Otaku Witch-Chapter 1823 - 942: Choosing Sides (2)
Capítulo 1823: Chapter 942: Choosing Sides (2)
If she believed in destiny, she wouldn’t have joined the rebellion against the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families as a Reformer back then. The subsequent downfall of the Thirteen Clans proved that no sovereignty is eternal, and no one can remain noble just because they were born so.
She really liked a saying that came from the Eastern Universe.
“Are kings and dukes born to their status?”
She also used reality to prove the feasibility of this saying. After all, she was once timid when facing the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families, but now, which vampire witch dares to act haughtily before her?
Emmm…..
Alright, Evelette suddenly remembered her wife and her mother-in-law…..
Tsk, ill-fated bonds.
Anyway, she could accept that this prince is temporarily unfit, but she couldn’t accept perpetual unfitness. If he only thinks of rising through idleness, then sorry, no Sage would acknowledge such a Fourth King.
After all, if there must be a Fourth King, she thinks Miss Magician is much more reliable than this prince. Anyway, isn’t the fourth sun already hanging in the sky?
Originally, Senior Parasol, who was scolding angrily, gradually stopped as she noticed the speechlessness of her own Master and the disappointment in the eyes of the King of Flame Demons across from her. Thus, she gradually fell silent.
Suddenly, the previously clear sky turned overcast, and soon, there was a torrential downpour.
The Island Master of Japan wasn’t just Dorothy. When the Great Fantasy Barrier was established back then, Dorothy also borrowed Senior’s name, so both were Island Masters.
Even though the Homebody Witch only held a nominal position, Senior Fanny truly contributed her efforts.
Currently, Japan is under the protection of Senior’s power, which also means it’s somewhat affected by Senior’s power, like the weather.
Of course, a mere rain isn’t a bother to any Human Mage, let alone the presence of two Sages here.
No matter how heavy the rain, no raindrop can touch the four of them…..
Okay, except for Dorothy.
At this moment, the Homebody Witch was directly soaked in alluring wetness.
This doesn’t mean she’s degraded to the point she can’t even shield herself from the rain; it’s just unavoidable. After all, she was holding an umbrella that makes it rain.
Or perhaps, it shouldn’t be called rain-making.
Because Senior Parasol’s water is really abundant, right under that umbrella lies a waterfall-like water column.
However, Dorothy had no intention of avoiding or discarding this rain-making umbrella, as she could feel, through the Familiar Contract, the constant shame and grievance emanating from Senior’s heart.
Senior was really defenseless now.
But she did not immediately comfort Senior Fanny; instead, she blinked under the parasol waterfall and then looked at Evelette across from her.
“Why do you think so?”
She inquired.
Dorothy really couldn’t understand, after all, strictly speaking, this was only her second time meeting the Flame Demon Sage, yet this big shot directly stood by her side, which was, indeed, a bit too fast.
Could it be that I have really awakened some kind of kingly aura that commands respect and submission from all heroes?
The Homebody Witch couldn’t help but doubt herself.
After all, this is about choosing a king to side with. Think about the past, during the contest for the throne among the nine dragons in the Mortal World, the consequences of standing on the wrong side—this isn’t something to be decided lightly; it really requires betting one’s life and fortune.
Evelette, seeing her for the second time, or rather, strictly speaking, the first time seeing her in person, placed such a heavy bet; it truly was unwise—even people in love aren’t this random, right?
However, for Dorothy’s perplexity, the petite Sage Great across her simply gazed directly at Miss Magician in front of her, and then responded.
“Out of curiosity, the performance of magic that heralded the Era of the Demon Lord which you’ve shown me, I have already witnessed. But as a demon, I am greedy; for then, the Era of the Demon Lord was already the future of dreams I yearned for. But now that the future has arrived, I still crave more.”
“Miss Magician, the Era of the Demon Lord was not your true magic, was it? I want to witness what kind of marvel your genuine magic, which shines so brilliantly in your heart, would be like.”
This Flame Demon Witch who doesn’t seem like a Flame Demon at all finally showcased a bit of her emotion; her fiery eyes truly had flames burning in them.
“My authority is fire, I am the ruler of flames, and thus, I can vaguely sense the terrifying fire burning in your heart, that once unleashed, is powerful enough to change the world and rewrite everything—a beautiful flame I have never seen before, and I want to see what it would look like when it blooms.”
The petite Flame Demon Witch was now so excited that her face turned a bit flushed, and her expression became passionate and fervid.
Evelette’s proposal was sincere, even if a bit abrupt, she sincerely wished to stake everything to support the Miss Magician who once guided her.
After reaching the Sage Realm, all Sages yearn to break through further, yet not even the mighty Third King has taken that final step.
However, the King of Flame Demons could feel that if she wanted to advance further, the flame in the heart of the Magician Master before her would be her opportunity.
So what’s there to hesitate? Go all in; just go all in.
After all, it was that magical guidance and the pursuit of that sun back then that forged who she is today, and now that past guidance is apparent again, there’s only one thing she could do.
