The little girl in red was not someone else but the tool spirit of Persephone’s Folly Bridge, Shelly.

She came out on her own.

Alex looked at her. “What are you sighing for? You’ve ruined such a good atmosphere with that sigh of yours.”

Shelly pointed at Alex’s nose. “How long haven’t you been earning divine power?”

Alex replied, “Hasn't it been increasing all the time? When we were at the forbidden area of the Miller family, you seemed to have absorbed a lot of energy from the coffin’s chai