Was that really such a proper title? He felt like his image had grown another shade darker.
The Witch knew that being inside and out, so Fu Qian wasn't surprised. It was just that the Honored Name she'd given it was such a stark contrast.
Guardian Angel?
It sounded so saintly and ascetic, making his current scheme with the Witch seem all the more wicked.
"Of course, that's the name I gave it. I don't know its true name—or rather, I'm not sure it even has a normal one."
The Witch continued, and to his surprise, she was the one who'd come up with the title.
"But there's an advantage to that. I'm fairly confident I can hide our conversation, but avoiding its true name will make it even less likely that we're detected. Let's get out of here first."
As she spoke, visibility around them rapidly dwindled.
Under the encroaching darkness, a familiar sensation washed over him. The very next moment, even the scene before his eyes became familiar—
The toy deer cart was gone. In its place was a pool whose surface was covered in black ripples.
It was the deepest part of the Fallen Star's underground base, where the sacred relic was enshrined.
See? The Witch might not take that Clockwork Bird directly and risk plunging Lairding into collapse.
But she'd used its connection to the Doll Workshop to cross space and find her way there. Once that was over, she could surely reverse the process and cross back.
Taking in the scene, Fu Qian marveled silently—especially when he realized that the two of them weren't alone in the sanctuary.
That was right. It was obvious that Lady Xia's earlier actions had caused quite a stir.
Besides the woman she'd been arguing with, this underground sanctuary also