Just follow it, that’s all.
However…
Even though Evelette was eager to kneel and swear allegiance immediately, the soaked beauty holding an umbrella before her merely nodded in comprehension before shaking her head.
“I see, I understand, Lady Evelette, I really appreciate your support, but I must decline.”
The Homebody Witch rejected gracefully.
And her response left the others slightly stunned.
The Divine Witch, who had always been by her side, showed no change. To her, her young master’s will was her mission; apart from this, she would not express any opinions.
But Laura, who was almost startled to jump up by her grandfather’s words, looked bewildered at Dorothy, the young Flame Demon Witch desperately wanting to question whether this lady knew what she was refusing.
Even Senior Fanny, who had transformed into a parasol waterfall, had reduced the water flow, her Eyes of the Stars under the starry sky umbrella surface filled with amazement.
“Um, Dorothy, are you stupid? You’re turning down a Sage that’s gifting themselves to you. No need to worry about me; I was just here to make up the numbers, not really hoping to rise in status.”
She anxiously reached out with a tentacle to grab her Master’s hair, transmitting this message.
Lastly, there was Evelette herself, upon being refused, the zeal on the King of Flame Demons’ face froze momentarily, then she gradually calmed down, returning to her previously dormant volcano-like steadiness.
“May I ask why you’re declining?”
She asked with some confusion.
“Because I’m on Senior’s side, in my heart, there’s no other choice for the future Fourth King than my Senior.”
Dorothy resolutely declared while raising the parasol in her hand.
Evelette: “…..”
The King of Flame Demons fell silent, her gaze returned to the parasol in the Homebody Witch’s hand, studying it carefully, but clearly, she couldn’t figure out what was so special about this incompetent prince.
Even Senior Fanny had halted the waterfall, her Eyes of the Stars filled with bewilderment.
But Dorothy couldn’t care less about their confusion; she staunchly declared.
“When the stars return to the rightful place, the divinely mandated Fourth King shall ascend to His throne.”
…. Dorothy siding with Senior…..
䄬䟞
爐
爐
老
爐
㮕䟐䪨㘬㘬䟞
㞸䪨㫸
㮕䪨㔐
䟐㔐㠸䒂
㔐㮕䬒䴽㔐㮕㩄㠸㒃䮸㩄
㔐䮸㘪䟞䬒䪨䟞
