Angel looked puzzled when he heard Kemei's question.
As the one who had cleared the Mist Swamp Instance, Kemei had no less claim than Angel to ownership of Text Swamp.
In other words, he was one of Text Swamp's four masters.
Since he was a master, why did he need to be so cautious?
Under Angel's gaze, Kemei lowered his head somewhat awkwardly and slowly voiced the thoughts in his heart.
After hearing him out, Angel immediately understood.
In Kemei's eyes, the perfect clear of this instance had been almost entirely Angel's achievement. From beginning to end, he had merely followed along, watched along, and had not truly played much of a role. Deep down, he had never had the nerve to consider himself one of Text Swamp's masters.
That question just now had already taken every ounce of courage he had to ask.
He had given up on Wonderland buildings, but his desire for "a home of his own" had never gone out.
Now, seeing Angel casually raise a hand and reshape heaven and earth, he had finally swallowed his pride and tentatively asked for a tiny patch of ground to stand on—a little house that belonged to him alone.
Beyond that, he wanted nothing.
After hearing Kemei's thoughts, Angel directly shook his head. "You don't need to lower yourself so much. In my view, you are fully qualified to possess ownership of Text Swamp."
This was not mere consolation.
From Angel's perspective, when the living dead had flickered in and out amid the mist, if Kemei had not thrown himself into danger to seize him, there would never have been the birth of this instance afterward.
In other words, it was because of Kemei that this instance had truly taken root.
Otherwise, everything would have been empty talk.