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 chains. Don’t think that I don't know.”

“It isn’t enough. It’s too little.”

“You’re too greedy.”

“You’re too stingy!” Shelly shouted angrily as she pointed at Alex’s nose.

Alex promised to supply a portion of divine power that he had acquired to Persephone’s Folly Bridge.

Now she seemed to be complaining that it was too little.

The little girl seemingly had some kind of special obsession with divine power.

Alex then asked, “By the way, what do you need so much divine power for? Are you going