People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 125

I deliberately acted cheerful and excited, vigorously shaking the Messenger of God tightly clutched in my hand, swaying it up, down, left, and right, displaying the same skill I once used to rattle a baby’s toy.

If sharp-eyed people like Sasha, Freyrie, or Lilith were here, they’d mock me, calling it awkward acting and wondering how anyone could be fooled by such poor pretense—but since my audience was Carlisle, I brazenly claimed with full confidence that the Messenger of God was merely a “guardian doll” Jeff had bought me. He’d sense something slightly off but still accept my explanation without question if I pushed hard enough.

Carlisle was gentle, kind-hearted, and naive; even if he felt suspicious, he’d hide it, smile politely, and nod in agreement, reasoning that the Crown Princess must have had her reasons for behaving this way.

If Ronowe and Beris had been present and the Messenger of God had come into view of those twins, something truly horrifying—something unimaginably, dreadfully troublesome—would have unfolded.

They’d have pounced on it, exclaiming how adorable it was, and if the Messenger of God so much as spoke… it’d be a nightmare.

Thus, it was sheer luck that Carlisle was the one who witnessed my encounter with the Messenger of God.

After all, the Messenger of God only appears briefly when it truly has something to say, and then vanishes for years or even centuries—so if I could somehow muddle through this moment, only Carlisle would remain in the dark, none the wiser.

Still, the whole situation left a bitter taste in my mouth.

The mere fact that the Messenger of God had already spoken with Carlisle made me feel as if something I desperately wanted buried had been forcibly dug up. That alone was unsettling enough. Who knew how much that foolish creature had spilled to Carlisle, mistakenly thinking they were on my side simply because Carlisle could see them?

Moreover, I couldn’t help but worry: what if, in a misguided attempt to appear dignified and issue a warning, it had blabbed about the plan I’d been secretly executing together with Freyrie and Sasha? Though I didn’t know how much had already slipped out, I certainly couldn’t confess everything here and now, hang my head in despair, and reveal my true identity just because I’d met the Messenger of God.

No matter how much the World Tree claimed to have restored my “conscience,” I wasn’t foolish enough to let my situation become unbearably awkward.

Anyway, as I continued making a fuss, shaking the Messenger of God and frantically inventing excuses nonstop, I heard it cry out, begging me to stop spinning it around because the astral projection was making it dizzy—but I ignored it.

[No.]

Moreover, when I kept insisting it was just a doll Jeff had given me, rambling on about when I’d brought it in and how its existence was somewhat secret, and how Poppy would be the one publicly shown instead, the Messenger of God finally snapped. Abandoning astral projection, it raised its voice loud enough for Carlisle to hear and firmly denied my claims.

Whatever message God had entrusted it with—whether to deliver words, observe something, or verify a matter—it had come on a mission, yet I’d completely dismissed its purpose, reducing it to a mere “guardian doll.” No wonder it felt wronged.

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