"Then, this price is still not enough."
The Halloween Queen showed a troubled expression, propping her head, tilting it.
Seeing this, Maria's face changed slightly, and she sighed helplessly.
She closed her eyes as if having made a certain decision.
Weak nations have no diplomacy—this saying also applied in Little Garden, only needing a slight modification.
Modified to: the weak have no right to choose.
Now, after the Holy Son's fall, no matter how vast Christianity's remaining power—in front of the Halloween Queen, they were just a big fish ready for slaughter.
The consequence of having resources and influence but lacking sufficient combat power was Zoroastrianism's bloody lesson.
This happened on the basis that Zoroastrianism's Good Mother Goddess sacrificed herself so the Pantheon could exist in Little Garden and stand on the side of good.
Little Garden's first era had four pillars: Good, Evil, Human, and God.
Good and Evil established Little Garden's worldview based on dualism, setting the basic tone for Little Garden to observe and intervene in human history, guiding it toward good and transcending evil.
The [Good] pillar was created by the Good Mother Goddess sacrificing herself—and at the same time, she staked the future that justice would surely triumph for Little Garden and human history.
The Evil Mother Goddess also sacrificed herself for Little Garden, bearing all sins, ultimately creating Absolute Evil—to facilitate Little Garden transcending the Last Trial of Mankind.
Zoroastrianism could be said to have fully devoted itself to Little Garden—but what was Zoroastrianism's situation now?
Besides Indra, how many were still active in Little Garden?
Their former foundational base had long been divided up.
Current Little Garden was no longer an era of sacrifice—but a bloody jungle law: if you eat more, I eat less.
Currently, Christianity's plate was far larger than Zoroastrianism's past. Without the Halloween Queen's forgiveness—countless old folks would use her justification to carve off some fat chunks of Christianity.
Especially since Christianity still had God's Second Child—this even gave legal basis to some.
"Then, what additional price do you want from us?"
Maria opened her blue eyes, staring firmly.
She hoped this carefree Halloween Queen wouldn't demand too painful terms.
Maria sighed inwardly. If just resources—it would be great if wealthy Christianity could satisfy the Halloween Queen by spending a little.
Seeing Maria's resigned face, the Halloween Queen smiled brightly now.
"Relax—it's not an unacceptable price."
She said, narrowing her eyes, staring at Maria.
"After all, not much in your Christianity is useful to me."
Maria's mouth corner twitched. For some reason, her worry increased.
(Actually, there are several treasures in Christianity's vault useful for your level.)
Maria sighed helplessly.
"Then Queen, please say it. As long as Christianity can do it, we'll strive our best."
"Then, I want you to help Aslan become King of the End."
The Halloween Queen stared with an expression as if her plan had finally succeeded.
Maria's expression froze, and she fell silent, speechless.
(What? You want Christianity to support Aslan—one of the culprits behind the Holy Son's fall—to become King of the End?)
(Queen, are you serious?)
(We're already good not causing trouble for Aslan—and now you want us to support him?)
The Halloween Queen said nothing, only smiling at Maria.
She didn't speak, nor use any power.
But that gaze alone gave Maria unimaginable pressure.
Instantly, Maria realized. She realized she had no right to choose.
The only thing Christianity must do now was satisfy the other side by any means.
"Fine, Queen—we will support Aslan to become King of the End."
Maria bowed her head slightly, clenching her fists tightly—even as nails dug into flesh, she felt no pain.
Seeing her like that, the Halloween Queen snorted softly, clearly very satisfied with Maria's attitude.
"After all, you made me lose my favorite knight—so I hope Aslan can become my new knight."
She slightly raised her chin, looking down.
"You understand my meaning?"
"Understood, Queen."
Maria bowed deeper.
Only now did she understand—in Little Garden, the weak had no human rights. Christianity—called a super-large Pantheon at Little Garden's peak.
After losing a Two-Digit pillar like the Holy Son—became a toy the Halloween Queen could play with.
Even Greece still had Father God Zeus who could unleash Two-Digit power at his limit.
(Oh God, when will You return?)
And at this moment, the Halloween Queen suddenly said,
"However, useless things to me—don't need sending to me."
Maria's heart jolted hearing this, and she couldn't help looking up.
Then, the golden Halloween Queen lightly waved her hand—a thin water curtain appeared in the air, showing photos of Aslan and Shiroyasha.
