The Hidden Miracle

Sawada had already been reduced to a walking corpse by Nepheli's methods.

Even when the three of them had started fighting just now, he'd stood there dumbly without moving.

So when Fu Qian ambushed him, he was yanked back without so much as a yelp.

Dragged forcibly through the water mist, he looked to be in pretty bad shape, his face twisted in a grimace.

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind at all. He simply pushed him down onto a chair.

On closer inspection, it was even the very chair Nepheli had been sitting in earlier.

At almost the same moment, Su Gao struck down with her sword again, and the water mist dissipated at more than ten times its previous speed.

Of course, Su Gao hadn't suddenly become ten times stronger.

The next moment, Fu Qian looked at the figure solidifying in the distance and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's still early. Sit for a while longer."

Eyeing the Divine Envoy, who was practically overflowing with green tea vibes, Fu Qian pointed to the side.

"You might need to change seats, though."

"How did you know?"

With frost in her eyes, Nepheli looked like she had no intention of sitting down.

"You're laying it on too thick."

She didn't seem to have much patience, so Fu Qian dropped the small talk and pointed straight at Sawada.

"I've always liked asking why."

"At first glance, what happened today seemed perfectly reasonable: you came here with someone involved in the conspiracy, exposed my true identity, and that was that."

"But as a Divine Envoy, all you had to do was tell me about the conspiracy. My only choice would have been to believe you. I couldn't possibly gamble on you bluffing me."

"So when a Divine Envoy shows up with a burden