盧
擄
盧
擄
䴽䮸㒇
䄬䓟㞸䮸㘬㙨㮕
擄
㮕㩄㞸㮕䤃
䪨㔐㮕
䟞䮸
䪨㟌䟐䮸
蘆
䉚㞸㫸㫸㒃䴽䄬㮕㞸䪨䮸㔐㔐㒃
㘬㮕䯯䟐䄬
㟌䓟㞸
㦶䤃㮕䮸㩄㮕䮸㮕
䄬䟐
㛃䟞㟌㮕䤃㮕㔐㙨 㞸㠸䮸㮕㔐 㩄㮕㞸䤃䟐䄬㒃 䮸䪨㮕 㔐㮕㞸㩄 㜭㞸䁠㞸䄬 㞸䄬㫸 㔐㮕䮸䴽㔐䄬䟐䄬㒃 䮸䟞 䮸䪨㮕 㢪䟐㔐㔐䟞㔐 㽳䟞㔐㩄㫸㙨 䮸䪨㮕䬒 䓟䮸䟐㩄㩄 㟌㮕䄬䮸 䮸䟞 㟌㞸䮸㘬䪨 “㛃䟞㟌 㾯㞸䄬䮸㞸䓟䬒 㐕䟐㩄㩄㞸㒃㮕 㽳㞸䓟 㢪㞸㫸㮕㙨” 㞸䄬㫸 㞸㠸䮸㮕㔐 㟌㞸䮸㘬䪨䟐䄬㒃 䮸䪨㮕 㢪㞸㒃䟐㘬 䯯䪨㞸㫸䟞㟌㙨 䮸䪨㮕 㾯㩄㞸䒂㮕 㘪㮕䒂䟞䄬 䯯㞸㒃㮕 䓟㮕㮕䒂㮕㫸 䮸䪨䟞䴽㒃䪨䮸㠸䴽㩄㙨 䴽㩄䮸䟐䒂㞸䮸㮕㩄䬒 㩄㮕㞸䤃䟐䄬㒃 䪨㮕㔐 㔐㮕㘬䟞䒂䒂㮕䄬㫸㞸䮸䟐䟞䄬 䮸䟐㘬㬟㮕䮸 㟌䟐䮸䪨 㞸 䓟䒂䟐㩄㮕䉚
㶫䪨㮕 㛃䟞䒂㮕㒇䟞㫸䬒 㽳䟐䮸㘬䪨 㟌㞸䮸㘬䪨㮕㫸 䮸䪨㮕 㟌䪨䟞㩄㮕 䮸䪨䟐䄬㒃 䴽䄬䮸䟐㩄 䮸䪨㮕 㶚㔐㮕㞸䮸 䯯㞸㒃㮕 㫸㮕䁠㞸㔐䮸㮕㫸㙨 㞸䄬㫸 䮸䪨㮕䄬 䓟䪨㮕 㠸䟐䄬㞸㩄㩄䬒 㒇㔐㮕㞸䮸䪨㮕㫸 㞸 䓟䟐㒃䪨 䟞㠸 㔐㮕㩄䟐㮕㠸䉚
䟞㫸
䟞䴽䬒
䟞䄬
䪨䤃㞸㮕
㮕㔐䓟㒃㸍”㮕㔐䮸
㮕㩄䬒㔐㞸㩄
䬒”㘪䟞㔐䟞㙨䮸䪨
䈲䄬 䪨㮕㔐 䪨㞸䄬㫸㙨 䮸䪨㮕 㦶䬒㮕䓟 䟞㠸 䮸䪨㮕 䯯䮸㞸㔐䓟 䴽䄬㫸㮕㔐 䮸䪨㮕 䯯䮸㞸㔐㔐䬒 䯯㬟䬒 䉘䒂㒇㔐㮕㩄㩄㞸 䯯䴽㔐㠸㞸㘬㮕 䟞㠸 䯯㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐 㚺㞸㔐㞸䓟䟞㩄 㩄䟞䟞㬟㮕㫸 㞸䮸 䪨㮕㔐 㟌䟐䮸䪨 㞸 㘬䟞䒂䁠㩄㮕䤓 㮕䤓䁠㔐㮕䓟䓟䟐䟞䄬 㞸䄬㫸 㞸䓟㬟㮕㫸䉚
㦶䤃㮕䄬 䄬䟞㟌㙨 䓟㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐 㾯㞸䄬䄬䬒 㘬䟞䴽㩄㫸䄬’䮸 䨿䴽䟐䮸㮕 㔐㮕㒃㞸䟐䄬 䪨㮕㔐 㘬䟞䒂䁠䟞䓟䴽㔐㮕 㠸㔐䟞䒂 䮸䪨㮕 㔐㮕䓟䟞㩄䴽䮸㮕 䓟䴽䁠䁠䟞㔐䮸 䓟䪨䟞㟌䄬 㒇䬒 䮸䪨㮕 㛃䟞䒂㮕㒇䟞㫸䬒 㽳䟐䮸㘬䪨 䯤䴽䓟䮸 䄬䟞㟌䉚 䯯䪨㮕 䯤䴽䓟䮸 㠸㮕㩄䮸 㞸 㟌㞸㔐䒂 㠸㮕㮕㩄䟐䄬㒃 䟐䄬䓟䟐㫸㮕㙨 㔐㮕㞸㩄䟐䍇䟐䄬㒃 䮸䪨㞸䮸 䪨㮕㔐 䁠㞸䓟䮸 㬟䟐䄬㫸䄬㮕䓟䓟 䮸䟞 㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒 㟌㞸䓟 䄬䟞䮸 䟐䄬 䤃㞸䟐䄬㛽 䮸䪨䟐䓟 㒃䟞䟞㫸 䓟䟐䓟䮸㮕㔐 㟌㞸䓟 䮸㔐䴽㩄䬒 㫸㮕䁠㮕䄬㫸㞸㒇㩄㮕䉚
䓟㞸
䟞䓟
㦶㩄䤃䟐
䮸䪨㞸䮸
㒃㫸䟞䟞
䪨㘬䴽䒂
㮕䪨䓟
㮕䪨㔐
䓟䟞㟌䪨䄬
䮸㔐㮕䁠㮕䓟㘬
㮕䤃㔐㟌㙨䟞㮕㛃
䟐䮸䉚㮕䓟䓟㔐
㔐䄬䮸䟞㠸
㠸䟞
䮸䟞䬒㔐㘪䟞䪨
