Seeing the smugness in Adam's eyes, Daisy was very displeased.
Other people's westward roads were broad and smooth, while hers was filled with barren mountains and treacherous waters.
All she could do was hypnotize herself: this was a trial, a trial, a trial!!
Fortunately, the big shots knew they could not play favorites too outrageously. If they went too far, what kind of test would it be? They might as well just appoint someone directly. Adam's advantage was too great, and that did not fit the big shots' intentions either.
Between letting go and acceptance, it was not hard to judge which was more difficult. One could tell just from the words themselves. Given a choice, who would willingly choose the harder one?
Unfortunately, she did not have the right to choose first. Daisy sat on a large rock nearby and put on a contemplative expression. What? Dissatisfied? Daisy did not think she was qualified to be dissatisfied. Even though she knew she was being treated differently, she had to act as if she did not care at all.
Whether in the workplace in her previous life or while living with foster families in this life, this had been an essential survival skill.
Even if someone insulted you to your face, you still had to call him bro. Even if other children broke your toys, you had to pretend not to care and keep playing with them! That was survival!
Adam did not make his choice immediately. He also wanted to understand the reason behind all this.
The Black Queen's vast knowledge—or rather, the death-seeking spirit of mages—made him want to uncover the secret behind it all.
Should I try choosing acceptance? Maybe the one behind this wants people to choose the difficult option?
The thought had barely surfaced before