After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 522 - 205: Why the Story Spread_2

Sleipnir instinctively added, "He was a companion in the past, but now the King of Ash can no longer have a companion."

"Why?" the Monster Witch asked, only to see Sleipnir reveal a complex expression, holding a cup with both hands in front of him.

"Apart from the King of Ash, all beings will be turned to ash, even companions are no exception."

"Then the plan to smuggle into the new world by becoming a companion has to be abandoned," the Monster Witch nodded lightly and then met Sleipnir’s puzzled gaze, "Assuming that being a companion of the King of Ash renders one unaffected by the Ash Fire, then you, Sleipnir, just need to become the Monster Lord Tifeng, and you can distort all beings into monsters, unifying all life, and smuggling everyone into a brand new world."

"It does sound like a decent idea," the Pestilence Witch mused, "Could we create a being that is not affected by Ash Fire, yet can unify the life of the world?"

She explained it this way.

"As long as such a being can be created, and also become the companion of the King of Ash, then there’s no doubt that all life can be smuggled into a brand new world."

Sleipnir pursed his lips, as if suppressing some emotion, and said, "The conditions to become a companion are very harsh; I had to grow up with Ahtal to be able to meet the companion’s requirements. It’s not something that can be achieved at will."

Why did the discussion veer toward companions? It wasn’t blatantly about stealing away his status as the King of Ash’s companion, even though it was known to be for the purpose of smuggling into a brand new world.

But inwardly, it still felt very uncomfortable.

This feeling was like someone saying, for the sake of saving the world, offer your wife to another man to marry.

No matter how one thought about it, it was difficult to accept.

Even though a companion does not mean spouse, but rather implies people walking the same path, becoming a companion often means an extremely close relationship.

"This is just an idea," the Monster Witch said as she looked at Sleipnir, who was beginning to get a little emotional, and couldn’t help but gently shake her head to comfort him, "If there’s a better way, then naturally there’s no need to find someone to be the King of Ash’s companion."

"Since we can all casually come up with this idea," the Pestilence Witch said with her eyelids lowered, "doesn’t that mean someone may have already had the same idea?"

She glanced at two noble girls sitting at the next table.

"The deeds of Ahtal have spread quickly, and many people have begun to get a preliminary understanding of Ahtal’s story. If someone continues to spread the tale of Ahtal,"

the Monster Witch asserted, "that would mean there are those who wish to select individuals who can follow Ahtal’s footsteps."

"With the ability to resist the Ash Fire and capable of catching up with Ahtal’s trail," analyzed the Pestilence Witch, "it means that someone is selecting through the entire world, hoping to find a suitable person to become the King of Ash’s companion."

Her gaze fell on Sleipnir, who was biting his lower lip.

"If such a being is found, that person would be the world’s... Savior, capable of leading everyone to a brand new world."

The Monster Witch shook her head gently, raised her hand, and rubbed Sleipnir’s head, "The conditions are too harsh; this might just be a contingency plan."

"I want to take a walk," said Sleipnir, supporting himself on the table and looking apologetically at the Monster Witch, "Monster Witch, let’s talk about the King of Ash this evening."

As he spoke, he vanished from the cafe like a gust of wind.

She hadn’t thought deeply about it before, but now realizing that someone was scheming behind the scenes, intending to select from the whole world to compete for her companion’s position,

felt far too... outrageous.

Even though she was very clear in her heart that the plan was unlikely to succeed, and fully aware it was for the sake of saving the world,

what if someone truly capable of resisting the Ash Fire and catching up with Ahtal’s footsteps were found? Would she really have to watch helplessly as Ahtal became companions with someone else?

The mere possibility made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to discuss this in front of Sleipnir?" Xi Mu rubbed his forehead and asked the two witches, "You still need Sleipnir to learn about Ahtal, right?"

"If it’s not said now, she’ll find out eventually," the Monster Witch said softly, her gaze overly calm, "Better she be prepared earlier."

Xi Mu turned his head to look out the window: "You’re Sleipnir’s creator and mother; I won’t argue with your educational philosophy."

"And who might you be?" asked the Monster Witch, suddenly sharp, as her presence filled the cafe with danger.

"Clatter." The sound of a coffee cup falling to the floor echoed; nearby, a noble girl huddled, realizing her body was shaking uncontrollably, not even having the strength to stand up.

The same was true for her friend sitting opposite.

No... to put it more precisely, everyone in the cafe was trembling, as if facing some apex predator,

shaking and fearing without knowing why.

"Making the Pestilence Witch fearful, yet closely related to Sleipnir," the Monster Witch interrogated coldly, "Who are you?"

She had been guessing whether Xi Mu was an incarnation of the King of Ash, but then she remembered the rule that the King of Ash cannot descend into the past lest the world be burned to ash.

This made her start considering other possibilities.

"You... Are you afraid of me?" Xi Mu looked at the Pestilence Witch in confusion, and upon seeing her shaking her head vigorously,