"Still, I suggest you stop playing with dolls in the future. Barbie dolls, Transformers, Gundam models—throw them all as far away as you can."
After waking Monark by playing Makka Pakka in his mind, Deathstroke smiled and finished what he had been saying to Wanda. She was mainly lonely, which was why she had developed the habit of playing with dolls.
When she was home alone, she played house by herself. It was indeed rather maidenly, but not exactly suitable for a wielder of Chaos Magic.
Chaos Magic was practically equivalent to wish-granting magic. It was also one of the advanced methods currently known to directly grant life to inanimate objects. If she got carried away and accidentally triggered Chaos Magic, the world would descend into chaos.
Don't think that was impossible. The defining trait of Chaos Magic was that it was uncontrollable.
When you didn't want to use it, it activated on its own. When you wanted it to go east, it might circle the globe and head west instead. When you wanted to use it to save someone, it might kill them first before bringing them back to life.
Sometimes, relying on Chaos Magic to fulfill a wish was no better than making a wish to the Old Ones. The danger level was about the same anyway.
"I understand."
Wanda blushed and lowered her head, twisting her fingers together. How did Deathstroke know she secretly played with Barbie dolls at home and held tea parties with them? Had he been watching her all this time? But then, in terms of seniority, wouldn't that...
The more she thought about it, the less she knew what to say. She merely sat at one end of the sofa, lowering her head and secretly smiling.
Because of the angle, the cat lying