Little Garden 36-40

Title: Buying Leticia

“Holy sword Ascalon, ten million gold coins once.”

This was the holy sword used by Saint George, a Christian saint, to slay a dragon when he was still a Four-Digit.

Yet, for some reason, the sword had surfaced and become an auction item.

“Any bids? Ten million, going once?”

Shiroyasha held the three-meter-long silver sword and spoke listlessly.

Yet no bidding voices were heard for a long time.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want this dragon-slaying holy sword—it was because the seller was a community under Saint George.

The followers of the Christian Pantheon wouldn’t allow their own Gifts to leak out.

“Ten million gold coins, going twice.”

Seeing no one participating in the bidding, Shiroyasha casually picked up the hammer and struck the table.

As a result, this dragon-slaying holy sword was sold at an extremely low price.

“What a shame. If I hadn’t needed to prepare sufficient funds to buy Teacher Leticia, I definitely would’ve bought this dragon-slaying holy sword.”

Seeing the holy sword Ascalon finally sold for ten million gold coins, Aishelia said with slight regret.

After all, among the three strongest—pure-blooded dragons, Star Spirits, and naturally born gods and buddhas—only pure-blooded dragons were the most difficult to deal with.

If she had the dragon-slaying holy sword, then dragon species wouldn’t be her opponent.

Previously, when she ran for Floor Master, she lost to Dragonoid.

Demi-God bloodlines were still too weak and helpless against Dragonoid.

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Shortly after, a small blonde girl with blank eyes, wearing a black ribbon on her head and a strange dress, stepped onto the stage.

“The next auction item is: the Original Scripture candidate, Vampire Lord of Gold, first-generation Floor Master, holder of the Ophiuchus Sun Authority, Piercing Demon Lord Dracula—Leticia Draculea.”

“Starting price: one million gold coins. Dare to bid.”

Shiroyasha introduced the auction item’s identity as usual. Yet as she spoke, she lacked enthusiasm.

Instead, she glared threateningly around at the bidders.

Whoever dared to buy this former Arcadia official—or even dared to interfere—just wait for her to come negotiate properly.

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As Leticia was brought onto the stage, in one of the anonymous booths,

Two figures in black cloaks were conversing.

“By the way, aren’t you going to buy your aunt? Will you let her return to the abyss of hell? Back to that community founded by that poet?”

Chaos Demon King asked with a smile. Their funds were abundant—more than enough to buy the Divinity.

It wouldn’t be difficult to take Leticia away either.

“Silence. This is Lord’s will.”

Lamia said indifferently.

If not for Lord’s signal, how could Ouroboros allow Leticia to return?

“Sorry, I was too careless.”

Chaos Demon King covered his mouth and closed his eyes. He spoke no more, quietly waiting for the Divinity auction to begin.

He knew well—there was only one existence in Ouroboros worthy of being called Lord:

The true leader of the Ouroboros alliance, the hidden controller and investor—the Cosmic Truth Two-Digit beings.

Of course, Chaos Demon King didn’t dare to ask or investigate whose will it was.

Their goal was singular: to buy the Divinity.

That was enough.

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“Perseus bids one million gold coins.”

Aishelia raised the owl flag and declared loudly. She didn’t hide her identity.

No need to hide her identity.

“Anyone else wishing to participate in the bidding?”

Her meaning was clear. If you want to bid, prepare to be challenged by her on Athena’s behalf.

This arrogant declaration made many who wanted to join the fun immediately back down.

They’d initially thought they could profit.

Now, better to just flee.

Meanwhile, Shiroyasha on the auction stage saw Aishelia’s bid, and a smile appeared on her face.

She spoke extremely quickly.

“One million gold coins, once, twice, three times!!”

“Alright, let’s congratulate this buyer for successfully purchasing Leticia.”

Her speech was so fast that many didn’t even have time to react—the auction was already over.

Shiroyasha’s action was, of course, against the rules. But sorry—she was now the real rule.

The next second, Shiroyasha and Leticia instantly disappeared from the auction stage and reappeared in the booth where Aslan and Aishelia were.

“Hey? Where’s the auctioneer? The Divinity auction is the main event.”

“No, will this auction continue?”

“We want to file a complaint!”

“Thousand Eyes is too terrible. First threatening people, then the auctioneer just runs away?”

