"You are not her." Unexpectedly, the elf denied her.
"Yes, I am not, but I am also your child, mother." The pure white witch said with a smile.
"Where is she?" Horno's attitude did not give in at all. Her firm belief affected everyone around her. Except for Henry and Erica, the remaining people were more or less affected by this very shocking scene. Infected, I almost forgot the purpose of coming here.
Adolphus was the one who was most seriously affected. The reason why his heart was greatly shocked was that Henry naturally knew that others could guess a thing or two - they tightened their formation.
Although everything was very peaceful, everyone held their weapons tightly and looked serious.
"You're here to destroy her, right?" The white witch's voice was still gentle. She was mature and generous, and she didn't feel like she was in a completely lifeless wilderness except this area.
This is more like a conversation that should take place on a quiet afternoon in the garden of a certain mountain manor.
Rather than the expected scene of a group of heavily armed and murderous people.
Even this object is not the abominable and black incarnation they imagined - the place in the courtyard looks like the legendary saint and angel. She is so pure, as if she is condensed from all the goodness and beauty in the world. Taken into human form.
"I'm here to end all this." Horno did not answer directly, but this answer was enough.
The white witch was still smiling, but she gradually lowered her head.
"At the beginning of the birth of the world, she did not understand what it should look like." "——!" Adolphus raised his head and stared closely at the white witch through the helmet who spoke slowly.
"She's a beginner baby, acting on instinct."
"And the most primitive biological instinct is."
"Eat." The white witch said this. Horno trembled because of this keyword. She obviously thought of what happened to her mother and her tribe.
"Everything is new to her, she has a whole world to learn, a whole new world to explore."
"It's better to kill!" The gruff Stephen interrupted the white witch's words, but he was immediately speechless by the other party's indifferent look.
"When life is attacked, it will instinctively defend itself. All the actions of a child are imitated by adults. She has no distinction between good and evil, and does not understand the moral norms or anything else in the human world."
"..."
"After you -" the white witch looked at Horno: "After you abandoned her, mother, she can only learn from other creatures around her."
"Yes." She said with a sense of being above this, like a spectator in the world.
"From humans."
"Paper is originally pure white, so it can be dyed in any color. Human beings, violent, chaotic, greedy creatures who always simply succumb to their own desires, taught her this."
"It's violence and killing."
"Absurd! According to this, she is a good person!" Filippo shouted loudly, and Mira glanced at him. If she remembered correctly, this was the first time for a young man to speak in front of a beautiful woman. Stuttering, it seems that this matter is more important to him than his shyness.
"You look very angry." However, Filippo's easy maturity was effectively resolved with a smile from the other party.
"So young gentleman, what is the definition of a good person?" The white witch said: "You humans divide everything into good and bad, and you have to apply it with your own moral values and your own concepts of good and evil. Go up."
"Because the crow feeds back nourishment in line with human filial piety, it has become a deeply believed fable, and no one has ever doubted its authenticity."
"Even insects have to be classified into beneficial insects and pests based on whether they meet their own needs."
"There was a war between two countries due to a feud. A general who massacred thousands of people was a great benefactor and a great hero in his own country. But is this the same in the eyes of the enemy?"
"Good and evil." She lowered her head: "This is a very personal, selfish and one-sided view."
"Ultimately it's just rhetoric used to justify taking another person's life."
"As long as it is for the country and God, then all crimes are justice. His hands are obviously stained with blood, but he can still receive the medal and be praised as a hero. He is an unparalleled good man."
"But that's not the case with her."
"We will not use this rhetoric to justify ourselves."
"We just wanted to."
She raised her face and said word by word: "I just want to survive."
"Treat her as a pure evil existence, evil from birth. If you deal with it this way, everything becomes simpler, isn't it? Mother." The white witch refuted Filippo at first, but at the end of her words But he looked at Horno.
"..." The elf lowered his head, but Henry, who looked back at her, said nothing. Mira's eyes widened: "Orno, you..."
"So I said, don't have sympathy for me." The elf smiled bitterly. At this point, she didn't need to explain any more.
"She is an existence that goes against common sense, because she possesses power beyond the comprehension of anyone living in this world."
"Because this power is difficult to control and cannot be controlled by anyone, so from the perspective of humans and even elves, she should be eliminated."
"No one has been able to control this power in the past, and no one will be able to control it in the future."
"You didn't even try." The white witch said, and Horno's body trembled again.
"You expect your daughter to come back from the dead, but you get something more than that."
"What she has is the prototype of the world."
"It's unparalleled creativity."
"Shut up damn!!" Adolphus, who had endured so far, raised his spear and threw it towards the white witch in anger. However, the spear that flew towards her at such a rapid speed was gently touched by her raised hand. Lifting it is like putting an egg on a stone and smashing it to pieces.
"...What the hell." Stephen shuddered again, and everyone else also looked solemn.
"Don't you understand? A self-proclaimed holy knight?" She looked at Adolphus coldly: "I said, what she has is the prototype of a world, created based on your world, her world ."
