Ronan's string of actions had been somewhat flirtatious.
However, because Madam Harold had carefully studied Ronan's personality, she, as the person involved, did not interpret them that way.
She repeated the words "broader vision," then laughed at herself. "For now, I can only place my hopes in your broader vision, sir."
"What's the point of saying that?" Ronan withdrew his hand, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips together to cover the warmth from Madam Harold's skin with his own body heat. "If you truly relied on others, you wouldn't be like this now."
Madam Harold pressed her lips together in a smile, though their line habitually formed a sharp curve. "Do you think the way I am now is good, sir?"
Ronan's gaze swept over Madam Harold again. After a moment, it returned to the Inner Universe Simulator interface, and his tone turned cold. "Think about surviving first. The Heart Burning Blade is formidable, but in an Evil Poison environment, I can't give you the same treatment as Snake Tongue."
"Yes, I understand."
Over the past few days, Madam Harold had indeed figured something out: in Ronan's "broader vision," she was different from people like Snake Tongue.
Snake Tongue's strong dependence on Ronan made him effectively an extension of Ronan's system. He could even serve as a vessel for Evil Poison; so long as Ronan did not lose control, his life would not be in danger.
As for her, because she had misjudged the true foundation of the source of the Blood Flame Will, the opponent in what was originally meant to be an altar deathmatch had changed from the Blood Prison King she had expected into the Evil Poison attached to the Blood Prison King's origin.
According to the logic of Ronan's Altar Framework—Winner Takes All, Loser Withers—only one of her