Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters. Wyatt's silence stretched, his mind clearly working through the last few sentences she spoke. His eyes darkened as realization dawned on him. The Emissary of Light had bigger plans—much bigger. And the Second Demon Invasion happened to be the foundation for his big plans. This cleared his suspicion that Gideon Grim didn't escape. The Emissary of Light let him escape.
Wyatt knew this for a fact because, as a Demon Merchant, he had first-hand experience with the Devil Merchant Code—its rules, its loopholes, and its limits. And one thing he knew for sure?
No one could use the Devil Merchant Code's inter-realm transfer function while engaged in combat or when the surrounding space was being isolated or very turbulent. It was an ironclad restriction.
That was why, when the Devil Merchant Code granted him a privilege, he made damn sure to customize it to his advantage—he demanded that his soul be allowed to use inter-realm transfer when caught in such inconvenient situations. Luckily for him, the Devil Marchant Code was capable enough to grant that privilege to him. Allowing him to transfer his soul in his pseudo-primordial calamity gems across realms and dimensions.
But Gideon Grim who just became a Devil Merchant could not have such Privileges. Sure he helped the Belphegor's dark faction buy the rights to the Card World from the Devil Merchant Code but he himself did not buy it. So, he wasn't granted any privilege for such a huge transaction. Instead of killing him… the Emissary of Light let him live because he wanted him to return with the Second Demon Invasion. To kickstart his diabolical plan—he wasn't just aiming to take over five regions. No, he wanted to become the true son of the Card World i.e. become a fucking Celestial. Not just anyone could do that but with his origin card anything was possible. He didn't have any privilege. This meant there was no way in hell he escaped the Emissary of Light by using the Devil Merchant Code's inter-realm transfer function unless the Emissary of Light let him do so.
Wyatt's fists clenched at his sides having deduced that the Emissary of Light deliberately let Gideon Grim go. And why? Because thanks to the Southern Princess, everyone in the Card World knew Gideon Grim was the Harbinger of the Second Demon Invasion making the number one on the list of most wanted in the Card World.
Instead of killing him… the Emissary of Light let him live because he wanted him to return with the Second Demon Invasion. To kickstart his diabolical plan—he wasn't just aiming to take over five regions. No, he wanted to become the true son of the Card World i.e. become a fucking Celestial. Not just anyone could do that but with his origin card anything was possible. Wyatt let out a slow exhale, shaking his head. The Emissary of Light turned out to be far more ambitious than anyone had given him credit for—even Wyatt, who had witnessed his rise and fall in Clown Mask's future vision ended up underestimating his ambitions.
After a brief pause, Wyatt suddenly reached out and patted Sansa's head murmuring, "Good girl." Sansa stiffened. Her cheeks flushed crimson at the unexpected gesture. But more than that—she was confused. What the hell did she say to make him this satisfied with her? Still, she wasn't about to question it.
Instead, she made a mental note to have her Paw Clan investigate the rumors she had mentioned earlier. If Wyatt thought they were important enough to warrant his attention, she needed to understand why.
But she wouldn't ask him directly. A tool didn't pry into its master's business.
Wyatt suddenly smirked bringing up her honeymoon, "You know what? About your honeymoon—don't limit yourself to venues within the Card World. If there's a dungeon you like, I'll have Henricks chauffeur you guys to that realm."
Sansa's eyes widened in shock. "Really?" she asked, unable to believe her ears. Content orıginally comes from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
Wyatt nodded informing, "Yes. The information you just gave me was worth it. So when the time comes, don't hesitate to ask—I'll lend Henricks to you."
Sansa blinked, struggling to process his words with a mixture of shock, Joy, and Suspicion. She couldn't tell if this was genuine generosity or just another one of Wyatt's mind games. Still, she didn't reject the offer.
Instead, she tilted her head slightly and studied him before casually throwing out, "And what about Ned? Should I kill him for you?"
It was a test. Wyatt was full of surprises and too many things about him felt too good to be true. She wanted to see how he'd respond.
"No, don't get your hands dirty over something that'll just end up costing you your beloved's love," Wyatt waved off the idea like it was common sense. "Just drop him off in the busiest streets of any one of the region's capital cities. Let them handle the rest," He shook his head, exhaling in mock disappointment. "Honestly, I'm surprised I even have to teach you this stuff," He spoke so casually—like they were old colleagues like they weren't mortal enemies. For a second, even Sansa almost forgot that they were. She blinked, snapping out of it before the illusion sank in too deep.
"I'm sorry. I'll handle it properly," she said, giving a slight bow. Wyatt dismissed it with a flick of his fingers, already moving on, "Do you need a lift home or just to the Card World?"
"Huh?" Sansa's brows furrowed in confusion. She instinctively reached out with her intent sense—only to find that all the reverse gates were closed. She did not notice it before over the shock of Freedom Fighter's mass migration only now did she notice that she was cut off from the Card World and trapped here in the Yellow Plains.
With this realization, a chill ran down Sansa's spine. She had no idea what had happened outside while Wyatt had trapped her in his Celestial Rule Domain. The realization made her heart hammer violently against her ribs. Her fear of Wyatt grew another mile.
She hurriedly nodded, swallowing her pride as she desperately answered, "Yes. Please." Fearing if she answered even a second later he might change his mind. Wyatt smirked sensing her fear. "Don't be scared," he said, his voice smooth—too smooth. "As long as you stay useful to me, you'll live a full life." He blatantly lied. After all, a butcher doesn't warn the pig about what's coming before slaughtering it. That would spoil the meat.
Wyatt didn't even blink as he said it. Because in his mind, Sansa was nothing more than a tool—one that would serve its purpose in helping him kill the Emissary of Light. And the moment she did? She was as good as dead.