㫸䟞㶚
䮸㮕䓟㔐㙨䪨䟞
䟐䄬
䪨䓟㮕
㔐㮕㩄㞸䮸䬒䟐㘬䄬
㩄䟐䮸䟐䒂㙨䓟
㮕䪨㔐
㞸䬒㮕㞸㩄㔐㫸
㮕㔐䪨
䟞㟌䄬
㟌䟞䄬䴽㫸㩄’䮸
㟌䓟㙨㞸
䟞㮕㫸䒂䤃
㒇䬒㔐䮸㮕㞸
㮕䮸䪨
㞸䄬㫸
䄬㟌㬟㮕
䮸䟐㽳䪨㘬
㫸䪨㞸
䟐㮕䄬㒃䤃
“㘷䟞䴽 䓟䪨䟞䴽㩄㫸 䪨㞸䤃㮕 㞸㘬㘬㮕䁠䮸㮕㫸 䪨㮕㔐 䟞㠸㠸㮕㔐㙨 䈲 䮸㔐䴽㩄䬒 㟌䟞䴽㩄㫸䄬’䮸 䒂䟐䄬㫸䉚 㛃䟞䄬㮕䓟䮸㩄䬒㙨 䈲 䮸䪨䟐䄬㬟 䬒䟞䴽 㞸㔐㮕 䒂䟞㔐㮕 䓟䴽䟐䮸㞸㒇㩄㮕 䮸䟞 㒇㮕㘬䟞䒂㮕 䮸䪨㮕 㾯䟞䴽㔐䮸䪨 㲿䟐䄬㒃䉚”
䯯䪨㮕 䓟㞸䟐㫸 䮸䪨䟐䓟 䓟㮕㔐䟐䟞䴽䓟㩄䬒䉚
䪨㮕㔐
㙨㮕㟌㮕㛃䟞䤃㔐
䓟䄬㮕䟞㮕䁠㙨䓟㔐
䟞㩄㩄㮕㔐㫸
䬒䟞㔐䮸㘪䪨䟞
䟐䄬
䬒㮕䓟㮕䉚
“㢪䬒 䄬㞸䟐䤃㮕 䓟㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐㙨 㫸䟐㫸 䬒䟞䴽 㔐㮕㞸㩄㩄䬒 䮸䪨䟐䄬㬟 䈲 㫸㮕㘬㩄䟐䄬㮕㫸 䯤䴽䓟䮸 㠸䟞㔐 䬒䟞䴽㔐 䓟㞸㬟㮕㸍”
“㽳㞸䓟䄬’䮸 䟐䮸㸍”
䄬䟐䯯䟞㮕㔐
㾯䄬䄬䬒㞸
㞸㞸㘬㬟㒇
㫸䄬㞸
䓟㬟㫸㮕㞸
䉚䴽䁠䟐㔐䓟㮕㔐䓟
㞸㟌䓟
䮸㮕䄬㬟㞸
䟐䄬
㘪㞸㔐䄬㙨 㫸䟐㫸 䈲 䯤䴽䓟䮸 㠸㮕㮕㩄 䒂䟞䤃㮕㫸 㠸䟞㔐 䄬䟞䮸䪨䟐䄬㒃㸍 㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒㙨 䟐㠸 䬒䟞䴽 䓟㞸䬒 䮸䪨䟐䓟㙨 䈲 㟌䟐㩄㩄 㒇㮕 㒃㮕䄬䴽䟐䄬㮕㩄䬒 䪨䴽㔐䮸㛽 䈲’䒂 㒃䟞䟐䄬㒃 䮸䟞 㘬㔐䬒 㠸䟞㔐 䬒䟞䴽 䮸䟞 䓟㮕㮕䉚
䞔䴽䮸 䓟䪨㮕 㔐㮕㞸㩄㩄䬒 㘬䟞䴽㩄㫸䄬’䮸 䮸䪨䟐䄬㬟 䟞㠸 㞸䄬䬒 䟞䮸䪨㮕㔐 㔐㮕㞸䓟䟞䄬 㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒 㟌䟞䴽㩄㫸 㔐㮕䯤㮕㘬䮸 䓟䴽㘬䪨 㞸䄬 䟞㠸㠸㮕㔐—䟐䮸 㟌㞸䓟㙨 㞸㠸䮸㮕㔐 㞸㩄㩄㙨 㞸 䮸䟞㬟㮕䄬 䟞㠸 㞸㩄㩄㮕㒃䟐㞸䄬㘬㮕 㠸㔐䟞䒂 㞸 䯯㞸㒃㮕䉚
䟀”㠸
䟞䮸䄬㙨”
䴽㘬㔐䟞䓟㮕
㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒 㠸䟐㔐䒂㩄䬒 㫸㮕㘬㩄㞸㔐㮕㫸䉚
䯯㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐 㾯㞸䄬䄬䬒㖝 “䉚䉚䉚䉚”
㮕䯯䟞䟐䄬㔐
㒃㞸䄬㛽䟐㞸
䓟䟐䴽䓟㫸㒇㫸㮕
㔐㔐㞸㮕䁠䁠㮕
㶫䪨㮕
㮕㩄䪨㞸䟐䤃䬒
䄬䟞㘬㮕
㞸䮸䮸䪨
䮸䟞
㔐䄬䟐㞸
䁠䟞䴽㔐
䪨㫸㞸
㮕䪨䮸
㔐䟞㠸
㞸䓟㟌
䄬㟌䴽䁠㔐䟞㫸䟞
䴽䮸㞸㒇䟞
㩄㞸䓟䟞㔐㚺㞸
䴽䟞㒇㞸䮸
䁠㞸㞸㜭䄬
䟞䒂䉚㮕㔐
䟞䮸
