In the next second, both Stanley Batton and Xyla Quest heard a woman’s voice.
“Keep these objects with you. They will be useful at a critical moment.”
Her voice was unusually delicate and pleasant to hear.
It didn’t sound like an ordinary human’s voice.
Although they could hear her, they couldn’t see the woman as their eyes darted around, looking for the disembodied voice.
Then, the couple exchanged glances when they found nothing except a light floral scent in the house.
There was an aroma of wintersweet flowers and even hints of snow when Xyla inhaled deeply.
Did an elf or a fairy come to their aid? Or was this the nine-tailed demon fox’s disguise?
Xyla’s instincts were telling her that it was the former.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m not the nine-tailed demon fox. Keep those objects.” The woman’s voice still sounded gentle.
Xyla’s eyes filled with wonder again.
It was impressive that the woman knew what she was thinking.
She only denied being the nine-tailed demon fox, but she didn’t deny that she was an elf or fairy.
Could she be the latter?
“Stop coming up with wild guesses. I will show myself when it's time," the voice said. "There’s a long road ahead of you. Do more good deeds and protect yourself. Everything is related to karma.”
Xyla held the silver hairpin tightly and stared into the emptiness. “What do you mean by this? Can we reduce our karmic debts if we do more good deeds? Is that it?”
“Also, who exactly are you? Can you show yourself?” she pressed but didn't receive any further response.
A few seconds later, a red petal fell before her, spurring her to reach out to catch it.
The tiny petal fell directly onto the center of her palm, glowing a bright red color like the gemstone.
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