"They already have issues they cannot solve." Xi Mu chuckled lightly, pointing toward the sofa:
"Even though you've lost your memories, we were once very close friends. Come and chat with me."
The white-haired girl hesitated for a moment, her face expressionless, and said, "According to the prophecy of the Three Goddesses of Fate, I should have been coerced into joining the Church of Death by you. You also brought danger to my little shop."
She had a thorough understanding of the prophecy by the Three Goddesses of Fate, especially the parts concerning herself, and discovered that Ahtal had been toying with her like a pawn.
By no means did it seem like they had a good relationship.
"But that doesn't stop us from getting along well." Xi Mu walked over, sat down on the sofa, and said nonchalantly:
"If you had a soul, perhaps the Time Witch would allow you to retain your future memories."
