This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"I thought you couldn't help but attack that person."

The magician leaned casually against a thick tree, watching the young man leave and turning his head to look at Temperance, who was standing not far away.

Temperance has pulled open the hood of his hood, and under the silvery white hair are those dark eyes.

"No need."

Temperance is three words, and the answer is an understatement.

"If the plan goes well, I will catch them all in one fell swoop."

"But... that woman has been in the healing place for more than thirty days. Now I don't know whether the original choice was right or wrong."

"If I had given up my plan, given up on that woman, and taken out the Death Seeking Breath Gu, maybe -"

"So, do you regret it now? Regret...that you took what I suggested and saved that woman's spirit."

What he said was interrupted by the magician.

"All plans involve risks and opportunities. We couldn't predict such an outcome at the time, don't you think?"

The magician sighed, turned around to look, and found that this guy's face had very little expression.

It seemed that his sigh was just a simple modal word.

"Regret? No, you are wrong. How can I regret my temperance? If I regret this little thing, then I should have regretted it countless times when I tried to kill those three guys alone."

Temperance said.

"It's just that I should learn something from these failures. Why do I always fail? I often think about this question, and every failure brings me a different answer."

"At first, I thought it was a problem with my abilities. Then I thought it was because I wasn't cruel enough or decisive enough. In the end, I discovered that these are not the most important things."

"Oh?" The magician was also curiously aroused by these words, and he raised his eyes to answer the question.

"Maybe what I lack is control over information."

"magician."

The silver-white short-haired boy stared at the young man standing opposite, wearing a red and white robe.

"Have you hidden something from me? As a snooper of information, haven't you discovered some unusual truths during the time you have been in this world?"

Temperance's eyes were firmly locked on the magician's body. The dark and inexplicably empty sight made the young man unconsciously cheer up and lower his head.

In a rare moment, his brain started to work faster.

"Some unusual truths? Which ones do you mean?"

he asked tentatively.

"They can resurrect from the dead, they can disappear at will, as long as they want. They... seem weak, but in fact... I cannot fundamentally eliminate them."

"It seems like they are standing in the light, and it seems like I always have the initiative. In fact, when they appear, they are invincible."

"Don't you think so?"

Temperance asked rhetorically.

The corners of Magic's lips trembled almost imperceptibly.

Of course he knows the truth about these issues.

This is a world within a world, a world... created by the world itself, in the name of a game, and most of the participants in this world, or in other words, most of the people here, have something hidden inside them. A real consciousness.

The shell is false and created, but the consciousness is real.

This is a world where reality and illusion intertwine.

He has understood everything since he appeared here.

The way to completely eliminate the so-called "protagonist group" is not to start from the "body" visible to the naked eye, but from the inside, from the soul, from...consciousness.

Only when people in that "this world" disappear are they truly "annihilated."

He thought Temperance was unaware of all this, because the world created by the world focuses on reality. For every "person" created here, the world has weaved a complete "life" without flaws.

But Temperance noticed it quickly and even... asked him questions.

But...can he tell Temperance this?

His heart told him that he couldn't.

Behind the completion of Temperance's mission are three innocent lives. He...understands the weight of life and cherishes the existence of life, so...he cannot.

Maybe, the Fool thinks so too...

Now, he somewhat understands the Fool's thoughts.

But unlike the Fool, the Fool appears as a "positive card". Even if he blatantly stands in the camp of the "protagonist group", blatantly supports the enemy, and chooses to defect, there is no problem and he will not be punished at all.

But he appeared in the form of a "reversed card", which means that as soon as he appeared, he was destined to stand in the camp of moderation and the camp of "villain".

After all, depending on the way the tablet is summoned, and the summoned person's attitude toward moderation, you have to weigh it yourself.

The most important thing is not to be restrained from discovering your "little thoughts."

You need to make him believe that you are firmly on...his side.

This is... the "rules" the world has given to the cards, the "rules" that leave room for room.

He didn't know what the punishment would be for violating the "rules", but this was the home court of the world, and any "summoned" with some brains would not be stupid enough to openly confront the world.

"Hey? Is there any?"

The magician pretended to be stunned for a moment, pretending not to know the details.

Temperance said nothing more, and he thoughtfully found a reason for the magician's reaction.

"Maybe you have been in this world for a short time, so you don't understand. In fact, this is indeed the case."

"Doesn't your ability work on the "protagonist group"?"

He looked away and looked into the distance, his brows slightly furrowed with a hint of helplessness.

The magician never expected that Temperance would take the initiative to step down for him. To be precise, this guy may have thought so.

"I also tried to spy on the so-called "protagonist group" you called, but unfortunately, as you said, they do have wonderful abilities. My ability... failed on them."

When he said he was panicking, his face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat, as if it was just like that.

Temperance nodded.

"Guys who can be noticed by the world must have something good..."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I didn't mean to blame you when I said that. We are in the same camp now. Groundless accusations are harmful to us."

"Magician, even if we still fail in the end, as long as you stand firmly on my side, I will... be your most reliable... partner."

When the young man in robe heard this, his calm heart quietly started to stir up ripples without him realizing it.

He couldn't help but look at Jiejie. Under his eyes, which seemed to be covered by mist, there was unconcealable surprise.

It's hard to imagine that Temperance... would say such a thing.

Surprisingly...reasonable.

Temperance was also looking at him, or in other words, he was staring at the magician when he said these words.

The moment their eyes met, the young man wearing a red and white robe was the first to lower his head.

It's weird...what's going on with this inexplicable feeling of guilt...