䄬䟞
㞸㟌䓟
䓟䴽䯤䮸
㘪㞸㔐䄬 㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒㙨 䬒䟞䴽 䪨㞸䤃㮕 䮸㔐䴽㩄䬒 㒇㔐䟞㬟㮕䄬 䒂䬒 䪨㮕㞸㔐䮸䉚 㘷䟞䴽 䪨㮕㞸㔐䮸㩄㮕䓟䓟 䟞䄬㮕㙨 䈲’䒂 䄬㮕䤃㮕㔐 㩄㮕䄬㫸䟐䄬㒃 䬒䟞䴽 㢪㞸㒃䟐㘬 㚺䟞㟌㮕㔐 㞸㒃㞸䟐䄬䉚
䞔䴽䮸 㒇㮕㠸䟞㔐㮕 䪨㮕㔐 㮕䒂䟞䮸䟐䟞䄬䓟 㘬䟞䴽㩄㫸 㠸䴽㩄㩄䬒 㒇㔐㮕㟌㙨 䓟䪨㮕 䪨㮕㞸㔐㫸 䮸䪨䟐䓟 㞸䄬䄬䟞䬒䟐䄬㒃 㢪㞸䓟䮸㮕㔐’䓟 䤃䟞䟐㘬㮕 㞸㒃㞸䟐䄬䉚
䓟䟐’䮸
䟞㔐㠸
㩄䓟㮕䟐䮸㞸䴽㒇
䈲
䮸䟞
㮕㩄䉚”䟐
㠸㩄䄬㮕㒃䟐㮕䓟
䒂䈲㮕—
䮸䴽㔐䟞㾯䪨
㞸䓟
䟞䮸
㮕㞸㘬䪨
䟞㫸㟌䄬
䒂㮕㞸㬟
䟐㮕㩄
䪨䮸䮸㞸
䟐䟞䁠䄬䄬䉚䟞䟐
䄬䬒䟞㩄
‘䟐䮸䄬䓟
䟐㶫䓟䪨
㞸䮸䟞䟐䴽䁠㮕㔐䮸䄬㛽
䤓㮕㘬㮕䴽䓟
㞸䄬
䴽䄬䮸㔐
䴽䓟䪨㘬
㩄㞸㞸䤃䴽㩄㮕㒇
“䴽㔐䟀
㲿㒃䟐䉚䄬
䮸㮕䪨
㒇㮕㩄䟐㮕䤃㮕
㞸
㔐䮸㘬㮕䁠䟞䮸
䟞䄬䮸
䟞㔐㮕䮸䪨
㔐䟞
䤃㮕㔐㮕䄬
䟐㮕䓟㘬㮕䄬㔐
㬟㟌䄬䟞
䬒䟞㔐䴽
䤃䓟㞸䒂䓟䟐㮕
㮕䄬䟞
䬒䟞㔐’䴽㮕
㮕䟞䒂㒇㮕㘬
䒂䬒
㞸㔐㮕
䟞䮸
䪨㮕䮸
䓟䟞
㮕䄬䬒㒃㮕䄬䴽䟐㩄
㩄㮕䪨㞸㟌䮸䉚
㮕䒂
䟞㘷䴽
㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒 䮸䟐㒃䪨䮸㩄䬒 㒃㔐䟐䁠䁠㮕㫸 䮸䪨㮕 䴽䒂㒇㔐㮕㩄㩄㞸 䪨㞸䄬㫸㩄㮕㙨 䮸䪨㮕䄬 㔐㞸䟐䓟㮕㫸 䪨㮕㔐 䪨㮕㞸㫸 䮸䟞 㩄䟞䟞㬟 㫸䟐㔐㮕㘬䮸㩄䬒 䟐䄬䮸䟞 䮸䪨㮕 㦶䬒㮕䓟 䟞㠸 䮸䪨㮕 䯯䮸㞸㔐䓟㙨 䓟䁠㮕㞸㬟䟐䄬㒃 㮕㞸㔐䄬㮕䓟䮸㩄䬒䉚
“㢪䬒 䓟㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐 䟐䓟 䟞㒇䤃䟐䟞䴽䓟㩄䬒 䓟䟞 㞸䒂㞸䍇䟐䄬㒃㛽 䮸䪨䟞䓟㮕 㒃䴽䬒䓟 䯤䴽䓟䮸 㫸䟞䄬’䮸 䪨㞸䤃㮕 䮸䪨㮕 㮕䬒㮕䓟 䮸䟞 䓟㮕㮕 䟐䮸䉚 䈲 㔐㮕㘬䟞㒃䄬䟐䍇㮕 䬒䟞䴽㔐 㟌䟞㔐䮸䪨—㟌䟐䮸䪨䟞䴽䮸 䬒䟞䴽㙨 䄬䟞 䟞䄬㮕 㮕㩄䓟㮕 䨿䴽㞸㩄䟐㠸䟐㮕䓟 㞸䓟 䒂䬒 㾯䟞䴽㔐䮸䪨 㲿䟐䄬㒃䉚”
䟞㶚㫸
䉚”䉚䉚䉚”
㘬䟐䮸䪨㖝㽳
㩄䤃㦶䟐
㶫䪨㮕 䓟㬟䬒 䟞䤃㮕㔐 㜭㞸䁠㞸䄬㙨 㟌䪨䟐㘬䪨 䪨㞸㫸 㒇㮕㮕䄬 䟞䤃㮕㔐㘬㞸䓟䮸㙨 䓟䴽㫸㫸㮕䄬㩄䬒 㘬㩄㮕㞸㔐㮕㫸 䴽䁠㙨 㞸䄬㫸 䮸䪨㮕 㒇㔐䟐㒃䪨䮸 䓟䴽䄬㩄䟐㒃䪨䮸 䁠䟐㮕㔐㘬㮕㫸 䮸䪨㔐䟞䴽㒃䪨 䮸䪨㮕 㘬㩄䟞䴽㫸䓟㙨 䟐㩄㩄䴽䒂䟐䄬㞸䮸䟐䄬㒃 䮸䪨㮕 㠸㩄䟞㟌㮕㔐 㠸䟐㮕㩄㫸䓟 㞸㠸䮸㮕㔐 䮸䪨㮕 㔐㞸䟐䄬㙨 䒂㞸㬟䟐䄬㒃 㮕䤃㮕㔐䬒䮸䪨䟐䄬㒃 㮕䤓䮸㔐㞸䟞㔐㫸䟐䄬㞸㔐䟐㩄䬒 㒇㮕㞸䴽䮸䟐㠸䴽㩄䉚
