"Alright~"

Watching the woman with the horse’s head stop pretending and adopt an attitude that kept him at arm’s length, the Donkey-headed Man couldn’t help but sigh with regret, then shrugged and said:

"As you’ve said, I’ve been testing the limits of these Angels, trying to see just how far their ’goodness’ goes, to what extreme circumstances it would take for them to harbor ill thoughts towards me."

Harbor ill thoughts towards the Angels?

The woman with the horse’s head frowned upon hearing this, then responded with a question:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Angels of the Pure White Haven are born from good thoughts, how could you possibly make them harbor ill thoughts?"

"The ’ill thoughts’ I’m referring to aren’t the extreme kinds like wanting to beat, expel, or even kill me, but the tiniest of ill thoughts."

Slightly shaking his head, the Donkey-headed Man explained:

"In my view, if they could muster just a slight notion of ’this person is so annoying,’ ’can someone else deal with it,’ ’I wish it would hurry up and leave,’ or ’should I trouble it a bit,’ that would be enough.

After all, as long as they don’t encounter very extreme cases, Angels, being beings born from good thoughts, wouldn’t do evil, but as beings with normal emotions and thoughts, emotions like ’anger’ and ’disgust’ shouldn’t be absent from them... at least that’s what I thought earlier."

Earlier?

The woman with the horse’s head was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized and said in utter disbelief:

"Are you saying that those Angels are abnormal, that their ill thoughts have been artificially erased?"

"To be more accurate, they don’t even have the capability to generate ill thoughts."

At a leisurely pace, walking along strands of light, the Donkey-headed Man answered unhurriedly:

"In the face of my provocations, they seem angry, but they still meticulously arrange my feed every day, and even when wronged or insulted by me, they cry and feel wronged, but my bedding remains immaculate.

Including that doctor with eyes small as slits who seems on the verge of dying from overwork, even if I ravaged the well-tended garden she cared for, her touch during my examinations is still so gentle, afraid to cause me even the slightest pain... this is really strange!"

In the thoughtful expression of the woman with the horse’s head, the stars in the eyes of the Donkey-headed Man rotated slightly, and he said in disbelief:

"If it were just one or two Angels behaving like this occasionally, it would be normal, because with so many Angels in the Pure White Haven, it’s normal for some to be naturally different, but all the Angels I’ve encountered these days are like this, with no exception.

Their souls and emotions are complete and intact, they seem to have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and can normally express their anger, but only in ’expression’—they wouldn’t harbor any ill thoughts, even if they threatened with words, they’d never follow through, it’s like..."

"Puppets?"

"Much scarier than that."

The Celestial Ruler shook his donkey’s head:

"It’s like someone has deliberately ’produced’ them to be this way for certain purposes, and since their souls and emotions are intact, such deficiencies shouldn’t appear.

Every living soul is a mirror, though individuals have differences, they generally reflect what they receive, but no matter the situation, their souls wouldn’t react to malice, there’s definitely a problem here!"

Souls... mirrors... ill thoughts...

Watching the Celestial Ruler, who no longer wore a flippant tease but a serious expression, the woman with the horse’s head pondered for a moment, then asked with a frown:

"Since you were willing to give up your fun and expose your identity to drag me along, do you think the lack of ill intent among these Angels might be related to that so-called Weaving of Oaths?"

"Pretty much."

The Donkey-headed Man put away his serious expression and returned her a smile, saying:

"Anyway, besides this, I haven’t found any other clues. Since we’ve come across such a suspicious place, why not investigate it?"

"..."

Alright then...

Looking at the flamboyant and seemingly unreliable Donkey-headed Man before her, the woman with the horse’s head couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, temporarily agreeing with his theory.

But casting a glance at the Celestial Ruler’s donkey head, the woman with the horse’s head hesitated slightly, then asked:

"By the way, the Minotaur in the bed next to mine, it was also among those being taken with the ’blue tags,’ do you think it’s normal?"

Minotaur?

The Celestial Ruler was momentarily stunned and then asked in slight surprise:

"The Minotaur that occasionally sneaks looks at your rear? You think it has a problem too?"

"I can’t say for sure..."

Upon hearing the Donkey-headed Man’s question, the woman with the horse’s head subconsciously tightened her strong gluteal muscles and answered uncertainly:

"It seems perfectly normal, basically doing nothing but eating and sleeping every day, nothing strange about it, but I always felt it’s... kind of familiar?"

"What kind of familiarity?"

The Celestial Ruler asked with a frown:

"Familial familiarity? Friendly familiarity? Or... the kind of familiarity that attracts you?"

"None of those."

The woman with the horse’s head shook her head and said:

"It’s the kind of trustworthy familiarity, like... a long-familiar neighbor? Or a family member close to you? You don’t get that feeling?"

"Not at all."

The Celestial Ruler’s donkey head shook vigorously.

"I don’t know about your situation, but in my eyes, it’s nothing out of the ordinary, if it hadn’t been sneaking peeks at you, I wouldn’t even notice it."

Is that so...

Seeing the more perceptive Celestial Ruler render a ’commonplace’ judgment, the woman with the horse’s head could only nod, temporarily dispelling the doubts in her mind.

It seems she might have overthought it, after all, it would be impossible to hide from both herself and No. 2’s observation at such close quarters, something even the four-pillar deities under No. 1 couldn’t achieve, it would have to be a master of the root cause at least.

And the odds of three root-cause remnant beings sneaking into the Pure White Haven and coincidentally being arranged in the same ward are beyond small, it’s something that shouldn’t happen at all... Yet why does it still feel off?

"We’re here."

Just as the woman with the horse’s head was pondering deeply, wondering why she regarded that colored bull so differently, the footsteps of the Donkey-headed Man beside her suddenly came to a stop.

"Below here should be the Weaving of Oaths."

Standing at the end of the thick strand of light, overlooking the grid-like architectural complex deeply embedded into the ground below, and the cocoon-like buildings dangling at the end of the "web," emitting a bright white glow, the Donkey-headed Man couldn’t help but frown.

"The directive Mia received seems to be some sort of credential for activating the strands of light, the path they took is much faster than ours and connects directly to the target location, can you locate them?"

"Not hard."

After casting a glance at the Celestial Ruler, the woman with the horse’s head replied:

"I’ve already memorized their Spirit wave, but after all, this place is the Pure White Haven, causing too much commotion would easily alert the Pure White Holy Mother, we’d better go down slowly..."

"Moo!!!"

A low cow’s call rang from below, interrupting the woman with the horse’s head’s proposal.

Under the surprised gazes of the donkey-horse duo, one of the light cocoons at the deepest part of the Weaving of Oaths swayed slightly, then quickly dimmed, as a shade darker than the deepest ink spread rapidly across the pristine surface of the cocoon in an unstoppable manner.