Cunlü shook her head slightly. "There are some things I simply can't take the initiative to do.
Comparing him to the Elven God-King is a bit insulting to the latter—at least Wistalia really does have a beautiful face—but in a certain sense, they're pretty much the same.
There are people like that in our world, too.
They can get themselves killed, but ordinary people like us can't lift a finger against them."
"Not even Hill?" the Duchess asked, bringing up Hill, who held a very important place in her heart.
She was actually a little afraid of Hill.
Although she knew Hill was a good person, the terrifying reality that she had once been his emergency food supply was still a dreadful memory for the Duchess... Every time Hill inspected the pasture, that look in his eyes, as though he was already working out how to cook her meat, had been her motivation to better herself.
Even now that she had become immensely powerful, the Duchess felt she still wouldn't dare talk back to Hill.
Whenever she saw Hill, she worried about her meat.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so eager to take her entire family and run off with the Undead back then.
Although she and Cunlü now shared a deep enough friendship, at the time, she had really only wanted to find a cafeteria that wouldn't treat her as emergency rations.
Of course, she was no longer quite so afraid of that Child of Nature... But the Duchess still hoped her friend could stay with her in that valley, which had become something like an Earthly Divine Kingdom.
She was fairly well informed and had long known that as the World Tree's branch grew larger and larger, the valley had almost become a separate dimensional space.
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