Tangze Asuka trembled and lowered her head, only to see a slender dagger had already pierced through her back, straight through her abdomen, revealing its blood-stained blade tip.
"Ha...ha..."
Tangze Asuka wanted to turn her head in disbelief, but her body uncontrollably sank to the ground. Margaret, the one behind this act, approached gently and locked her in an embrace, preventing her from immediately collapsing.
Tangze Asuka couldn't see Margaret's expression at this moment, but she could feel her cold breath and words dancing by her ears, accompanied by the ringing and dizziness. She began to speak,
"Sorry, Asuka, if it were really for me to return to my world, I would have let go... but, aren't you curious why I allowed Chun to shelter so many natives in the Ideal Country?"
"Ma...Ma..."
Tangze Asuka's lips quivered, a teardrop fell from her eye. The simple syllable she uttered might have been the beginning of Margaret's name, perhaps.
