Otaku Witch-Chapter 1450 - 792: Free Will 2
And she looked at the expression on the female knight lying on the ground, no longer indifferent, but filled with disgust.
"My dear sister, you really are a monster who doesn’t understand people’s hearts. You were just backstabbed by your most trusted sister, so why are you not filled with anger, but with confusion?"
"Moreover, you should have long known about my little actions, right? Even though I’ve been cautious as I pulled together this Thieves’ Guild, I know it’s impossible to hide it all from you, the King."
"So, sister, I want to ask you, why do you indulge me? Why would you come here completely unguarded, knowing full well this is a trap?"
Artie asked this.
But the female knight on the ground remained silent. She looked at Artie, then spoke.
"Artie, a lady should not be so rude. You’re a good child, and should have proper posture."
She had been silent for quite a while, seemingly struggling with whether to correct this, but it seems that ultimately she couldn’t hold back.
Artie: "......."
"Enough! Is now the time to discuss posture? And what ’good child’? That was all an act, this is my true nature. I was born a bad child."
The girl was clearly a bit upset, she stood up angrily, kicked over the chair, then walked to the front of the female knight.
"My sister, what you should be doing now is drawing your sword and cutting me down, making me answer for today’s betrayal, then draw your sword and cut them down, making them answer for the offense against you, and then go back to drag out all those rebellious officials and traitors I gathered and crush them, making them pay for their greed."
"Got it? This is what a normal person should do, right? Instead of like you, something always happens and you’re the first to look for the reason in yourself. Isn’t there a possibility that you’re not wrong, but it’s others who are?"
Artie held the female knight’s face, almost roaring as she spoke.
She had had enough.
This was clearly a moment when her conspiracy as a rebellious official and traitor had succeeded greatly, but the way the main character acted really didn’t make her feel any joy from the success of her conspiracy, only that her success seemed a result of the other party’s deliberate indulgence.
Tsk, the clown is actually herself.
What she wanted was a fair and intense confrontation, not this victory that felt like it was being given as if someone had hacked the game, devoid of challenge.
She was innately rebellious, but this time the rebellion was really boring, right?
But oh well, her sister had been like this for quite some time.
Before the Kingdom was established, her personality was indeed quite desirable; after all, who wouldn’t want someone to selflessly help them out when in trouble, who wouldn’t admire a savior who evenly grants redemption to all?
Only, once the Kingdom was established, crises were eliminated and everyone started living well, such a savior became a bit of an eyesore.
After all, who needs an utterly fair and just king?
A savior may be fair and just, but a king cannot be.
The Kingdom’s issues had grown increasingly severe over these years, but this foolish sister still merely watched that group of rebellious officials and traitors, she seemed naively to think that as long as she’s good to everyone, everyone will become good too.
It’s laughable. If the world were that simple, it would be great.
Artie watched her seemingly silent sister, finally revealing a smile.
Yes, yes, yes, my dear sister, get angry, blacken, give me, such a wicked person, the judgment I deserve, let others know the consequence of offending the king’s majesty.
This is what she longed for in her heart.
The caged bird awaiting the imminent freedom of judgment; only when the bird cage’s owner is truly angry can it truly feel the joy of regaining freedom.
And under her expectant gaze, Emora indeed seemed to be thinking deeply.
However, ultimately the female knight lifted her head, her face genuinely reflecting an expression of "I understand."
"It seems I’m indeed not doing well enough, haven’t given you enough, it’s me who’s not strong enough to provide you with true guardianship."
Emora said this resolutely.
Artie: "...."
Ahh...
The furious and breakdown-filled voice of the girl echoed.
She then picked up a dagger and went for her own neck with a slash.
Tired, bored, no longer wanting to live.
Hmm, you just don’t want to give up on me, right? So is it still not okay if I die?
Isn’t protecting what you want? Heh, look at what you’ve protected, you’ve protected nothing at all.
She thought this.
And indeed her suicide made the female knight, who had never shown much emotional fluctuation, panic for the first time, and she revealed an angry expression for the first time.
Hehe, still, I won.
Artie finally thought happily.
......
In the Spirit World, of course, Dorothy was unaware of everything happening in that distant reality at this moment. The homebody witch was leisurely enjoying her peaceful daily life.
Hmm, these days on Dragon Island were the most leisurely life she’d had recently. Every day, all she had to do was eat, sleep, and fight the Black Dragon, very easygoing.
"This is the peaceful daily life I’ve always wanted."
Dorothy lay again on the silvery-white beach, happily soaking up the sun and sipping fresh coconut juice.
Hmm, ever since she went to Witch Academy, she truly hadn’t been this peaceful for a long time.
But in the Spirit World time didn’t really exist, she didn’t know exactly how long she’d been peaceful, but she looked distantly at the horizon and sighed.
