"Did you come here specifically... to kill us?"
The corners of Nan's already exquisite lips now revealed a mesmerizing smile, as if it carried some mysterious magic that made people unable to resist exploring its deeper meaning.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glittering with curiosity and confusion, as though waiting for the other party to provide a reasonable explanation.
"Can you tell me why?"
she asked softly, her voice as pleasant and melodious as a mountain stream, yet containing an undeniable force.
"My appearance has indeed received the fervent worship of many people in the village."
"That is what I find difficult to understand."
Nan spoke slowly, a trace of disgust flashing through her eyes. "I originally thought that my Paper Release ninjutsu resembled certain deities worshiped in your world."
"But I never expected that my personal circumstances would cause such a huge reaction in the village."
"Their fervent worship makes me feel immense pressure, to the point that I hardly know how to respond."
"It feels as though the personal color you give things here is weighted far too heavily."
She frowned and sighed softly. "Everyone treats me as the god in their hearts, giving me endless praise and adulation, yet ignoring my true feelings."
"This excessive attention makes me feel suffocated, as though I am about to lose myself."
"I truly cannot understand it. You are so weak, so why do you still dare to call yourself an angel?"
"And you came here to kill us. Are you afraid that our appearance will affect your own position?"
Nan continued speaking without pause, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.
Her gaze instantly sharpened as she stared intently at the other woman, as if trying to see through her eyes and uncover her innermost thoughts.
"If that