Rosvisser had never expected that Xiaoxue would have such a background.

She lowered her gaze, looking at her palm, feeling the pulse of the magic circuits beneath her skin, and said softly,

“I thought Fate Silver Thread was already incredibly powerful… the limit that Xiaoxue and I could reach. But… this hidden power hasn’t even been fully developed yet?”

As the ultimate creation of time and order, it was only natural that it far surpassed Rosvisser’s current understanding.

Her reaction was completely reasonable.

And just as she was lost in thought, considering how to further develop Xiaoxue’s abilities, a voice suddenly leaned close to her ear, covering its mouth as it whispered:

“Wife, although Fate Silver Thread does have that conceptual ‘guaranteed kill once released’ property... I still have to remind you that such an overpowered move has, to this day, a total kill count of—zero! Oof—my lungs!”