This interesting piece of news had nothing to do with the Western Continent, but with the host.
While speaking with Angel, the host would occasionally mention some of his own thoughts. Sometimes, he spoke of his views on the Western Continent, but he would always add in the end: "No matter how good the Western Continent is, it is only where I came from. This is where I belong."
At first, Angel thought the host was lost in a dream.—After all, anyone who had had a beautiful dream or a lucid dream would, for an instant, think that everything in the dream was better than reality, and wish they could remain immersed in that sweet dream forever.
As a dream maker, it was not difficult to understand why the host felt reality was inferior to dreams.
But as the host voiced more and more of these personal sentiments, Angel sensed that something was off.
If the host mentioned once or twice that "Wonderland is where I belong," Angel could let it pass. But he said it far too often. Whenever he compared it with the Western Continent, he had to bring it up.
When the host once again sighed, "How could the Western Continent compare to this place?" Angel finally could not help asking, "Why do you think this place is better?"
Angel had not actually been paying much attention to the host. What he cared about was the Western Continent behind him. But the host's words had felt so strange that he could not help speaking up.
The host wore an expression as though it were only natural. "Of course, it's because I am one of the heaven-bestowed people."
Heaven-bestowed people? Angel was somewhat puzzled, but he vaguely felt that his judgment might have been off. Perhaps the host's