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When Shiroyasha left, the entire hall instantly became chaotic.

After all, they didn’t dare offend Shiroyasha, a Floor Master. But Thousand Eyes... they seemed unable to offend them either.

Yet the people from Thousand Eyes clearly didn’t care about the thoughts of minor Four-Digit communities below.

Shortly after, a new auctioneer came to the stage and continued hosting the auction.

Unlike the previous silence, this long-awaited Divinity auction finally became truly lively.

Bids rose one after another. Soon, bids reached tens of billions of Thousand Eyes gold coins, reaching the point where valuable Gifts were used as bids.

“Open your eyes, I...”

Seeing Leticia’s blank eyes, Aslan waved his hand in front of her.

Yet Leticia’s pupils didn’t change at all, as if she had lost her soul.

“Enough, stop playing.”

Shiroyasha saw Aslan’s childish behavior and couldn’t help but smack his messy hand and roll her eyes. He was grown up—why still so childish?

“Leticia, what exactly did you experience two days ago?”

“So that Arcadia could be destroyed overnight?”

Shiroyasha asked very seriously. Perhaps she could find clues about the culprit from Leticia’s experience.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know. I have no memories of the night two days ago.”

Leticia finally snapped out of it. After answering Shiroyasha’s question, she sank back into despair.

She tried to remember, but the more she tried, the more pain and despair surfaced.

Yet she couldn’t find even a trace of memory from two nights ago.

Only the feeling of despair remained.

She didn’t know what exactly she and her friends had experienced two days ago that left her so utterly hopeless.

But the only thing she could guess was that the culprit must have far surpassed their imagination—opponents nearly impossible to face.

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Title: Rules? What Are Rules? Power Is the Greatest Rule

“They should have participated in a Gift Game that required memory erasure.”

Aishelia said after a moment of thought. Normally, Little Garden’s rules protected a person’s free will, emotions, and memories.

Even if one lost a Gift Game and became another’s slave, the victor couldn’t interfere with their will, thoughts, or memories.

Free will was also protected by Little Garden’s Central Core.

Only Gift Games could possibly affect one’s will—besides subtle environmental influences.

“It seems that unknown Demon Lord’s Host Master Authority is related to memory?”

“Hard to say. At least, I’ve never heard of a Host Master Authority related to memory.”

Shiroyasha shook her head, rejecting Aishelia’s speculation.

Due to Little Garden’s rules, free will was protected. Any Authority related to charm, memory, thought, or even the soul would be restricted.

No one would bother creating a Gift Game where participants forgot the content after joining.

Even if so, the contract terms of the Gift Game should still be remembered.

Not that all memories would vanish completely.

“Then, is there a possibility they didn’t participate in a Gift Game at all?”

Aslan stroked his chin and proposed an idea that seemed fantastical.

But this wasn’t a fantastical idea—it was a speculation he made based on available information, combined with his prior understanding of Little Garden.

All Three-Digit Divinities, except Queen Halloween’s, were equal.

That meant in Little Garden, although there were differences among Three-Digits, the gap wouldn’t be too great.

At minimum, the upper and lower limits of all Three-Digits were nearly the same.

And Arcadia, as a community that once faced Absolute Evil—the being that challenged millions of gods and buddhas, Aži Dahāka—

Each of its members could almost be said to have experienced countless battles. Even if they lost eighty percent of their combat strength, they wouldn’t be destroyed so easily.

It wouldn’t be difficult to buy time and spread the news, right?

It wouldn’t become a mystery even the direct victims couldn’t remember.

So, there was only one most likely answer: they broke the rules.

Rules are always made by the strong to bind the weak. The strong never intend to follow the rules.

The rules of Little Garden were made by the strong, so those who made the rules wouldn’t possibly allow themselves to be bound by them.

With Canaria’s intelligence, as long as things remained within the rules, even in an uneven situation, as long as basic rules existed, there was still room to maneuver.

What did intelligent people like Canaria fear most?

What she feared most was when others didn’t follow the rules—when they destroyed everything that resisted, then erased their memories.

Precisely because of Little Garden’s rules, the weak had a chance to defeat the strong through intelligence.

But once the rules no longer applied... the weak would forever remain weak, with no possibility at all of defeating the strong.

Under such an almost absolute power difference, it was natural they’d fall into despair.

“No... that’s impossible, right?”

