Within the Magic Black Forest, there shouldn't be many with ulterior motives.
Ivita said to Teresa, "The one who borrowed the World Tree from you, did they have long horns on their head?"
Teresa shook her head. "No. The Prophet God gave the token to his messenger, and his messenger found me and borrowed the World Tree from me."
"His messenger is a puppet."
Ivita's pupils suddenly constricted. "Is that puppet by chance called Pinocchio, who habitually holds a small drum, a drum more powerful than a demon's Twisted Magic, possessing the power to twist everything?"
Teresa nodded. "Yes."
"So, you know him. That Prophet God, has he ever been in contact with His Majesty? A being as noble as him always seems to enjoy warning everyone before danger approaches."
Ivita snorted coldly. "He certainly did come in contact, but not to warn me. Instead, he came to wreak havoc. From what I've seen with my own eyes, that puppet called Pinocchio caused mayhem in at least three countries."