The warden who guards the witches

Aiden sat alone in his seat and drank the tea in his cup.

There was still half an hour before the end of the lunch break, and he had some time to think quietly by himself.

When sitting opposite the current Deborah, there was a sense of estrangement. I think "Deborah" herself could feel that she was different from the Deborah who naively pursued pure justice in the past.

Deborah's story ended with the ending he wrote. Objectively speaking, it was a somewhat regrettable ending.

"This is also her own choice. You have tried your best to give her a better choice."

He tried to comfort himself in his heart, but it was useless.

He was a very realistic person and it was difficult for him to deceive himself.

In the final analysis, the tragic setting that the "existence" ruler specially gave to Deborah was still unsolvable for mortals. He tried hard to rewrite it, but the ending was still unsatisfactory.

This made him feel somewhat unwilling, and this unwillingness made him vaguely feel a fact: if the game prepared by the ruler was not specially released, it would be almost impossible for mortals to pass it perfectly.

Unwillingness is just a small matter. If the opponent is a ruler, self-esteem is useless. If you can win by abandoning self-esteem, then the price is already pitifully small.

The key lies in the fact of the power gap. The power of the ruler is overwhelming to mortals. This is true for the ruler of "existence" and the goddess of conspiracy.

If the goddess of conspiracy actually spared no effort to prepare a tragic ending for him from the beginning, would he really have a chance to get rid of the opponent's chess game?

The road to becoming the ruler of "order" was paved for him by the goddess of conspiracy, and it is part of this chess game. If you go to the end of this road, you can't get rid of this game.

Why doesn't the goddess of conspiracy mind a chess piece in her hand becoming a ruler equivalent to herself? Obviously, he has never concealed his intention to resist.

Aiden can think of only one possibility.

There is a trap on the road paved for him by the goddess of conspiracy.

If he can't find this trap, his ending will become an unsolvable loop.

However, having said that, he is actually still one step away from becoming a saint.

Before Deborah left, she taught him the Word of the Law and transferred a little of her divinity to him, leaving only a little for herself as a basis for her own existence.

"I no longer need the power of the Law, I hope my power can help you." Deborah said at the time.

Having lost the evil thoughts of killing and the pursuit of becoming a messenger of justice, she also lost her obsession with power.

Now she is just a little short of divinity.

After resolving the incident of the Mother Goddess of Abundance, Aiden is only one step away from becoming a saint in terms of divinity. He paid a little in the transaction with Kikimora, and then earned it back from the incident of the Smiling Balance, but he also used a little divinity to activate the "substitute" Word of the Law.

Counting what Deborah gave him, he is still a little short of becoming a saint, and he has to take back the divinity given to Veronica.

As he was thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man pushing the door and entering the store.

This was a very ordinary thing, but Aiden turned his eyes to that person.

The dark-skinned man was wearing old leather and linen clothes, with his long hair wrapped in a turban and casually scattered. He wore a few exotic necklaces with animal teeth around his neck. He looked like a pioneer from the northern continent, or a crew member working for a privateer or merchant ship. In a big city, such an appearance is quite conspicuous, but at most it will only make people look at him twice.

However, after Aiden turned his eyes to the other person, he found that he couldn't look away.

Not only him, but everyone else in the store subconsciously turned their eyes to this man. Even the clerk who was standing behind the counter with his back to him and tidying up the shelves turned around inexplicably.

This man exudes an aura and an overwhelming presence, making it difficult for people to ignore his existence.

The man looked around and suddenly met Aiden's eyes. He smiled at Aiden and walked straight over.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Watcher." The man smiled at him politely, but sat down opposite Aiden in his own way, "I am a fan of your books."

"You are... 'Dreamer'?" Aiden immediately understood the other party's identity.

As far as he knew, the only person who knew that the fairy tale investor "Watcher" was him was "Dreamer" besides himself.

After that letter, "Dreamer" never contacted him again.

Aiden was a little caught off guard. He thought that "Dreamer" might contact him again, but he didn't expect that the other party would come to see him in person.

However, he did not feel any panic because the other party was a ruler. After all, he had already contacted three rulers, two of whom were still in his prison.

"That's right, I have always been looking forward to meeting you in person." Dreamer smiled heartily, "I really like your stories."

"Those stories are not mine, I'm just a porter." Aiden corrected.

"I know." The dreamer nodded. "Your stories from another world really healed me and cured the boredom I felt in this world."

"You know where I come from." Aiden narrowed his eyes. "Do you really know Melissa?"

"When I first met her, her name was Melindahl." The dreamer admitted without hesitation, "We can be considered friends, because we have similar interests."

"We have similar tastes, right?" Aiden said.

"That's not bad!" The dreamer laughed.

"So what did that big shot who has similar tastes to the conspiracy goddess come to me for?" Aiden asked bluntly.

"You should have read the stories I created." The dreamer glanced at the magazines next to Aiden, "whether in the book or in reality."

"Yes." Aiden said, "From what you said, Deborah was really created by you?"

"Yeah." The dreamer responded casually, and he didn't seem to care much about Deborah's affairs, "I like the stories you submitted very much. Although those stories were not created by you, I appreciate your taste." "So I want to hear your evaluation of my stories, which is the so-called reading experience."

"Then, can I tell the truth?" Aiden looked into the other person's eyes and confirmed with the other person.

"It's meaningless if you don't tell the truth." The dreamer smiled.

"Then I'll tell you..." Aiden paused and said seriously, "Actually, I think it's okay."