Aishelia fell silent. She felt as if her worldview had shattered and been rebuilt.

In Little Garden, was there anyone who didn’t follow Little Garden’s Central Core’s rules?

Four-Digits who broke rules were immediately punished. If a Three-Digit broke rules, Decadence would instantly occur.

Two-Digits, merely by appearing in Little Garden, would immediately attract Decadence.

“And wasn’t the Moon Rabbit with Jury Authority still in No Name (Arcadia)? How could there be a violation?”

The Moon Rabbit’s ears were connected to Little Garden’s Central Core. That meant as long as a Moon Rabbit existed, even cheating was impossible—Little Garden’s Central Core would immediately expose it.

Hearing Aishelia’s words, which sounded as if her worldview had collapsed, Aslan only smiled.

If everyone followed the rules, if all Divinities were equal, then why did people still chase achievements?

Why did so many “omniscient and omnipotent” gods from the outer world come to Little Garden?

Was it just to put shackles on themselves?

Or to pursue higher realms and greater power?

Three-Digits could already be “omniscient and omnipotent”—why still strive for Two-Digit?

Not to mention the top Two-Digit figures were chasing One-Digit.

Even on the Christian side, because monotheism couldn’t be applied, they were already prepared and planning to destroy Little Garden and rebuild Little Garden and human history to allow monotheism.

Were they following the rules?

Even after coming to Little Garden, Aslan only believed in one sentence: whoever has the greatest power holds the truth.

It could only be said that this knight was still a bit too naive.

But it was understandable—Aishelia was a representative trained by Athena. And representatives only participated in games that followed the rules.

In places that didn’t follow rules, who would send a representative? If rules didn’t apply, wouldn’t they fight together?

“It is indeed possible.”

Shiroyasha sighed. If it was truly as Aslan said, then it would be difficult.

After all, only Two-Digits could block Little Garden’s Central Core and conduct illegal games.

However, the difficulty with Two-Digit existence was that Shiroyasha currently couldn’t do anything—unless she was truly willing to tear everything apart.

But to tear everything apart, she’d first have to face her two bosses, Alpha and Omega, and the Enlightened One, Śākyamuni.

These three Two-Digits would hold her back when she tried to destroy everything.

“Unless there’s absolute proof it was done by one of the Cosmic Truths, otherwise I can’t do anything.”

Shiroyasha sighed and said. She had lost too much, and her limitations were too great.

“No wonder Leticia became so pessimistic.”

Aslan looked at Leticia, standing still like a doll, and sighed.

It was even highly possible that not only Arcadia was destroyed this way.

Even past vampire clans might have been destroyed this way.

What?

You used the rules to build a system independent of divine and buddhist protection?

You even used the rules to elevate your status to equal that of divine groups?

Then it’s time for you to see the true rules of Little Garden.

Aslan even suspected that when Kasukabe Koumei fought Absolute Evil, he might have been cheated this way too.

“But if so, I need to think about your safety.”

Shiroyasha looked at Aslan, paused for a moment, then spoke somewhat helplessly.

After all, Aslan was her god’s follower, and the talent she admired most.

If she kept leaving him in No Name as bait, the outcome might not be good.

Better to keep him by her side and train quietly—but that was too embarrassing.

Shiroyasha felt extremely frustrated and stressed. Even when she divided her Sun Authority, she’d never felt this upset.

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Title: Huh, Am I Not a Two-Digit?

Silence—wordless silence.

For a moment, inside this small booth, Shiroyasha, Leticia, Aishelia, and Aslan all fell silent simultaneously.

Especially Aishelia. After all, although she had once been an ally of Arcadia, Arcadia was now destroyed.

She had no connection with No Name at present.

Moreover, Arcadia’s destruction might even involve a Two-Digit.

No wonder Athena showed no reaction to Arcadia’s downfall.

Although Athena’s relationship with Canaria hadn’t been bad before, she remained silent after Arcadia’s destruction.

“Aslan, I’ll leave Leticia’s contract with you. I just remembered Perseus has business to attend to.”

“I’ll be going now.”

Aishelia wasn’t a fool. Or rather, as Athena’s representative, she was highly sensitive to many things.

The rules of Little Garden were a forbidden slide—something not to be touched.

The plans of the Two-Digits were taboo.

