Right after his tragic send-off, he'd been dragged back by force.
The old friend's envoy—what a cruel twist of fate.
Facing the figure standing there, looking somewhat dazed, Fu Qian let out a long sigh.
What had just happened was obvious. After hearing the description and feeling the longing for herself and her old friend, the Witch had decisively stepped in and dragged back the envoy who'd been tucked away.
And she'd done it with the Pact Book of Restraint in her hands.
Given that the latter was now effectively the true location of the Toy Workshop, and the envoy was one of its core elements, it made sense.
Still, there was no denying how domineering it was. The Witch's response and methods were clearly quite nimble, too.
The fact that she'd managed to do it through the Pact Book of Restraint was, strictly speaking, thanks to the prisoners' contribution.
If they hadn't used the envoy as a Tool Person and tried to invade that world through his "homeland," the Toy Workshop, this tome wouldn't have had such an effect.
All in all, after the Witch had used such a domineering method to forcibly drag back the Tool Person they'd deliberately hidden, the prisoners had brought this on themselves.
"I... You..."
As for the man at the center of it all, he looked completely bewildered.
After a brief struggle, the envoy was indeed the first to spot Fu Qian, and that helped him figure out his situation to some extent.
To be fair, the Witch had restored him remarkably well. Despite having been nearly dismembered earlier, he now looked quite whole.
But physical injuries were one thing; the effects of certain mental shocks clearly lingered.
He stared at them, his gaze unwavering, yet confusion came pouring out of him. He