Anyway, it wasn't a big deal—as long as it didn't interfere with the inheritance, Ricky could accept her request under one condition.
"Would it affect the Inheritance space?"
That was his only concern. If her absence weakened the place or risked collapsing the legacy of Saint Selene, then she might as well forget about leaving—forever.
The Guardian Spirit blinked, caught slightly off guard. She hadn't expected such a pragmatic question from him. A moment passed in silence before she responded, her voice calm, yet tinged with faint anticipation.
"No… as the spirit of this place, I can't truly leave."
She gently shook her head, her silvery hair swaying like moonlight on rippling water.
Ricky frowned. If she couldn't leave, then what was the point of asking?
But as if reading his thoughts—as she often did—she elaborated before he could question her further.