Today, she had only helped purchase Leticia. Beyond that, she heard nothing, knew nothing.

After Aishelia left, Aslan silently tapped the table, not uttering a word.

Suddenly, he lifted his head, looked at Shiroyasha, winked at her, and slightly shook his head.

He hoped Shiroyasha understood his meaning—to block information here, total lockdown, something no one would discover or know.

Shiroyasha was momentarily stunned, seemingly not understanding Aslan’s gesture.

But she had been in Little Garden for so long—though often tricked, especially by Canaria—

She had gained much experience and lessons, growing considerably.

Even a fool, after feeling pain, learns how to avoid it. Let alone Shiroyasha.

In an instant, Shiroyasha’s figure expanded, warning those watching her.

“What are you looking at? Dare to look again, I’ll blind your eyes. Haven’t you ever seen a Star Spirit!”

Shiroyasha almost showed on her face that her mood was terrible. She glared around.

“What’s wrong with White Night?”

“Maybe Arcadia was destroyed, and she’s trying to find clues. But she found nothing, and her mind broke.”

“Very possible.”

“So, are we still going to keep watching?”

“I just remembered my wife is about to give birth—I’m leaving first.”

“???”

“My order from the Poseidon Priestess has arrived. I’ll go eat first.”

“Zeus, I f*ck your mother!”

“...”

A moment later, the countless gazes watching Shiroyasha vanished instantly.

After all, though Shiroyasha had sealed herself, she was still a Two-Digit.

Like a nuclear bomb—no one dared to be careless.

They also didn’t dare make Shiroyasha truly angry. If she really got angry,

No one could stop her except Śākyamuni and the Double Goddesses.

“Alright, speak. Now no one can know what we’re discussing.”

As she said this, Shiroyasha suddenly remembered something and added,

“Even Little Garden’s Central Core can’t hear it.”

If not for Aslan suddenly mentioning that the other side might have destroyed Arcadia without following the rules, Shiroyasha had nearly forgotten she was also a Two-Digit and could block Little Garden.

Though she had repented, suffered three great defeats, and become a subordinate of the Double Goddesses, she was still a Two-Digit.

If they didn’t follow the rules, she could also tear everything apart…

It had been too long since her repentance—she’d forgotten she was once a Demon Lord too.

“Boss, please look at this Magic card.”

As he said this, Aslan handed over one of his Planeswalker cards and placed it in Shiroyasha’s hand.

He hoped Shiroyasha could see the upper limit of his Magic cards. Could they only be rated as Three-Digit?

Or were they existences even Two-Digits couldn’t comprehend?

Aslan didn’t think his cheat’s level would be lower than Little Garden’s Central Core.

If its level were lower than Little Garden’s Central Core, why would Little Garden’s Central Core choose to integrate a tiny part of itself into his land card?

In the face of Little Garden’s Central Core, nearly reaching One-Digit in Little Garden, could a small land card influence it?

Didn’t this imply something else—that the upper limit of his abilities actually exceeded his imagination?

In Aslan’s memory, first-generation Planeswalkers, or Planeswalkers who had awakened their spark, almost instantly became naturally born gods.

Creating worlds, mastering space and time, reversing time, creating races, eternal, indestructible, and unperishable.

But after the Mending in the Planeswalker War, Planeswalkers only retained the ability to travel between planes.

Yet the loss of abilities didn’t mean their essence weakened, didn’t mean their upper limit decreased.

For Aslan, Magic cards were another manifestation of his abilities.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a system. If he did, why would he have to grope in the dark himself?

“Look, examine this card’s abilities and its connection to me, from your Two-Digit perspective.”

“What connection? Isn’t this just an ordinary card? It doesn’t even feel as good as the disposable storage card Gift you made.”

Shiroyasha took the Magic card, confused, held it before her eyes, and examined it carefully. She flipped it over and over, but found nothing strange.

Though she admitted she was somewhat embarrassing among Two-Digits, her combat strength was no joke. And her methods weren’t much different from other Two-Digits.

Though she only knew how to punch people with fists equivalent to the mass of the universe. But after forced training from the old monk, her techniques now met Two-Digit standards.

She even had another identity in Buddhism—Vairocana.

Though this identity was freely given by Śākyamuni, she was usually too lazy to use it.

“But what if I told you, I can be resurrected through this card?”

