Chapter 257: Save Me, President!
When a beauty said something along the lines of, "You saw everything just now, didn't you?", it was easy to imagine a suggestive scene. [1]
But Ambrose didn't dare. Shara wasn't joking, not one bit.
"Goddess of the Night," Ambrose said cautiously, "how did you know I was watching from the sidelines?"
The face formed from black fog floated closer, stopping just short of his nose. "Your illusion is quite interesting," Shara began. "If I had descended in the form of an avatar, I might not have seen through it. But when you accepted the knowledge of the Weft, you were marked with my aura. No matter how you hide, you cannot escape my perception."
Ambrose remained calm. "I see. The foresight of a goddess is indeed beyond mortal prediction. Then may I ask why you didn't expose me directly? The fact that you chose to warn me like this suggests there's room for negotiation, doesn't it?"
Shara drifted back slightly, her gaze sweeping over him as if measuring his worth. After a long pause, she spoke again. "I knew, before, that you were important. I thought you were merely one chosen by fate, your body tangled with countless threads, each connected to different gods. But it seems I was mistaken. Your intelligence is far more significant than fate itself.
"Or perhaps, it is precisely because you are so intelligent that fate has taken an interest in you."
Ambrose chuckled, but didn't respond.
It sounded like praise, but her words were bait. If he showed even a hint of curiosity, she would surely follow with: "Want to know more? What price are you willing to pay?"