Maggie was still somewhat dazed after escaping from the consciousness space of the twin gods.
The sky was blue, and all around was a vast grassland. The twin gods had just woken up, and the three of them stared at each other, entering a staring contest mode.
Although Maggie didn't know her current location, she figured the problem should be solved without any surprises.
Even if she fights with all her might, her brother Rifia will definitely get the position of God of Fire, and then there will be nothing left for her.
"I won't tell anyone about what you... um."
Maggie said hesitantly.
She will soon wake up and leave this place. In fact, even if the Twin Gods attack her, it won't be a big problem, but Maggie still doesn't want to have a conflict, as it's too troublesome.
Moreover, she is a very vengeful person. If Gemini really intends to kill her in order to destroy her dark history...
That.....
When she decides to become a god, things might change.
Although Maggie dislikes enemies, she is not afraid of these two, who possess double the divine power, so in a way, she has actually gained an advantage.
However, based on their act of thanking her in the consciousness space, Maggie felt that they probably wouldn't repay kindness with enmity.
"No... I was just thinking, if only someone like you had appeared back then."
Weaver's mood was noticeably more depressed and outward. He gave a bitter smile, without the awkwardness he had shown before, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes, as if he were recalling the past.
His voice was slightly hoarse, rustling in the wind as it swept across the grassland, blending together like a distant memory.
Maggie paused for a moment, then composed herself and fell silent.
Of course, she also thought about the past that the Twin Gods had truly experienced, without her presence.
How did they manage to escape from the hunting party's pursuit?
How to escape from a nobleman's estate after being adopted by him.
To survive and become a 'vulture' on the battlefield of the Scourge, I search through corpses to become stronger, just so I can live a good life.
Although Maggie hadn't seen anything that happened to them afterward, she could guess that it would be difficult.
Including the price they paid for their efforts to win over various weaker races to gain their support.
They had to bear all of this on their own; there was no kind person like 'her' who appeared.
"Thank you anyway."
Instead of responding to her brother, Raphia thanked Maggie again.
“We didn’t know why we were trapped in the consciousness space, but now it seems we finally know, and we are very grateful to you for solving it for us.”
He continued.
"If... you need compensation, you can come to us after the God War is over."
Rephia, habitually employing his businessman's mindset, believed that everything Maggie did was purposeful, that she wanted something; in his words, it was a transaction.
"...No need. You should hurry up and participate in the God War. That's the greatest way you can thank me."
Maggie was speechless.
She helped out of concern that future history would be altered as a result, affecting her life. As for helping those two brats, it was purely out of sympathy.
These two in front of her were already adults who had been brutally beaten by the underworld and had long since become heartless, so Maggie had no interest in saying anything more to them.
She left those words and prepared to turn and leave. Anyway, she would wake up from the dream soon, and it wouldn't hurt for her to just wander around the grassland.
But to her surprise, Weflea spoke up and stopped her.
"It's dangerous here, you should come with us."
Maggie paused, turned her head, and saw that Rafia was also nodding to her.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it."
Maggie smiled slightly, her opinion of the Twin Gods changing a little. Although their personalities were rather bad, they still had some kindness in them. No wonder that after they became gods, many races, besides those who had once supported them, converted to the God of Fire.
Even though Rephia is a bit dark-skinned, wishes made to her can actually come true.
Not to mention Weaver, sometimes he's like a bodhisattva... well... but that's rare.
If they have this kind of personality, it wouldn't be bad if they could become gods.
As Maggie thought this, a gust of wind blew by, lifting the hem of her dress, and just like that, she disappeared from the twins' sight without warning or a trace of magic.
It simply vanished into thin air.
...
Maggie stared blankly at the stone slab roof, her head spinning and throbbing slightly, though not as intensely as last time.
It seems like she was dreaming again, but she can't remember it clearly after waking up.
Even if Maggie was slow to notice, she finally sensed that something was wrong. She usually remembered her dreams and didn't have headaches; at most, she would sleep a little restlessly.
But this isn't the first time I've had a dream like today—one I can't remember at all, and it still gives me a headache.
The dreams that gave her headaches were significantly different from ordinary dreams, leading Maggie to suspect that she was cursed or something else entirely.
Maggie sat up, frowned and pondered for a while, then decided to get a crystal ball that could record dreams and cast a spell on it.
She refused to believe that she wouldn't discover anything unusual.
Having made up her mind, Maggie got out of bed. Coincidentally, the merfolk had a lot of things related to dreams, so even if they didn't have a dream crystal ball, they had other substitutes.
She had to deal with headaches caused by her dreams every morning and evening, which would seriously affect her sleep health in modern times.
Since Maggie transmigrated here, she has had very little time to rest, especially when it comes to sleeping. She even has to carefully set up a defensive barrier before going to bed to prevent things like the 'twins breaking into her room' from happening again.
At the time, she felt that the temple was very safe, and no one would dare to come in to assassinate the Holy Maiden, whether they were people outside or inside the temple. The Holy Maiden's status was very important, and ordinary people would not dare to do so.
However, she encountered two mentally ill people and misjudged the situation.
To exaggerate a bit, Maggie now wishes she could sleep with one eye on guard and the other on watch.
Therefore, she had to eliminate all factors that disturbed her sleep.
Maggie clenched her fists, her face full of fighting spirit.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the mermaid settlement, the ice sculptures formed by the dead ice mermaids quietly disappeared without anyone noticing. Instead of melting, they turned into a substance and were collected by a blurry mermaid shadow.
The substance looked viscous and disgusting, completely unlike anything that would come from a transparent ice sculpture.
After collecting the materials, the mermaid shadow turned and left the settlement, speeding towards the direction the ice mermaid had retreated.
If Maggie were here, she could clearly sense the same aura emanating from those materials as her father, originating from... the Tartarus Abyss.
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