“Wait, what did you say? I didn’t hear clearly.”

Shiroyasha said in shock. The Magic card in her hand nearly dropped.

“I mean, I can be resurrected through this card.”

Aslan repeated. After all, Shiroyasha had been sincere with him. And he should give something in return, right?

He couldn’t let his boss protect him forever, right?

In Little Garden, if he wanted to grow quickly, he had to cause trouble.

Not to mention, in the original work, it was even revealed that most gods and buddhas wanted to destroy the current Little Garden and rebuild a new one.

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Title: Go, Make Little Garden Chaotic

“So, Boss, I think you should understand what I mean.”

Aslan raised his head, looked at Shiroyasha, and spoke firmly yet gently.

He admitted this might be a bit risky, but the profession of a Planeswalker was indeed full of adventure and unpredictability.

When traveling to different worlds, or going to unknown realms, wouldn’t there be unexpected things?

Would it definitely be safe?

Not necessarily.

Moreover, when he realized that even a Two-Digit might be involved,

His boss’s first reaction was to consider his safety, and for his safety, she’d rather abandon the investigation behind the scenes.

But as a fellow Two-Digit, just because she found traces of another Two-Digit behind it, Shiroyasha immediately gave up.

This... wasn’t that too weak?

At least Aslan couldn’t swallow this disappointment. Especially not Shiroyasha, the cruelest Demon Lord.

Yet, after being “tamed” for so long, Shiroyasha had finally lost the reputation of the White Night Demon Lord of the past.

In the end, the Problem Child had become a well-behaved child.

But was that truly the case? Was it comfortable?

“I want to lead No Name and lure out the one behind the scenes.”

“I’ll enter the game and defeat heaven.”

Looking at Aslan, Shiroyasha froze, then a smile appeared on her face.

At this moment, she truly acknowledged Aslan—not as a god’s follower,

But as a partner, a true comrade who walked beside her, sharing all her glory.

Her true right and left hand.

“Good, good, good. I agree with your will.”

“Go, make Little Garden chaotic. As long as you don’t destroy Little Garden, I’ll take responsibility for everything.”

“At worst, I’ll just lose once more.”

Shiroyasha? No, the White Night Demon Lord narrowed her eyes and said.

If not for Aslan’s reminder today, perhaps she herself would have forgotten that she once was the strongest Demon Lord, whose name made all gods and buddhas in Little Garden tremble in fear.

Just like Sun Wukong, who had become the Victorious Fighting Buddha, no longer the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

But Sun Wukong still had bonds—his younger brother, the other Six Great Sages, and the monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain.

But Shiroyasha had none. The only thing she cared about was Little Garden.

Now, she only had one addition—Aslan.

“So, Leticia, what do you think?”

After listening to Shiroyasha, Aslan also turned and looked at Leticia, who had been silent beside them.

“Will you choose to create chaos in Little Garden with us, or continue sinking like this?”

Leticia finally lifted her head, looked at Aslan, her lips trembling slightly, and asked,

“How do you plan to cause chaos in Little Garden?”

After all, unlike Aslan and Shiroyasha, Leticia had true blood vengeance against the one behind the scenes.

Whether it was the destruction of the vampire noble family that shattered the sky barrier, or her younger sister Lamia, who bore the vampire curse for her,

Or the destruction of Arcadia, which she eventually found as her home—

All of these were inseparable from the one behind the scenes.

If there was a way to take revenge, who would remain suppressed and withdrawn?

As the founder of the Floor Master system, Leticia was no coward. As long as there was a way to make the one behind the scenes pay the price.

She wouldn’t blink even if her soul was shattered.

But the bitter reality was, for nearly ten thousand years—from the dawn era to now, almost ten thousand years—

She had found not a single clue. She hadn’t even found a target to vent her anger on.

“I don’t know.”

Aslan said with a smile, yet the confidence in his eyes didn’t diminish in the slightest.

“But I only know that I can do it.”

After all, he knew there were several worlds that might contain One-Digit existences.

The Saint Seiya world—Twelve Main Gods are Two-Digit. And Chronos, a top-tier One-Digit.

Or the Golden Nightmare Lord in Slayers, or the Three Goddesses of Dimensions in Tenchi Muyo!, The Destroyer God of Vortex, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, and so on.

