"We... need you."
"The Prada Beauty Pageant... needs you."
After Gleipnir finished speaking, her gaze silently turned to Abigail.
Abigail's expression was rather strange, as if it were pondering, yet also discerning. Its brow was tightly furrowed.
Gleipnir did not urge it, merely waited quietly for its response.
About half a minute later, Abigail seemed to have sorted out some of its thoughts. Judging from its expression, it had likely come back to itself. Yet it did not immediately answer Gleipnir. After hesitating for several seconds, it said, "What else?"
"What else?"
Abigail said, "You just said that the Prada Beauty Pageant needs me. Then how did you determine where I was? Why were you able to summon the Lightless Expanse here so precisely?"
After a pause, Abigail's tone seemed smoother than before as it continued to press, "And how did you know I was staying in the Lightless Expanse? Don't tell me you have the ability to foresee the future?"
Facing Abigail's barrage of questions, Gleipnir's expression remained calm.
She had anticipated this possibility.
There was no way she could answer this string of questions head-on. Even if she revealed information about Wonderland and dungeon intelligence, Abigail probably would not believe her.
So, she chose...
"Why can't I foresee the future?" Gleipnir countered.
Abigail looked utterly unconvinced. It even thought Gleipnir was joking.
Yet after quite some time, Gleipnir still wore that calm, composed expression, her eyes revealing unwavering resolve... Seeing this, it suddenly found itself uncertain again.
After hesitating in place for a moment, Abigail asked in an exceedingly soft voice, "You aren't going to tell me that you really can foresee the future, are you?"
Gleipnir said, "If I didn't possess that ability, how could I have come here?"
After a pause, seeing that Abigail still looked