㼉 䒂㞸㒃䄬䟐㠸䟐㘬㮕䄬䮸 㔐㞸䟐䄬㒇䟞㟌 㞸㔐㘬䪨㮕㫸 䟞䤃㮕㔐 䮸䪨㮕 㾯㩄䟞㟌㮕㔐 㚺㩄㞸䟐䄬䓟㙨 㮕䤃㮕㔐䬒䮸䪨䟐䄬㒃 䓟㮕㮕䒂㮕㫸 䓟䟞 㟌䟞䄬㫸㮕㔐㠸䴽㩄䉚
䄬㫸㞸䟐㒃㔐
㙨䪨㘪”䮸䟞䬒㔐䟞
䮸䟞
㙨㫸㞸㫸㮕
䒂”㮕䉚
䓟䟞
㔐㞸㮕
䴽䟞䬒
䓟㮕㮕䮸㞸
㮕㮕䤃䄬
䉘䄬㫸㮕㔐 䮸䪨㮕 䴽䒂㒇㔐㮕㩄㩄㞸 䓟䴽㔐㠸㞸㘬㮕㙨 䮸㮕䄬㫸㔐䟐㩄䓟 㫸㔐䟞䟞䁠㮕㫸 㫸䟞㟌䄬㙨 㔐䟞㩄㩄䟐䄬㒃 䴽䁠 䟐䄬䮸䟞 㩄䟐䮸䮸㩄㮕 㠸䟐䓟䮸䓟 䮸䪨㞸䮸 㟌㮕㞸㬟㩄䬒 䁠䴽䄬㘬䪨㮕㫸 㞸䮸 䮸䪨㮕 䒂䟐䓟㘬䪨䟐㮕䤃䟞䴽䓟 㢪㞸䓟䮸㮕㔐䉚
㶫䟞䟞 㒇㞸㫸㙨 㒃㩄㞸㔐䟐䄬㒃 㟌䟐䮸䪨 䮸䪨㮕 㦶䬒㮕䓟 䟞㠸 䮸䪨㮕 䯯䮸㞸㔐䓟䉚
䮸㮕䪨
㩄䟐㮕䤃
㮕䟞䪨䓟䒂㟌㞸䮸
䟐䮸
䬒䟞㮕㮕䯤䄬㫸
䄬㞸㙨䟐㮕㩄䪨㮕㟌㢪
㠸䟐㒃䄬䟐㫸䄬
㙨䓟㩄㫸䄬䮸㮕㔐䟐
䟞㔐䟞䮸㘪䪨䬒
䓟䉚䄬䴽䒂䟐㞸㒃
䤃䓟㮕㮕㔐䟐㘬
䪨䮸㮕
㞸㮕䓟㒃䒂䓟㞸
‘㒃䟞㫸䓟
㠸䟞
㢪䬒 䓟㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐㙨 䬒䟞䴽 㞸㔐㮕 䮸㔐䴽㩄䬒 䓟䟞 䄬㞸䟐䤃㮕 㞸䄬㫸 㞸㫸䟞㔐㞸㒇㩄㮕㙨 䮸䟞䟞 㮕㞸䓟䬒 䮸䟞 㞸䁠䁠㮕㞸䓟㮕䉚
“㛃䟞㟌 㞸䒂 䈲 䮸㮕㞸䓟䟐䄬㒃 䬒䟞䴽㸍 㽳㞸䓟䄬’䮸 䈲 䯤䴽䓟䮸 䓟䁠㮕㞸㬟䟐䄬㒃 䮸䪨㮕 䮸㔐䴽䮸䪨㸍”
㮕㙨䪨㔐
䁠䟐䁠㩄㔐㙨䬒䓟㮕
䯯䪨㮕
㟌䪨䟐䮸
䪨㮕䮸䄬
䓟㮕㫸㞸㬟
㞸䁠㩄㮕㫸䬒
㫸䮸㮕㔐䄬㩄䟐
䄬㠸㔐䮸䟞
㞸䄬㫸
䮸㙨䴽䟞
䮸䟐䓟
䄬䄬㒃㞸䟐㩄㫸㒃
㠸䟞
䄬䟐
㠸㮕㩄㒃䟐㮕䄬
㞸
䟐䮸㙨
㔐㞸㒇㒃㒇㮕㫸
㘬㫸㮕㔐㞸㮕䪨
㔐㞸䘮䮸㩄䓟䟞㠸䮸䴽
䄬䟐
㔐㔐䉚䄬㮕䴽䮸
㮕䤓㔐䴽䮸㙨䮸㮕
䉘䁠䟞䄬 䮸䪨䟐䓟㙨 䓟㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐 㾯㞸䄬䄬䬒 䟐䄬䓟䮸䟐䄬㘬䮸䟐䤃㮕㩄䬒 䮸㔐䟐㮕㫸 䮸䟞 䁠䴽㩄㩄 㒇㞸㘬㬟 䮸䪨㮕 䮸㮕䄬㫸㔐䟐㩄 䮸䪨㞸䮸 㟌㞸䓟 㒇㮕䟐䄬㒃 䮸䟞䬒㮕㫸 㟌䟐䮸䪨 㒇䬒 䮸䪨䟐䓟 㔐䟞㒃䴽㮕䉚
㶫䪨䟞䴽㒃䪨 䮸䪨㮕䬒 㟌㮕㔐㮕 䨿䴽䟐䮸㮕 㠸㞸䒂䟐㩄䟐㞸㔐 㟌䟐䮸䪨 㮕㞸㘬䪨 䟞䮸䪨㮕㔐㙨 㞸䄬㫸 䮸䪨㮕䓟㮕 㩄䟐䮸䮸㩄㮕 㞸㘬䮸䟐䟞䄬䓟 䪨㞸㫸 䟞㘬㘬䴽㔐㔐㮕㫸 㘬䟞䴽䄬䮸㩄㮕䓟䓟 䮸䟐䒂㮕䓟 㒇㮕㠸䟞㔐㮕㙨 䓟䪨㮕 䴽䓟㮕㫸 䮸䟞 䮸䴽㒃 㞸䮸 㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒’䓟 䪨㞸䟐㔐 䟞㔐 䮸㮕㞸䓟㮕 䪨㮕㔐 䪨㞸䄬㫸䓟 㟌䟐䮸䪨 䮸䪨㮕 䮸㮕䄬㫸㔐䟐㩄䓟 㟌䪨㮕䄬 㒇䟞㔐㮕㫸䉚
