"...What is it?" Uchiha Madara said.
"I knew it." The young girl withdrew her hand.
"You're not some novelist looking to gather material at all. You're just someone who came to our country with some special purpose," the young girl said.
"As for that nonsense about not being able to lie, you only said that so you could pump an ignorant, drunken girl for information in the middle of the night and make a quick buck," the young girl said.
Uchiha Madara was speechless at the young girl's words. He had not expected her to see through everything so directly.
He had no choice but to admire young people these days. Every one of them was sharper than the last.
"Tell me," Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "What do you want me to help you with? And where exactly is the Magic Stone?"
"Didn't you say you couldn't lie?" The young girl clearly had not let go of the previous topic.
"Isn't that matter already over?" Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"It's not that I can't lie. I just don't want to hurt you." Uchiha Madara looked at the young girl. "Lies don't hurt people. The truth is the blade."
"As expected of an old traveler like you. You can even explain away the paradoxes you say yourself," the young girl said.
"What do you need help with?" Uchiha Madara asked with a smile.
Uchiha Madara now felt that he had underestimated the young girl before him.
He had thought she was merely a girl drinking herself senseless over emotional troubles. He had not expected her eyes to be unfocused while her mind remained so clear.
"No." The young girl shook her head.
"Why not?" Uchiha Madara asked.
"Didn't you just hope I could help? I don't think