The Ash Inspector stood before the Throne, just one step away from the person seated upon it.
The Cube in its chest began spinning violently again, as though a pair of hands were constantly scrambling and restoring it.
It had never been watched by so many eyes before. All the living beings were waiting for and witnessing its betrayal.
It had only been thirty days, really.
A mere thirty days.
Yet the living being before it had become the one it knew best.
All the living beings she brought with her could never help talking about her.
Some loved her, some hated her, some worshipped her, and some did not know how to define her. But whenever those players vaguely mentioned "that person," it knew whom these living beings were talking about.
Every sigh from these living beings was like a puzzle piece or a cube. Over these thirty days, it had kept collecting them-a fragment here, a few scraps of conversation there-until it finally pieced together her image in its database.
"Honestly, isn't she too stubborn sometimes? Always letting other people choose for themselves. When will she be a little more forceful?"
"The people from Mountains are green with envy. Compared with that tyrant in Mountains, the one in Star Sea is practically an angel."
"She's the only one I trust in all of Star Sea. None of the Godly Players are my kin. I've already agreed with several other leaders that if we all die here, we'll entrust all our kin to her."
"She agreed?"
"Not yet, but my skill told me not to ask. The moment we ask, she'll definitely refuse. But if we all die, she won't leave them to fend for themselves."
"Even the Undead, Moon Fox and Oak Owl?"
"Yes. The World Sigh