Under Maria's gaze, the Halloween Queen laughed.
"You know them, right?"
"White Night Demon Lord and her subordinate god—and current Arcadia leader, Aslan."
Maria's heart pounded—a bad premonition rising.
And now, the Halloween Queen propped her chin with both hands, smiling at Maria.
"I want you to give the Holy Spirit Spirit Status to him."
These soft words made Maria's heart sink.
Right then, the Halloween Queen laughed.
"Hmm, remember to give it in front of Shiroyasha—and say it's from me."
(Hehe, since Shiroyasha used Aslan to upset me—saying my Arthur is dead, don't look for Aslan anymore—even ordering Scathach to prepare a funeral and hold a memorial.)
(If only Shiroyasha hadn't summoned Aslan—she'd still save a little face.)
(Otherwise, my revenge wouldn't be this simple.)
(I, the Halloween Queen, am Little Garden's most carefree Queen.)
(I'll make that poor Shiroyasha know what a true Queen is. No future following Shiroyasha.)
Hearing this, Maria fell silent.
Though respectful on the surface—inwardly she had cursed the Halloween Queen thousands of times.
(This Queen's dirty trick is too evil—is this the power of a widow whose husband died?)
(Not only evil to Christianity—but also to Shiroyasha.)
But she had no right to refuse—so she could only curse the Halloween Queen inwardly.
A Problem Child like the Halloween Queen should have her butt spanked by her mother.
Then, the Halloween Queen glanced at Maria with a mysterious smile.
Maria's heart pounded—could her inner curses against the Halloween Queen be discovered?
Shouldn't be? She had covered it with authority.
The Halloween Queen chuckled and said,
"Fine—withdraw. I hope you make a decision that satisfies me."
(What does that mean? What decision to satisfy her?)
With questions in mind, Maria sighed, turned, and left the courtyard.
After Maria left, the Halloween Queen—sitting before the stone table—propped her head with one hand, saying lazily.
"Scathach, what do you think if I let Faceless inherit Mordred's Spirit Status?"
Scathach beside her changed expression hearing this. If possible, she wanted to go deaf.
(Queen, don't you feel something wrong with yourself right now? Do you really want to become Morgan?)
(As expected—the lowest probability became reality. The Queen might really have fallen in love.)
Scathach sighed inwardly.
(The Queen wants me to help get Aslan—but the point is I've never been in love either. And Queen, did you forget—you already gifted me to him?)
But anyway—this was the Halloween Queen's order. Facing it, Scathach could only bow and answer.
"Your Majesty the Queen, this subordinate feels it's better not to. It could cause unnecessary rift between you and him."
"Besides, the rebel Mordred isn't a good symbol."
"Is that so?"
The Halloween Queen paused, thinking Arthur was dead—indeed no more use.
Current focus was finding ways to boost Aslan's power—at least to Three-Digit.
"Indeed no need."
Scathach immediately felt relieved. Could she say there was a slight issue in her education—causing Faceless to develop strange feelings for Aslan?
If Faceless really became Aslan's child—this would be a huge mess.
Teenagers were hard to manage.
Was it just because she slightly mentioned Aslan's achievements—to that extent?
"I want to be his eternal and only sun—so you be his shadow first!"
The Halloween Queen smiled, as if seeing through Scathach's thoughts.
"Hah?"
Scathach showed a confused expression. What did it mean to be Aslan's shadow?
The Halloween Queen smiled, uttering very carefree words.
"After all, he's a Creator God—and creating worlds needs various basic structures—so you be all his shadows first."
This went in Scathach's left ear and out the right. She only heard "guinea pig" in the sentence.
So, besides serving as knight, maid, assistant, head maid, the Halloween Queen's guardian—she also had to serve as marriage trial guinea pig?
(You want to be the sun for all worlds he'll create in the future—but don't know the conditions—you could just ask directly.)
(Why must I be the guinea pig?)
(Is this to hide from Shiroyasha?)
For some reason, Scathach's gaze toward the Halloween Queen held slight pity.
(Somehow, she seems to see a loser dog aura.)
(White Night Demon Lord is indeed your lifelong enemy.)
Scathach looked grim, annoyed yet resigned at the Halloween Queen—and finally surrendered under the other's smiling gaze.
"Fine, Your Majesty the Queen."