Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2413  Sansaʼs Revelation

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighterʼs headquarters. ”Wyatt, I didnʼt take you for someone so closed-minded—especially not as severe as these old-school folks,” Sansa said suddenly, shaking her head in mock pity listening to him dismiss her outright even before she could put forward her proposal, making it clear that no matter what she proposed or offered, he wouldnʼt even consider it.

Wyatt turned to Luna, arching a brow. ”She seems to be your kind. Any idea what sheʼs getting at?” He paused briefly, then added, ”No offense.”

Hearing Wyatt lump her in with Sansa, Lunaʼs expression twisted in irritation, but deep down, she was thrilled. He was finally acknowledging her. She was beginning to realize that indifference hurt far more than hatred. So she could not help but be overjoyed even though Wyatt was mocking her and seemed to hold a lot of grudge for her actions. With a sigh, she crossed her arms and said, ”Since she canʼt kill you, Iʼm guessing she wants you to join her. That way, you wonʼt go after her for having a hand in your parentsʼ deaths.”

Her words made sense to every demigod in the room. They all understood one thing—Wyattʼs potential was undeniable. If he survived long enough to reach his peak, the likes of Matron and the Founders would no longer sit at the top of the food chain. They would fall—and they knew it.

More than that, they recognized something else. With Wyatt on their side, the value of the Freedom Fighters had skyrocketed. Matron and the Southern Princess wanted them more than ever now. For a moment, they couldnʼt help but feel a sense of redemption—even if it wasnʼt truly because of them. Overnight, they had gone from a secret organization that kept the Central Government on its toes to the most hated group in the Card World and were forced into hiding. And now? Now, they were wanted again. It was almost… invigorating.

This time, though, people didnʼt see them as disposable pawns—they saw them as potential assets. Sure, it was degrading to have their worth reduced to mere numbers, but after being overlooked for so long, even that felt like recognition. To think, one wrong decision had reduced them to this state. But at least now, under new leadership that was already delivering results, they had a shot at redemption.

Sansa smirked as she turned to Luna, catching the annoyance on her face after Wyatt lumped them together. ”Southern Royal Familyʼs pug, huh? You guys are real lucky he was born in your region instead of the Central Region,” she mused, crossing her arms. ”Otherwise, I had big plans for your territory once I became a demigod.” Subtly implying that if not for her forcing Ellen and her husband to seek asylum in the Southern region, Wyatt would have been born in the central region and the Southern Region would not have been able to experience the sudden attention and growth it was experiencing right now. Also, she wasnʼt bluffing about her nefarious plans to take over the Southern Region. As seen in Clown Maskʼs future vision, Sansa had been setting her sights on both the Northern and Southern Regions for a long while now. She had been preparing for it by planting sleeper spies in both the royal families to get them to fight each other leaving them vulnerable to her. But she and her paw clan came into light because of Baylorʼs hand in stealing the Silver milk powder. But Luna wasnʼt wrong about her intentions, either. Sansa had never truly feared Wyatt—she knew the full extent of her Origin Card and had always felt confident she could handle anyone or at least manage to survive to get revenge another day. But after experiencing his Celestial Blood Rule Domain firsthand, she was beginning to reevaluate that belief. For the first time, she saw him as a genuine threat.

And the worst part?

She wasnʼt allowed to kill him or even be the reason for his death. It was like asking a lion to fight a tiger—without its claws and fangs.

”Thatʼs not going to happen.” Wyatt shook his head, his expression unreadable, though inwardly, he sneered at Sansaʼs audacity—did she really think she could buy him?

His voice was cold as he continued, ”Thereʼs nothing you can do or say that would make me even consider forgiving you—let alone joining you or working for you.”

With Matron physically present in the Yellow Plains, Wyatt had no choice but to entertain her. Now that she was here, she could fully unleash her Origin Cardʼs Haunting Memories effect, making it possible for her to assassinate anyone—everyone—within the realm.

That was why evacuating the Freedom Fighters had to happen fast and without her noticing. If she caught on, she could take them all hostage, using her ability to weaponize their memories of her against them. The demigods might be able to survive, but the rest—especially the families and children—stood no chance. That left Wyatt with one option: tolerate Matron till Henricks was done evacuating all the members of the Freedom Fighters. The demigods had to be here to maintain appearance and give Matron a false sense of security that they werenʼt up anything behind her back. Yes, he had Sansa trapped within his celestial blood rule domain, effectively rendering her powerless. But the real problem was Haunting Memories wasnʼt her Origin Cardʼs only ability. During her Demigod Realm baptism, her origin card had also gained a terrifying effect, a form of immortality—Memory Womb.

Memory Womb allowed Sansa to revive herself using someoneʼs memory of her as a womb to be reborn at her peak. As long as one person remembered her, she could live—but at the cost of that personʼs life. They would literally die while their memories of her give birth to her.

And yet, despite how broken her ability was, Clown Maskʼs future vision had revealed that Sansa wasnʼt even the trickiest of the three Mischiefs Aba Windsor had defeated. That title went to the Emissary of Light.

Now, he was practically omnipotent in the Card World. That was why Wyatt had gone so far as to negotiate with Sansa—to learn whether the Emissary of Light had become a demigod by joining forces with Gideon Grim.

Wyatt doubted it. If Gideon Grim was as intelligent as he gave him credit for, he wouldnʼt approach the Emissary of Light knowing he would be too hard to control with his abilities and army of fanatics. Then again, desperate times had a way of making even the smartest people do incredibly stupid things. And Wyatt couldnʼt afford to take chances.

”What if I were to say Iʼll join the Freedom Fighters?” Sansa said suddenly, her voice cutting through the tension in the room. ”Not only will you gain me, but my Paw Clans as well.”

Silence fell. Every person in the room stared at her, stunned.

Seeing that she had their attention, Sansa leaned in slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. ”Of course, I have conditions. I expect to be given the rank of captain, and my Paw Clans will function as a separate department. Donʼt worry—Iʼm more than willing to share my forces and funds with the Freedom Fighters. After all, I know this will make Baylor happy.”

Her tone was calm, but she made sure Wyatt and the other captains understood there was no trickery in her words. This wasnʼt a scheme—at least, not in the way they might assume.

With her grand ambitions of taking over the Southern Region, the Northern Region, and eventually the entire world shattered—thanks to her identity being exposed far too soon by her own husband—Sansa found herself aimless. And she had decided that wasnʼt necessarily a bad thing.

For now, she would focus on her marriage.

She believed that if she and Baylor were fighting for the same cause, it would be easier to mend the fractures between them. And since she knew Wyattʼs presence made it impossible for her to take control of the Freedom Fighters, she chose the next best thing—joining them.

This way, she could keep her husband happy.

And more importantly, she could keep a very close eye on Wyatt—the only person who truly felt like a real threat.

Then there was Gideon Grim—a wild card with resources and means beyond her knowledge. But since the enemy of her enemy could be an ally, she could even see herself forming an uneasy truce with Wyatt… all because of him.

Luna let out a sharp laugh, arms crossed. ”So let me get this straight—you expect us to believe that youʼve completely given up on world domination… because you suddenly want to work on your marriage with Baylor?” Her voice dripped with mockery. She knew exactly what Matron was capable of, and trusting her was out of the question.

”Hell no!” Blair snapped, her voice cutting through the room. She whirled on Wyatt, eyes blazing. ”Leader, Iʼm sorry for speaking out of turn, but no matter what you decide—there is no way in hell I will ever consider her my comrade.”