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As the first comment zipped across the livestream, it was like a drop of water hitting a scorching hot skillet, and the chat exploded into a frenzy.

“What was that? Is it some new kind of special effect? Bagot, you said there was no script.*

“Script? What script? Who needs a script with effects like that?”

“Holy cow… is this for real? My dear Newton, was I wrong all along?”

“If Newton saw this, he’d be rolling in his grave.”

“Can someone confirm that was Winnie’s voice, right? And that she was the one who threw that charm?.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Winnie? That was an angel.”

“Even if the Almighty himself showed up, that voice would still belong to Winnie.”

“Mom, I’ve seen an angel.”

“Winnie’s got magic powers. I’m not even joking.”

“So, do I have to believe in this mysticism now? I believe, okay, I believe.”

“Holy smokes, I declare that the mystical energies have returned.”

“The mystical energies are back, and I’ve waited for this day for so long.”

“Bagot, are we going to learn how to fly next?”

The chat was scrolling so fast as the audience and the crew tried to recover from the shock. The first officer on the scene went straight to check on Lacy’s mother.

Seeing that she was miraculously unharmed, he was shocked but didn’t forget to call for an ambulance.

Soon after, the viewer’s dad rushed down with Lacy in his arms.

Lacy was visibly shaken, and now his heart condition was acting up.

The crew didn’t waste any time and signaled the audience member with Lacy to get into their van.

They all headed to the nearest hospital with Winnie accompanying them in the vehicle.

On the way, when the cameras weren’t looking, Winnie slipped a thin, almost transparent amulet into Lacy’s shirt. Lacy who was turning blue and struggling to breathe, seemed to find relief almost instantly.

The nearby viewer caught sight of the quick gesture, and though the camera missed it,

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she was sitting right across and had seen Winnie’s stealthy move.

Almost instinctively, she understood that Winnie was saving Lacy.

Her eyes welled up with tears. She had only sent a message to Winnie, hoping against hope, but not only had Winnie seen it, but she had also come herself to help.

And Winnie’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect, and she had saved her aunt’s life and now her cousin’s.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, she silently vowed to be a lifelong fan of Winnie.

Winnie, who had been observing Lacy’s complexion, seemed to feel something and looked up. Had she just felt a surge of belief?

But how could that be?

Before she could contemplate further, the vehicle pulled up to the hospital, and the waiting doctors quickly took the child away.

Soon, Lacy’s mother was also brought in by police after collapsing, and after handing everyone over to the doctors, the officers began making statements about the day’s events. The perpetrator, Amanda, was already in custody at the police station.

Winnie, as an indirect participant, was supposed to give a statement too, but she had already messaged Michel about the “accident,” leaving the official explanations to him.

While the crew and Winnie were busy with the case, the internet was in uproar.

The crew had just arrived at the complex when the cameraman, following Winnie, inadvertently captured the falling figure of the mother but missed the shot of Winnie.

So the viewers couldn’t confirm if the magic that saved the falling mother was Winnie’s doing.

That was until a clip from Mervin’s camera angle surfaced.

Though the video focused on Mervin’s reaction, it also included Winnie, who was seen throwing a charm and murmuring an incantation.

Some viewers even stitched together both angles, making it clear for all that mysticism had been unveiled in broad daylight.

Watching the online madness and the relentless queries about Winnie in the chat, Bagot knew the live interaction couldn’t continue.

“Today’s Ghostly Guidance community call–out has come to an unexpected close due to some extraordinary circumstances. We thank you all for your support and interest in Ghostly Guidance.”

With that, the stream abruptly ended, leaving the audience in disbelief, almost ready to overrun Ghostly Guidance’s Twitter with their comments.

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Bagot had no choice, and without an official statement, they wouldn’t respond either.

Winnie wasn’t surprised by Bagot’s decision and prepared to head back to Emerald Bay. But she was stopped by Mervin.

They stepped aside, and after a long, hard look, Mervin finally asked, “What’s your relation to Master Winner?”

Winnie was taken aback.

Mervin continued, “Your Breeze Charm comes from the lineage of the Whispering Wind Charm, a creation of Master Winner. I’ve heard my mentor mention it once. That charm is unique to Master Winner, and nobody else can produce it. You must know the great master if you carry such a charm, right?”

Mervin was usually poised and serious, so his hopeful gaze was rare. Winnie wasn’t sure how to explain without revealing too much.

It felt like her cover was being blown from all sides.

She had heard similar questions before. She didn’t want to hide her identity, but she also didn’t want any trouble that might come with exposure.

Hobson was a walking invitation for trouble, but Mervin seemed much more reliable.

The thought struck Winnie like a flash of lightning. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dug into her purse and pulled out a tiny square of parchment and a miniature pen filled with crimson ink. Resting the parchment on her palm, she crafted a charm before Mervin’s widened eyes, her hand moving with practiced ease. In mere seconds, a mini Breeze Charm took shape.

Mervin watched, transfixed, as his pupils dilated and then contracted, following each precise stroke of Winnie’s pen. He was utterly spellbound until she finally handed him the completed charm.

“See for yourself,” Winnie said, a playful twinkle in her eye, “I’m what you might call a charm crafter, and yes, I’m the one you’ve been looking for, Master Winner.”

Mervin stood there, dumbfounded.