Maggie was dumbfounded.
She ignored what Huiya said next, her gaze fixed on the small, slightly out-of-control twig on Nesser's neck. The shock she received was far greater than when Nesser said he was about to come of age.
Perhaps because Maggie's gaze was too obvious, the vines shrank back shyly and retreated into Nesser's hair.
This confirms it completely.
Because the vines of the forest god are like this, as part of the body, they are not entirely under the control of their master and still have a certain degree of autonomy.
Furthermore, the human form of the Forest God also inherited this characteristic. In the original comic, these vines, which are indistinguishable from hands and feet and are very easy to control, helped the main characters a great deal.
Maggie's expression froze, her gaze stiffly shifting upwards to Nesser's face, repeatedly checking it several times.
In her memory, the human form of the Forest God should have been a somewhat decadent, unshaven elf uncle, a fake bard who frequented taverns every day and secretly investigated the crimes of the Zefnea family!
Instead of Nesser, who was tall, handsome, and looking at her innocently.
Could there be something wrong with the comic she was reading?
Maggie broke down.
She suspected that her memory was playing tricks on her.
This is completely illogical.
She finally accepted the fact that Nesser was an adult and could be friends with him in the future, and now you're telling me that Nesser is actually the human form of the forest god?!
Is this even a way to live?!
Maggie was so frustrated she was about to go crazy, and her brain seemed to go completely offline.
She stared intently at Nesser, and seeing Nesser grow increasingly uneasy, she couldn't help but cautiously ask Maggie.
"Sister? Is there something on my face?"
Nesser carefully touched his face. He knew Maggie liked his face very much. He had finally managed to regain some of Maggie's favor towards him, and he couldn't afford to lose Maggie's affection again because of something like this.
"...Where did you get these vines? Are they magical creations?"
Maggie still couldn't believe it, unwilling to admit that the Nesser before her was the human form of the Forest God, and asked in a dying struggle.
"Ah~ Sister, you mean this? This suddenly appeared after I came of age. It's not a magical creation, nor is it an external vine. It comes from within myself."
Nesser suddenly realized that Maggie was concerned about the thing on his body, and carefully explained.
She was extremely meticulous, completely ruling out any other possibility of Maggie deceiving herself, and Maggie completely broke down.
"...I need some quiet time."
After saying that, Maggie walked towards her treehouse with robotic steps, her back ramrod straight like a soldier marching in formation. No one knew how furious she was.
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Huiya didn't get an answer. He looked at Maggie, who was hurrying away, with a blank expression. Then he looked at Nesser, whose expression was equally stiff, and wisely retreated into the shadows.
Her sixth sense was terrifyingly accurate; Nesser was definitely not normal right now.
It's like a volcano about to erupt, but it's trying its best to suppress itself. Maybe something will trigger it, and it will erupt on the spot, completely engulfing the surrounding area and leaving no one alive.
Nesser stared blankly in the direction Maggie had gone, unsure whether to chase after her or wait for her.
He didn't even know what he had done wrong, or why Maggie was acting so strangely. Maggie's reaction was clearly directed at him, but it didn't seem entirely directed at him.
For a moment, Nesser didn't know what to do.
Ficklin, like a bystander, glanced back and forth in the direction Maggie had left and at Nesser, then thoughtfully stroked his chin, his eyes suddenly lighting up as if he had figured something out.
Whether his thinking was right or wrong, no one knows.
...
Maggie returned to the treehouse and slammed the door shut, as if afraid that someone would disturb her again.
The successive blows she's received have been too much for her; she really needs to be alone for a while now.
She threw herself onto the bed, staring unfocused at the roof of the treehouse. The rugged, winding tree trunks, unlike the smooth ceiling, exuded a natural feel.
Maggie, however, had no time to appreciate it; she was preoccupied with analyzing in her mind why Nesser might be the human form of the forest god.
The elven village that should have disappeared.
An attack by a mercenary group hired by Zefneria.
A disguised bard.
Add to that Nesser, who may die in the story but may also successfully escape.
Putting all the clues together, she roughly came to a guess.
If Nesser is the human form of the Forest God, then in the original comic, after the village was destroyed, he fled back to the Green Forest alone, and after his coming-of-age ceremony, he casually disguised himself as a middle-aged elven bard.
He sneaked back into the territory of the Temple of Light, and possibly discovered the mastermind behind the destruction of his original village. He then randomly chose a kingdom and began searching for evidence of the Zefneria family's crimes. At the same time, he also encountered other gods in human form, who joined the protagonist's group.
Now, she saved the village, spared Nesser, and Nesser no longer harbored the deep-seated hatred for the Zefnia family. It was she who escorted Nesser back to the Green Forest, which is why things have become what they are now...
She changed the plot.
"..."
After figuring everything out, Maggie's expression gradually twisted; it was a very reasonable guess, but she found it hard to accept.
She actually kept a god's human form by her side for so long without even noticing!
This is the greatest insult to her.
All that reading of the original comic book dozens of times was for nothing; she got slapped in the face.
Good news, she stopped a crime committed by the Zefneria family.
The bad news is that without the evidence of the 'bard' from the original work, she now has very little information about the Duke's mansion, and bringing down the Duke remains a distant goal.
The only useful thing is the wish letter that the Silver Wheel gave her, which can be used to kill the Duke.
But it still depends on the right timing, location, and people.
Otherwise, you can't just send the leader of the Silver Wheel to his death; what's the difference between her and an idiot?
"Maggie, what's wrong?"
As soon as Roy appeared, he saw Maggie lying motionless on the bed, almost petrified, in a state of near-death. He immediately showed a worried expression.
"...I'm fine."
Upon hearing Roy's voice, Maggie snapped out of her petrified state and managed to squeeze out three words with great difficulty.
"You don't look like you're alright."
The little ghost habitually pursed his lips, outwardly showing disdain, but inwardly he was secretly concerned about Maggie.
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