"An interesting idea."
After offering a hypothesis, Fu Qian even shared his fruit-and-candy theory. The Witch had listened intently, and in the end she nodded.
"It's a pity, though, that I don't seem to be a suitable example. I'm fairly certain my authority and condition are still intact."
Of course, the Pope's confidence was as strong as ever. The next moment, she turned the conversation around and managed to sneak in a boast.
"I think so too. At least, the impression you give me is highly consistent with the Dark Moon I once encountered."
The Templar Knight was already used to them praising each other. In an instant, they had arrived at the same conclusion.
"So, in your view, this place is a compensatory scene formed because a part of the world's foundation is missing?"
Those who were truly confident never basked in praise. The Witch gave a slight nod, then turned straight back to business.
"That's certainly a reasonable deduction. For one thing, it explains these cravings."
There was no doubt that she valued Fu Qian's idea highly—and agreed with it.
"The missing thing does seem to be some kind of foundation of the world. So many supernatural creations crave it. Even this false compensation would still invite greed if it were exposed."
The Witch spread her hand, displaying the three nails she had left.
Earlier, it had been hard to define. Now, perhaps it could be described as getting your hand chopped off for stealing?
"Besides that, perhaps we can also infer what was lost from this place. However crude and distorted it may be, it should still express some kind of concept. What do you think it is?"
Having fully endorsed the Templar Knight's report and drawn two points from it, she continued to ask Fu Qian