Harry felt a little helpless—who had Wanda learned this habit of pausing dramatically from?
Wanda did not seem this mischievous in the original story, did she?
"...I'm deducting this month's bonus."
Wanda froze. "Huh—wouldn't that violate labor law?"
Harry snapped, "The Osborn Group has legal immunity—who did you learn this habit of pausing dramatically from?"
Harry thought, Daring to tease your boss? Do you think you're being paid too much? Come to think of it, Wanda had not shown up for work in quite a while, yet he had still paid her in full. He should have cut her salary in half.
"Fine, I was wrong, boss." Wanda sat up straight—after all, the Group's Credit Points were still useful to her!
"Go on. What did you want from me? Are you trying to sell this book? I'd welcome that."
Astral Projection Magic was the kind of spell where one wrong move could trigger disaster. Even if some unknown nobody used it, it could potentially bring about the destruction of the universe.
What Harry feared most was exactly this sort of thing: sitting safely at home while disaster fell from the sky.
The Quantum Realm was troublesome to study and came with plenty of restrictions, but at least it was relatively controllable and safe. Astral Projection Magic, on the other hand, had to be strictly regulated.
Wanda put away her joking attitude. "Actually... I did consider secretly using Astral Projection Magic. Maybe there's a universe where my parents are both still alive, where the three of us are living happily together."
As she spoke, she glanced at Agatha.
That old woman was wicked to the bone. She had probably tempted Wanda before.
"And then?"
"And then... I told Vision about the idea. He told me that I should look forward."
Wanda