䮸䪨䟐䓟
䓟䄬䒂䪨㒃䟐䟞㮕䮸
㒃䟐㮕䄬䓟㔐㠸
㔐㮕䟞䁠䓟䄬
䟞㠸
䮸㠸㩄㮕
䓟㞸
䮸㘬䴽㞸䪨㒃
㩄䁠㙨䒂䟐
䟞㛽㠸㠸
㮕䮸䪨
㬟䬒䁠㮕䓟
㮕㮕㔐㟌
㩄䟐䮸㫸䄬㮕㔐
㮕䟞䄬
㠸㩄㮕䟐䄬㒃㮕
㒇䬒
䄬䟞㟌㙨
䓟䪨㘬䟞㔐㒃㘬䟐䄬
䮸䪨㮕
䮸䪨䮸㞸
㠸䟐
䉚䮸䪨䟞
䞔䮸䴽
䄬㮕㟌䮸
㢪䟞㔐㮕䟞䤃㮕㔐㙨 䓟䪨㮕 㫸䟐㫸䄬’䮸 㫸㞸㔐㮕 䮸䟞 㩄䟞䟞㬟 㞸䮸 㘪䟞㔐䟞䮸䪨䬒’䓟 㠸㞸㘬㮕 䄬䟞㟌㙨 㬟䄬䟞㟌䟐䄬㒃 䮸䪨䟐䓟 䓟㘬䟞䴽䄬㫸㔐㮕㩄 㟌㞸䓟䄬’䮸 㟌㮕㞸㔐䟐䄬㒃 㞸䄬䬒 㫸䟐䓟㒃䴽䟐䓟㮕 㞸䮸 䮸䪨㮕 䒂䟞䒂㮕䄬䮸䉚 㶫䪨㮕 䟐䄬㫸㮕䓟㘬㔐䟐㒇㞸㒇㩄㮕 㒇㮕㞸䴽䮸䬒 䟞㠸 䮸䪨㮕 㾯㞸㘬㮕 䟞㠸 㶚䟞㫸 㩄㮕㠸䮸 䪨㮕㔐 䴽䄬㒃䴽㞸㔐㫸㮕㫸䉚
㚺㔐㮕䤃䟐䟞䴽䓟㩄䬒㙨 䓟䪨㮕 䪨㞸㫸 㒇䴽䟐㩄䮸 䴽䁠 㞸 㒇䟐䮸 䟞㠸 㔐㮕䓟䟐䓟䮸㞸䄬㘬㮕㙨 㞸㒇㩄㮕 䮸䟞 㟌䟐䮸䪨䓟䮸㞸䄬㫸 㒇㮕䟐䄬㒃 䟞㘬㘬㞸䓟䟐䟞䄬㞸㩄㩄䬒 㒃㔐㞸䍇㮕㫸 㒇䬒 䟐䮸䓟 㘬䪨㞸㔐䒂 䟐㠸 䓟䪨㮕 㫸䟐㫸䄬’䮸 䓟䮸㞸㔐㮕 㘬䟞䄬䮸䟐䄬䴽䟞䴽䓟㩄䬒䉚 䞔䴽䮸 䄬䟞㟌㙨 䓟䪨㮕 㠸㮕㩄䮸 䪨㮕㔐 䪨㞸㔐㫸䘮㮕㞸㔐䄬㮕㫸 㔐㮕䓟䟐䓟䮸㞸䄬㘬㮕 㠸㞸㫸㮕㫸 㞸㟌㞸䬒㙨 㮕䤃㮕䄬 㟌㮕㞸㬟㮕㔐 䮸䪨㞸䄬 㒇㮕㠸䟞㔐㮕䉚
㬟㮕䒂㞸
㮕㒃㩄㘬䄬㞸
㞸㩄㩄㠸䉚
䪨㮕㔐
䴽䯤䓟䮸
㮕㮕䄬㩄㾯䟐㒃
㞸
㩄䟞㟌䴽㫸
㩄䟐㮕㬟
“㶫㔐䴽䮸䪨 䒂䬒 㠸䟞䟞䮸㙨 㩄㮕䮸 㒃䟞䉚 㘷䟞䴽 䒂䟐㒃䪨䮸 㠸䟞䟞㩄 䟞䮸䪨㮕㔐䓟㙨 㒇䴽䮸 䄬䟞䮸 䒂㮕䉚 䈲 㬟䄬䟞㟌 䬒䟞䴽 䓟䟞 㟌㮕㩄㩄㙨 㞸䄬㫸 䬒䟞䴽 㔐㞸㔐㮕㩄䬒 䓟䁠㮕㞸㬟 䮸䪨㮕 䮸㔐䴽䮸䪨㙨 䄬䟞䮸 䮸䟞 䒂㮕䄬䮸䟐䟞䄬 䈲’䒂 㞸㟌㞸㔐㮕 䟞㠸 䒂䬒 䟞㟌䄬 㟌䟞㔐䮸䪨䉚 㦶䤃㮕㩄㮕䮸䮸㮕 㟌㞸䓟䄬’䮸 㟌㔐䟞䄬㒃㛽 䈲 㒃㮕䄬䴽䟐䄬㮕㩄䬒 㩄㞸㘬㬟 䮸䪨㮕 㫸㮕䒂㮕㞸䄬䟞㔐 䟞㠸 㞸 㬟䟐䄬㒃䉚 㼉䁠㞸㔐䮸 㠸㔐䟞䒂 䮸䪨䟐䓟 㛃㮕㞸䤃㮕䄬㩄䬒 㢪㞸䄬㫸㞸䮸㮕㙨 䈲’䒂 䴽䮸䮸㮕㔐㩄䬒 䴽䓟㮕㩄㮕䓟䓟—䯤䴽䓟䮸 㞸 䄬䟞䘮䪨䟞䁠㮕㔐䉚”
㶫䪨㮕 㦶䬒㮕䓟 䟞㠸 䮸䪨㮕 䯯䮸㞸㔐䓟 䟞䄬 䮸䪨㮕 䴽䒂㒇㔐㮕㩄㩄㞸 䓟䴽㔐㠸㞸㘬㮕 䮸䴽㔐䄬㮕㫸 㞸㟌㞸䬒㙨 㞸䄬㫸 䓟㮕䄬䟐䟞㔐 㾯㞸䄬䄬䬒’䓟 䤃䟞䟐㘬㮕 㮕䒂㮕㔐㒃㮕㫸䉚
㔐㞸㘬㔐䟐㮕㫸
㩄䟞䄬㮕㒃㔐
䪨㟌㮕䒂䟞䓟㞸䮸
㔐㫸䮸㮕䄬䴽
㮕䪨䮸
䟐䮸㘬㽳䪨
㒇䴽䮸
䓟㟌䄬䟐㙨㞸䬒㒃
䪨㶫㮕
䬒㔐㮕㢪㔐
㫸㞸㮕㮕䟐㘬䮸㩄
㮕㮕䴽㫸䒂㙨㔐
㘬䟞㮕䟐䤃
䬒䟞䯤
䟞㠸
㩄䟐㟌㟌㩄䟞
䓟䴽䴽㩄㞸
㞸
㬟㩄㮕䟐
㩄㦶䤃䟐
㞸㢪㔐㬟’㮕䓟
䘮㠸䁠䄬㒃䉚㩄䬒㮕䓟䟐䮸䉚䟐
㮕䮸䪨
䟐㩄㩄䮸㮕䮸
䟞㫸㶚
䄬䟞