Even Rimuru, the protagonist reincarnated as a slime, might be a reincarnation of the Primordial Dragon capable of creating universes.

If that were true, then Two-Digits existed too.

Causing trouble? Wasn’t that easy? Absolutely.

Don’t underestimate a transmigrator’s desire to cause chaos.

“So, you’re saying you made this decision recklessly?”

Leticia also looked at Aslan, slightly stunned. She didn’t even realize when her once-empty eyes began to fluctuate.

Just now, she truly thought this person might actually cause massive chaos in Little Garden.

“Eh-hehe, no need to overthink these things.”

“And Leticia, don’t forget—you belong to me.”

Aslan chuckled lightly, diverting the conversation from those details.

“It seems I can only follow you.”

Leticia said with a helpless yet affectionate tone.

In her eyes, Aslan now even carried faint shadows of Canaria and Kasukabe Koumei.

Many things that seemed almost miraculous—even fighting Absolute Evil—were done recklessly.

Otherwise, Arcadia, which once surpassed Dystopia, could have relaxed on its achievements for life.

But precisely because of this reckless attitude, it was fascinating.

Moreover, Leticia had never experienced such a beautiful beginning.

The absolute protection of a Two-Digit, combined with Aslan’s Gift, whose depth even Shiroyasha couldn’t see—

Just this beginning alone made her and Canaria have to look up.

If only the vampire clan or Arcadia of the past had a Three-Digit who would protect them at all costs,

Then everything would have been different.

Aslan now firmly gripped Shiroyasha’s thigh.

Ah, indeed, humans couldn’t be compared.

Leticia fully felt what was called the difference between mortals.

Yet the only thing she could enjoy now was that Aslan was tightly gripping Shiroyasha’s thigh.

That also meant No Name (Arcadia) was tightly gripping Shiroyasha’s thigh, right?

No, it couldn’t be said that way. Whether Aslan would accept Arcadia was another matter.

The Arcadia of the past had already been destroyed. Now, only No Name remained.

Its flag was gone, its legacy severed, and even its former allies had vanished.

Aslan had no connection whatsoever to the old Arcadia.

“By the way, Boss, should we do something big—like triggering a Historical Transition Period and altering established history?”

Aslan stroked his chin and pondered.

But before he could finish speaking, he was greeted with a fan strike to the head.

The current White Night Demon Lord had returned to her child form—Shiroyasha.

“Boss, why did you hit me?”

“I told you to cause trouble, not to seek death.”

Shiroyasha rolled her eyes in annoyance.

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Title: Kurousagi’s Natural Enemy

“Ugh, sister really gave me a problem.”

A girl with beautiful black hair tied up, wearing an elegant yet daring dress that opened widely from shoulder to back—resembling wings from a distance.

Her face was slightly childish, yet still very beautiful.

The childish face combined with the bold dress, her natural nobility and hidden charm gave her a strong, unusual presence.

Right now, the girl looked somewhat helpless. She was still on vacation.

“Alright, Karyou-chan. After all, I’ve already promised someone else.”

Sun Wukong said apologetically while comforting Karyou.

If it weren’t for her inability to resist hitting Shiroyasha a few times, she definitely wouldn’t have had to call Karyou.

But Shiroyasha had been truly unbearable at the time—she couldn’t hold back.

Indeed, her training was still lacking.

“Haaaa, since it’s my sister’s request, I’ll go. But let me make this clear—if he can’t learn, that’s not my problem.”

Karyou said with annoyance. After all, this was her sister’s request—she wouldn’t ignore it.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t test this “savior” first.

A sly smile appeared in Karyou’s eyes. She seemed to already be planning how to test him.

“In that case, sister, I’ll be off. I’ll go meet my student.”

The next second, a golden flame burst into being, and Karyou’s figure vanished.

Only Sun Wukong remained, smiling.

“Really, Karyou-chan is still so impulsive. I haven’t even told you Aslan’s information yet.”

Sun Wukong could already imagine Karyou pouting after being tricked, reluctantly becoming Aslan’s teacher.

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On the other hand, at the No-Name base.

Kurousagi stood in front of the door, anxiously looking around.

“Geez, it’s almost evening—why hasn’t Mr. Aslan returned yet?”

“Could Lady Leticia not have been successfully retrieved?”

Kurousagi couldn’t help but think pessimistically. After all, Leticia could definitely be sold at a high price.

