Chapter 1220 - 552: Thus, Miss Squirrel’s Life...

Chapter 1220: Chapter 552: Thus, Miss Squirrel’s Life...

"...Uh!"

Its gaze didn’t show any ripple, looking calmly at the awkward reflection in the mirror, it snorted: "Humph, no one can fool me, hoo ow!"

Lukalia had no idea that this seemingly simple, even somewhat naive Demigod possessed an extremely special Talent Ability.

Since its birth, this squirrel had long resided upon the Mist Holy Tree, and that Holy Tree was always singing a melody that regular folk couldn’t hear, yet had an effect similar to the "Truth-telling Skill".

This melody, like background radiation, enveloped the space around the Holy Tree, influencing any creatures that heard it, making their hearts clear, unable to fabricate lies, and even compelled them to speak only their truest thoughts for a while.

As the closest companion to the Holy Tree, Miss Squirrel never "heard" or "felt" this power as clearly as outsiders, yet her soul had long been assimilated with this power after years of influence, inheriting some of its essence.

She has an almost instinctive keen intuition for lies, as natural as breathing.

She can easily discern that tiny discordant "noise" in language, sensing whether the hidden intention behind the words is benevolent or malevolent.

This is why Demigod Squirrel could immediately determine that Lukalia’s words were poor imitations and deliberate provocations, and did not take them seriously.

And her reluctance to immediately punish the disrespectful Mirror Demon was precisely because she sensed that behind those provocative words was not sinister malice, but more like a... playful, intensely curious prank intention.

She proudly flicked her fluffy snow-white tail, snorted: "As for your conditions, they are even more meaningless!"

Demigod Squirrel puffed her furry little chest, her tone becoming particularly serious, even carrying a kind of indisputable solemnity.

"I don’t know how you perceive the relationship between me and Lord Holy Tree, but you clearly have mistaken one thing."

"He was never my mother, nor was he my father."

"Although I wish to know where Lord Holy Tree has gone, it is not to seek shelter, nor is it to implore him not to abandon me."

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with a deeply ingrained pride and dignity.

She naturally and proudly lifted her head, snorted: "Indeed he granted me this power, but I am not a child under his protection!"

"Between me and Lord Holy Tree, I am the true Guardian!"

Boom!

Following Squirrel’s proud declaration, demigod-like pressure surged from her diminutive body.

No world-shattering light and shadow effects, no terrifying scene tearing space apart, yet a vast pressure burst forth from her seemingly small and harmless body!

[Power] Domain!

She appeared to be just a half-human-tall exquisite doll, but the aura that erupted at this moment shocked Lukalia.

"...Gulp."

She instinctively swallowed nonexistent saliva, the reflection in the mirror slightly trembling, revealing her intense inner turmoil.

Miss Mirror Demon realized she made a terribly foolish and arrogant mistake.

She had actually... actually regarded such an existence as a child whose mind had not matured due to losing dependence, someone who could be provoked with words?!

She was wrong, profoundly wrong.

This was the strongest being she had seen in many years, aside from Divine Spirit.

A pure heart does not imply ignorance and frailty.

On the contrary, precisely because of the purity of heart, free from distractions, one can more directly touch the Rules of the world and more firmly execute one’s will.

This innocent heart represents goodness and sincerity, the truth of perception, not foolishness.

The squirrel clearly felt satisfied with Lukalia’s shocked appearance, looking at her eyes with delight, nodding in fulfillment, lifting its head even higher.

"Hoo ow hoo ow!"

She even proudly stomped her tiny paw, trying to appear more formidable and mighty; if not for her large tail providing balance, she might have tipped over.

"Ahem."

After striking a pose for a little while, Miss Squirrel felt it was enough, so she coughed and spoke.

Her tone softened, but still carried the pride of a Guardian.

"I am the Guardian of the Holy Tree. If He needs [protection], I will always protect Him."

"But if He no longer requires my protection, I won’t cling to Him, I just wish to bid a proper farewell."

"Hoo ow!"

She pouted, thought of something unknown, and finally just hummed softly.

Though there wasn’t much sorrow in her heart, there was a sense of reluctance, after all, she had lived on the tree for so many years.

The other party leaving without saying goodbye must have his reasons, but it still made her somewhat unhappy.

However, this minor emotion was soon replaced by a more realistic, pressing dilemma.

Miss Squirrel’s mood still turned a bit low, her tail tip unconsciously coiling and relaxing, revealing some of her inner confusion, murmuring: "However, if I can’t return to the tree, then what should I do next?"

What to do next?

This was a question she had never deeply contemplated.

All these years, "protecting the Holy Tree" was as natural as breathing, embodying the entirety of her existence and essence.