"Uh-" Mira and Filippo lowered their heads, looking at the small area that was like a warm spring, and then looked back at the deep and cold forest of death outside.
"Yes, you are in her world."
"In this, everything is her will, and nothing can go against her will."
"Nonsense, you seem to be saying that this blasphemous witch is-" Adolphus was furious.
"God?" The white witch smiled slightly.
"Uh-" The Paladin felt like he was stuck in his throat. He racked his brains, but he couldn't think of any words to refute the other party.
"By human definition, there's really nothing wrong with that."
"She felt lonely, so she created friends to keep her company."
"Because she has suffered threats from the outside world, human malice, and hostility, these 'friends' of hers naturally need to be strong enough."
"Like her loyal dog, expanding and defending the world."
"Her territory."
"It was an extension of her consciousness. Everywhere they went was as if she had been there personally. Everything they saw, heard, and felt was fed back to her without exception."
"This knowledge is profound."
"I know almost everything."
"...Unbelievable, unbelievable." Camilo, who had been silent, lowered his head. Although he was chanting these words, other lights were shining in his eyes.
Magicians are seekers, and they have an instinctive enthusiasm and pursuit of knowledge and unknown things.
"How is this achieved? It's like creating something out of thin air. With its own consciousness, what is this black magic -" "Mr. Camilo, please control yourself." Horno reminded, the elf finally calmed down, she He raised his face and looked directly at this beautiful white woman whose appearance was somewhat similar to hers.
"So, are you also her creation?"
She asked, the white witch still smiled, but this smile suddenly no longer felt gentle to Mira.
".......Yes."
"Because even after there are animals, fish and birds in the world, she still feels lonely -" "That's the end of quoting the words of the holy scriptures. Your method of disturbing people's hearts will only work for him." Horno said. Cut her off.
"..." The white witch lowered her head, and after a while, she sighed softly.
"Have you ever thought about it like this?"
"If she wasn't like this, if she wasn't such a cruel and cold-blooded existence. If she was as brilliant and beautiful as you, like pure white, the embodiment of purity, like the love you deserve The same crystal." She said: "How good would that be?"
"You drove her away."
"Because she is not beautiful enough, because she is an evil witch."
"So, if I wasn't like this, would my mother accept me?"
"I am the one born from this idea." The white witch said: "Possibility."
She reached out and gently touched the head of the deer next to her. The deer closed his eyes obediently.
Birds chirping, flowers fragrant, small streams flowing, and warm sunlight shining on the ground. Everything is so harmonious, just like the elf village where Horno once lived.
"..." No one spoke anymore, everyone was just silent.
"Will it? If she is not evil, if she does not kill her grandmother, her people, and she does not commit so many mistakes."
"If she."
"like me."
"Will you accept her?" the white witch said in a gentle tone, looking at Horno quietly with her purple eyes.
"..." The elf was silent and did not answer, but this was enough.
"...Really, you regard us as a mistake." She lowered her dazzling eyes: "A mistake that must be erased."
"This is a sin that I must bear after all. There are no what-ifs in the world." Horno said: "What happened in the past has become an established fact. This is not a question of whether I accept it or not, or whether I can accept it."
"You are making excuses, mother." The white witch closed her eyes.
"Yes." Horno also closed his eyes.
"I was making excuses."
The stream suddenly stopped.
The splashing water stayed in mid-air, the deer raised its head, and its long flapping ears stopped in a strange position; the leaves stopped swinging, the wind stopped, and the sweet and sweet bird songs before no longer existed.
everything.
All was still.
"Hiss—" Erica took a deep breath: "The fragrance of the flowers is gone."
"Rush--" The little unicorn approached Mira. It showed quite uneasy emotions, but the Luoan girl herself was also the same: "What on earth is going on?" She looked around, looking around. After staring at Horno for a long time, he finally landed on his teacher.
"That was her last hope."
"The reason why she has always let us go so far." The sage said in a calm tone.
"Now."
"Her dream."
"Broken."
"Bang——" Like a sudden cramping pain during heartbeat, a huge shock wave came out from the whole white and beautiful scene.
"Hoo-" "Neigh--" The horses neighed and tried to escape, and people's hair and cloaks were blown everywhere.
"Get off the horse! This beast won't obey you!" Stephen shouted loudly. The frightened horse neighed and tried to turn around. If he didn't get off, he would be seriously injured.
"Hissing -" The eight people got down decisively, and nine horses, including a group of pack horses, immediately fled back uncontrollably. They only had time to take off their weapons and equipment. The only one who did not escape was the little boy. The unicorn snuggled next to Mira, fearful of this originally reassuring scene.
"...What a pity." The white witch suddenly spoke again after being silent for a long time.
"Survival is a biological instinct."
"You deny our existence."
"Then I have no other option -"
"Everyone, prepare to fight!" Henry raised his sword and roared, and a spear with dazzling light suddenly appeared in the hand of the white witch who reopened her eyes.
