She wanted to leave the Cardilon Kingdom as soon as possible, lest the clerics of the Church of Blood find her and use her abilities to restrain Mist and Ahtal, which would be very troublesome.
After all, once she stood in the position of a judge, she could not act arbitrarily based on her own emotions, whether the opponent was also a woman or deserved pity, which did not allow her to bias her judgment.
And at this moment.
"Hi… long time no see." The puppet girl returned, handing over the Sword Box and complained to Xi Mu:
"We can't use this sword, the Witch of Death asked us to return it to you."
"Thank you." Xi Mu took the Sword Box and did not bother to open it for inspection, directly storing it in his ring.
Then, he asked the puppet girl,
"Will the Witch of Death deal with the God of Blood?"
"She might go, or maybe… she won't." The puppet girl smiled mysteriously, playful and obnoxious, "It depends on whether the Witch of Death feels like going."
