"Let's talk about upgrading Wrathful Moon."
Rita was more than ready.
In her ideal scenario, she would arrive, exchange a few words, and Lynx Duke would decisively upgrade Wrathful Moon for her, the future star of Starsea. Then she would leave. Clean, efficient, no nonsense.
No need for any fairy tale nonsense at all.
What kind of fairy tale even has letters that creepy?
She muttered that silently to Wrathful Moon. Ever since being scolded by Lynx Duke, the lantern had been quietly sending her faint sobbing signals.
Lynx Duke, who had just set down her teacup, glanced at her lightly and asked, "If you had to set a restriction on your Divine Relic, preventing people you don't approve of from using its full form, even if the relic itself acknowledges them, what would you do?"
