But Ainsley called them as if they're kids. However, could they protest? No. What Ainsley did just further strengthened their impression of the Godfather spirit.
The only one who could reverse the situation if she woke up and proved to the others that she already bonded with the sacred guardian, even taming him.
"Mm. Beast...market...auction." Elliana gave a short reply. She didn't say which market and which auction she attended, but obviously, it should be the best in the whole capital.
Her surroundings were pitch black with no lights at all, except from the memory stream lining up on her left, right, above and below her body, looking like star systems in the universe.
His uncle, however, had struggled twice before him. The first time when he tried to complete the painting of a spear and failed, and the second time was when he revealed to Leonel that beneath his golden armor, he was entirely drenched in sweat.
With such a thought, Finley was determined to see whether Ainsley was a regressor or not. Sadly, the girl didn't seem to know about the future, which means she wasn't a regressor.
Ainsley felt that she didn't deserve to be a protagonist. Even if this new world wasn't a novel world and didn't need a protagonist, she still felt unworthy to call herself the future protagonist of this world.
"But, Mr Roger, the air force is still needed…" Alex, the eagle-like young man, slowly sat down and lowered his head. His voice became quieter as he spoke.
What if the other higher-ups blamed them if anything happened to the young miss? Even if she's a puppet, she's still a valuable trophy. For the baby to suddenly sleep so mindlessly that she looked like in a deep coma…