After displaying the emblems on the glove and the hanging ornament, Angel had more or less finished recounting the entire chain of events.
However, for the sake of rigor, Angel added, "Everything above is my deduction based on the clues I found. Whether that is truly the case still requires Wood Spirit to explain for itself."
After finishing, Angel tapped the vine on his staff again, signaling it to come out and say something.
Yet Wood Spirit was still playing dead.
Angel said, "Think about it. That little crown was clearly yours, and that beautiful ornament was clearly worn on your body, yet One-Eyed Wraith snatched them away. Doesn't that make your heart ache?"
Wood Spirit trembled, but soon fell still again.
Angel continued, "Do you know that when I saw that One-Eyed Wraith, it had placed the ornament in the most conspicuous spot on its body? It was the most eye-catching of all the One-Eyed Wraiths. At a glance, I saw it, and at a glance, I saw that beautiful ornament. Though it was a One-Eyed Wraith, it was exceptionally beautiful, and with that ornament, it became so beautiful that nothing could compare..."
The more Angel praised the One-Eyed Wraith, the more fiercely the vine trembled. Yet Wood Spirit still did not make a sound.
But Wood Spirit expressed its faint protest in another way.
It extended a thin vine and arranged a word on the table—mine.
Perhaps to strengthen its tone, Wood Spirit sprouted three green buds glowing with a faint gloomlight at the end of the vine, like three exclamation marks.
Words were filled with profound mysteries. If one looked only at the words on the table—"Mine!!!"—one might think Wood Spirit was extraordinarily domineering.
But when placed in reality, it had still caved in so completely that