Maggie and Susie exchanged glances, looking at the girl's face, which showed no sign of lying, and then glancing at the seemingly simple trinkets Susie wore, before silently extending their hands.
"Okay, I'll take it."
Maggie's mind was racing, but her body honestly accepted the wish letter. She knew she would regret missing this opportunity and wouldn't be able to sleep that night.
Just by looking at the expensive yet understated defensive magic accessories she wore, you could tell she was definitely the beloved daughter of a powerful figure.
It seems that Susie herself is unaware of this, otherwise she wouldn't have taken out the wishing letter to thank her.
Since Susie gave it voluntarily and did indeed save someone, it's perfectly reasonable for her to accept it.
If the Silver Wheels try to renege on their debts, she'll complain to Susie.
Maggie thought to herself, though she was not entirely in the right.
"Great, now Vittoria can finally be a little happier."
Susie breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself with her head down, which Maggie overheard.
"..."
Maggie suddenly felt a lump in her throat, as if she had been force-fed a mouthful of dog food.
After delivering the wish letter, Susie thanked Maggie several times.
From her eyes, Maggie could sense Susie's affection for her—a genuine, heartfelt affection, just like how girls like to be close to pretty older women and make friends.
In Susie's eyes, she was probably the kind of person who was gentle, beautiful, kind, and easy to talk to, which is why she kept talking to her.
Maggie certainly wouldn't refuse her. Putting aside the fact that Susie was suspected to be the daughter of a powerful figure, even if she were just an ordinary little girl, Maggie wouldn't find her annoying.
Susie reluctantly said goodbye to Maggie only after the nun accompanying Maggie showed some anxiety.
Once Susie had completely left, Maggie turned around and gave the nun a helpless reprimand.
"You can't do that."
Perhaps because Maggie was easy to talk to, the nun wasn't afraid; she just kept her head down and muttered resentfully.
"I can't think of anyone who could grant Her Highness's wish. I'm already grateful to Her Highness, but to take up so much of your time for no reason is unacceptable. Your time is very precious."
The nun was somewhat displeased, feeling that Maggie was of noble status while the girl was just an ordinary person who dared to speak so arrogantly.
"In any case, we should be more patient with believers of God."
Maggie really wanted to rub her throbbing temples. The nun didn't recognize what Susie had taken out, thinking it was just ordinary paper. It was understandable that she was worried about her and felt it was a waste of time.
She didn't know what to say.
"Yes, Your Highness."
The nun didn't take it seriously, only giving a verbal agreement.
Maggie couldn't change the mindset of the aristocracy either; they only respected her because of her high status, so she could only temporarily give up trying to persuade them.
In fact, after time travel, she was able to deeply empathize with the protagonists who were assimilated by the times on many occasions.
The social class system is extremely rigid, and deeply ingrained prejudices make change incredibly difficult.
Maggie turned to return to the temple to rest, unaware that a pair of eyes were silently watching her from the shadows.
...
In a corner of the arena's stands, a small fairy flapped her wings and landed on a man's shoulder, speaking with great interest.
"It seems this saintess recognized the wish letter."
The fairy's voice was sweet but sharp, sounding slightly grating to the man's ears, causing him to frown involuntarily.
"Don't hold it so close to my ear next time."
The man was dressed in distinctive exotic clothing, with long, snow-white hair hanging down his back, and his tone carried a warning.
"No, I'm not tired staying here."
The fairy pouted, completely ignoring the man's resistance.
"I really don't know what the captain was thinking, insisting on participating in this magic competition and even sending a wish letter to the saintess of the Temple of Light. Since when has the Silver Wheel needed to curry favor with a saintess?"
She was busy complaining to herself, oblivious to the man's increasingly dark expression.
"It was Susie who wanted to thank her."
The fairy was even more dissatisfied.
"You don't need a top-tier wish letter, do you? What is the leader thinking?!"
Her voice grew increasingly shrill, and the man simply yanked her off and grabbed her in his hand.
"Don't do anything unnecessary, the commander has his plans."
The man's tone wasn't very friendly, carrying a hint of helplessness.
"Moreover, this saintess has no ill will towards the alien races and is a human that can be befriended. The Silver Wheel cannot live in the shadows forever. If it can gain the recognition of the Temple of Light, some of its companions can live normal lives."
The fairy didn't struggle when she was caught; instead, she relaxed and slumped down, her tone becoming lazy.
“Only you and the leader would think that way. I don’t think so. With the leader protecting us, what’s wrong with living in secret? Besides, that saintess doesn’t have any real power. Anyone else would seem more reliable than her.”
The fairies are conservatives in the Silver Wheel. The group has many rare races and they are always at risk of being captured. Rather than trying to get everyone to have a legitimate identity and live like ordinary humans, it is better to maintain the status quo.
"Don't be so idealistic. The commander isn't actually obligated to protect us all the time."
After speaking, the man lowered his eyes again.
Indeed, with the guild leader around, no one dares to provoke the Silver Wheel, but what if...?
Whether the leader dies, disappears, or abandons them, the Silver Wheel will soon crumble. Seeking an official, publicly recognized identity is crucial for all races within the guild.
We can't live under the commander's wing forever.
"never mind."
The fairy was speechless for a moment, until she heard light footsteps, at which point they resumed their confrontational stance.
"Fine, fine, you all spoil Susie, but I'm not good to her."
The fairy shouted deliberately at an extremely loud volume.
As soon as she finished speaking, Susie came running up to them from a short distance away.
"Who said Aunt Butterfly is mean to me! I'll fight her."
Susie, brandishing her small fists, stopped menacingly in front of the two, her strong muscles visible through her sleeves.
As a swordsman, one must train every day. In particular, Susie has various racial sparring partners who provide instruction, making her training more comprehensive than other swordsmen.
"Good girl, I knew little Susie wouldn't like an ice-cold face."
The butterfly instantly beamed with joy, flew out of the man's hand, and landed on Susie's shoulder.
Hearing this, Susie glanced at the man guiltily, then whispered.
"No... I like Uncle Ess very much too."
Es glanced at the butterfly indifferently, then looked away.
The butterfly noticed the smug look in his eyes and immediately bristled.
"Little Susie was just being polite with you, and you actually took it seriously!"
The butterfly was so irritable that it was unlike a normally peaceful and serene fairy; its temper was even worse than that of a dragon.
Of course, both Susie and Es were used to her loud and boisterous manner and could only chuckle.
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