This speculation is very detrimental to their deal.
This is extremely bad news for Maggie herself. If other blood servant puppets are indeed taking action, then she will not be the only necessity, and it is understandable that the old monster wants to kill her.
He was probably not joking when he said he wanted to dig her heart out.
Ulysses did indeed have such thoughts, but he was better at using disguise to deceive others and conceal his true purpose and... murderous intent.
The truth, which she only realized belatedly, sent chills down Maggie's spine. It wasn't until she was completely out of the forest and saw the carriage waiting for her by the roadside that she finally came to her senses.
As it turns out, she wasn't thorough enough; even with a storyline to back her up, she shouldn't have been so confident.
She's already completely distorted the plot, so how can she guarantee that Ulysses won't come into contact with new blood servant puppets? The flapping of a butterfly's wings can affect every aspect of life.
However, she didn't think that far ahead and continued to act according to her own judgment.
If Ulysses hadn't had other things he wanted her to do today, she might have died here.
As Maggie pondered this, she walked to the carriage, her hands unconsciously gripping the cross beneath her clothes, the 'Nightmare Crescent.' Originally, the cross she wore around her neck was from the Temple of Light, a symbol of a saint.
But after obtaining the 'Nightmare Crescent,' Maggie replaced it with it.
Maggie was so confident because she didn't want others to notice anything amiss, and the 'Nightmare Crescent,' with its aura concealed, didn't look much different from an ordinary cross.
"What’s wrong with you?"
As Xiu stepped off the carriage, he noticed Maggie's somewhat absent-minded state and casually asked her a question.
"It's okay, let's go back."
Maggie snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. It was best that no third person knew about her affair with Ulysses, as this was one of her weaknesses as a saintess.
She wouldn't tell anyone, whether it was Xiu or anyone else.
"..."
Xiu was not surprised by this answer, but his eyes darkened for a moment before he pursed his lips and returned to the carriage, seemingly unwilling to continue talking to Maggie.
Spald watched Maggie and Xiu's interaction the whole time, occasionally showing a thoughtful expression, but saying nothing.
After being warned by his older brother, Spor pretended to be very serious and did not have any further contact with Maggie. However, his gaze often drifted uncontrollably towards Maggie, perhaps too subtly, so that neither Maggie nor Spor noticed.
...
On the way back, Xiu was noticeably quieter than on the way there, spending most of his time studying magic or books.
The question is about finding a way to retrieve the treasure, the 'Heart of the Ocean'.
Maggie naturally wouldn't bother him.
As for Spiel, who had been somewhat at odds with him, he was also thinking about something on his way back and didn't have much interaction with Xiu. Spiel was also suppressed and didn't dare to say anything.
The somber atmosphere on the return trip made Maggie feel a little uncomfortable.
It wasn't until the night the carriage was almost in sight of Santa Fe that Spittor, for some reason, took the initiative to speak with Maggie.
The group camped out in the suburbs for the night.
Maggie stood by the water source, gazing at the sky with a hint of boredom.
Although it's called a water source, it's actually just a very small lake; you can see the other side at a glance.
Spitt walked silently in the dark, but Maggie could still spot him. His shadow was somewhat noticeable in the moonlight, but like his brother, it was easy to miss.
Maggie didn't turn around. She knew that Spitbol had come to her on his own initiative, perhaps because he had something to say, and that was for the best.
"Your Highness, you are a very ambitious person."
Spitbolt's voice was soft and not very clear in the dark, but it was enough for Maggie to hear.
Am I that kind of person in your eyes?
Maggie looked at the moon and shrugged.
She never hid her desires, but she probably didn't have any ambition.
Her strongest desire was to live.
Unfortunately, most people don't see it; they just think she's an ambitious person who craves power and status, which is a real misunderstanding.
Maggie sighed inwardly.
What do you think?
Spitbolt turned his head and looked at Maggie's face, which was illuminated by the moonlight.
Exquisite and petite, breathtakingly beautiful, but that's all there is to it. In this continent where magical strength is paramount, beauty is merely a bonus, not a true asset.
It looks nice, but it's not really anything special.
He was trying to figure out what it was about Maggie that attracted his wooden-like brother.
After hearing this, Maggie suddenly tilted her head to look at Spitt and curled the corners of her mouth.
"I don't feel anything, you might not believe it if I told you, I just want to live."
Perhaps feeling too tired, Maggie didn't bother with any pretense or riddles with Spitbol, and frankly revealed her true thoughts.
Anyway... they won't believe it.
"..."
As expected, Spittor looked at her and fell silent, perhaps considering whether her words were true or false.
"You are the cursed twins, an ominous sign. If you must say something, you want to obtain the sealed power from the book, which is also a way of wanting to live."
"I don't think my idea is anything special."
It's a pity that no one in this world can truly empathize with Maggie.
She was just a vague, rootless, wandering soul.
"Um."
When Spitbol saw the sadness in Maggie's voice that she herself didn't even realize, he inexplicably nodded and chose to believe her.
A person who lies frequently, when suddenly revealing their honesty, can even deceive the most intelligent person in the world.
"Don't worry, I won't lie to you. It's just that I don't have much time left. If I can think of a way to break the seal on the book, I will return it to you."
Maggie yawned, gave Spud a reassuring look, then turned and left the lake, heading towards the campsite.
This time, she was really going to start studying that 'misprinted general history of the continent' properly. After listening to Ulysses, she felt she couldn't just sit there and do nothing; she wanted to help.
I want to help Roy, the little ghost, the deer spirit, and the little jellyfish protect their home.
Those were the little ones who had truly and unconditionally helped her since she came into this world.
Although Maggie didn't know what kind of being the Elemental King was, perhaps out of love for the Elemental King, Maggie felt that all the Elemental Spirits were good and worth her efforts to save.
Once she's dealt with the Duke, she'll definitely find a way to go to the Elemental Source Realm.
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