He had won.
The woman who had not given her name had a group of cookie soldiers push the child out of the carriage.
"Here, kill her. I'll lose my credibility and all that, but ultimately, I don't want to waste everything I have on a Platform World that offers so little and so much trouble. You big shot from the Imperial Sequence, I'm letting you kill her, so you can't come bother-"
The woman stopped midsentence.
A spiral dagger, carried by Flying Arrows that had appeared from nowhere, plunged straight into the child's body.
The child instantly turned into a cookie.
"What a shame. You almost fooled me."
Ye Qiyan toyed with [Bewitchment], watching the cake train on the ground with some amusement.
This woman had been lying all along.
All her dispirited words had been lies, and her talk of abandoning her burden had been as false as could be.
Honestly, if anyone else had faced this child disguised with a cookie, they would very likely have been fooled.
But unfortunately for her.
Deception was malice.
And malice was under his control.
"...Tch..."
The woman's eyes filled with gloom.
She glanced at the child beside her, who was crying while walking toward the train door of her own accord.
A thousand words became a single sigh.
"I really don't want to make an enemy of a big shot with strength, backing, money, influence... everything.
I might die.
All for a native...
It's not worth it at all."
That was what she said.
Yet the train itself drove its wheels firmly into the cake-transformed earth.
A scorching Dessert Workshop Domain slowly began to form around it.
"Rather than protect a native, I'd be happier just losing quickly and having a couple bites of cake...
But, oh, but..."
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