What if the Authority’s value wasn’t enough?

Kurousagi didn’t know the actual value of an Authority. Or rather, Canaria had never taught her these things.

Just as Kurousagi was lost in thought, pacing anxiously,

A large hand suddenly pinched Kurousagi’s ears.

“By the way, Kurousagi, what are you thinking about? Your face almost looks like you’re about to cry.”

Aslan’s slightly playful and cheerful voice sounded in Kurousagi’s ear.

“Ah, goodness, Mr. Aslan, can you please let go of my ears?”

Kurousagi replied irritably. Aslan was good at everything, but his one flaw was his obsession with her ears.

He’d attack whenever he got the chance.

“Alright, let go of Kurousagi.”

Beside them, Leticia—now wearing a blue-and-white maid dress—saw Aslan playing with Kurousagi and said with a headache.

Her master was good at everything, it’s just that his personality was a bit too cheerful.

Hearing Leticia’s voice, Kurousagi immediately perked up.

“Lady Leticia!”

Aslan then released his grip, letting Kurousagi hug Leticia.

She hugged Leticia, who maintained her child form, in her arms.

“Are you alright, Lady Leticia?”

“Thanks to Master, I’ve returned safely.”

Leticia said indifferently. But Aslan could see she couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

It seemed she was happy to see Kurousagi again too.

Though it had been less than a day, it felt like ages.

“Master?”

Kurousagi blinked in confusion, then looked at Aslan standing beside her.

“What? I bought her, so of course Leticia belongs to me.”

“That’s fine, I’m just glad Lady Leticia has returned.”

Kurousagi said with a smile, then released Leticia.

However, as Kurousagi and Leticia were talking, a sudden wave of scorching heat struck them.

Aslan, Leticia, and Kurousagi all instinctively stepped back several paces.

Golden flames suddenly appeared in the air, and within the fire, a small figure emerged.

Yet before the newcomer had done anything, Kurousagi was already terrified, hiding behind Aslan and Leticia.

“That blazing golden flame, and that appearance—it must be the highest divine bird, the Golden-Winged Great Roc!”

“It has to be!”

“Don’t eat me! Kurousagi isn’t tasty!”

Hearing Kurousagi’s utterly unbrave words, the three people present couldn’t help but display several black lines on their faces.

Canaria, you’ve done terrible things!

Look, Kurousagi is so scared.

“Indra’s pet, I wouldn’t go so far as to eat a sentient creature.”

Karyou grumbled inwardly about Canaria while explaining.

Though she indeed didn’t get along with the Moon Rabbit clan, she wasn’t at the point of eating their flesh and drinking their blood.

“Really?”

Kurousagi also sighed in relief. As long as it wasn’t like what Canaria said—“Moon Rabbits who don’t sleep well will be caught by the Roc Demon King and eaten.”

Kurousagi cautiously poked her head out from behind Aslan and peeked at Karyou.

“Kurousagi is really scared!”

Kurousagi panicked again and hid behind Aslan once more. This time, it wasn’t because of Canaria.

It was simply because she’d met her natural enemy. Kurousagi was of the Moon Rabbit clan, and Karyou was of the Golden-Winged Great Roc clan.

When a timid rabbit met a Great Roc, of course she’d be afraid. It was a natural predator.

But seeing Kurousagi’s weak appearance, Karyou couldn’t help but mock her.

“Indeed, Indra’s pet is only good-looking.”

“Pet? Who’s Indra’s pet? I’m no pet!”

Kurousagi said angrily.

Hearing Kurousagi’s words, Karyou was slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow.

“Hah? You’re not denying being a pet, but denying being Indra’s pet? This rabbit is truly interesting.”

At this moment, Aslan also spoke with great delight.

“Kurousagi, are you agreeing to become our pet?”

“You two have gone too far!”

Kurousagi shouted, slightly embarrassed. Why was Aslan joining in to bully her too?

Seeing Kurousagi truly upset, Aslan quickly stopped and turned toward the girl in front of him.

The Laplace Glasses he wore also gave him information about the girl before him.

“Is there anything we can help you with, Roc Demon King?”

Yes, the girl before him was one of the Seven Great Sages who once caused chaos in the heavenly palace alongside Sun Wukong—the Great Sage who Leaves Heaven in Disarray, Roc Demon King.