trouble.”"That won't do."Lanche said helplessly."How is that not possible"Huberly gave a slight smirk.Unlike her heart, which had been twisted by anger and murderous intent, she was on the brink of d...Chapter 433: Lancy's Teacher Force is Further Expanded

Xinora's thirst for answers was written in her eyes. The great poet did not refuse to look at her, nor did he deny it. [I hope the readers remember our domain name at this point.]

Perhaps you're right, but maybe that's just the beginning of another catastrophe—

Even if the Demon Race regained their status by conquering the Protoss Empire, soon their desires would be unfulfilled. They would occupy their own territories and begin to develop their power.

And the next step is to seize territory from other nations. You understand this better than I do.

The great love poet spoke calmly about a story.

Sinonra remained silent for a moment.

Another possibility she mentioned, one she understands deeply and has witnessed firsthand.

"Because this is the history that exists, and there will inevitably be more of it."

The great poet added.

But who says such things are bound to happen We've missed our chance once, learned from the past. Why not let you rule us instead

Xin'ora patted her chest, and once again, with a hint of excitement, posed her question.

As a conservative, what she hated most were those demons of past generations who stubbornly insisted on fighting to the bitter end. What she had been longing for all along was this new king right before her eyes, one who could see through everything so clearly!

Her eyes held a hint of resentment.

Now what she dreads even more is that the new king possesses this ability but lacks the courage to shoulder the responsibility!

When you're ready to sacrifice yourself, you're also more likely to sacrifice others. This applies to you, and it applies to me. So, what kind of leader do you expect me to be

The great poet was like someone who had read into Sinolara's heart, he didn't rush and asked.

「……」

Xin'ola, upon hearing this, stared blankly and swallowed hard.

She realized she might have gotten a little carried away, been slightly offensive, and that it was a contradictory statement.

Of course, she hoped the new king would be a leader who understood and cared for his subjects.

>The new king possesses the most resolute awareness.

This is a greedy and unfair demand.

However, the other party did not seem to be angry at her attitude, giving her some time to think and not intending to avoid the real question she had just raised.

>“As you said, even if I controlled the demons, most other beings wouldn't find their resources and pleasures abundant enough. Once they gained power, they might use every means possible, both ruthlessly and with pious rhetoric, to plunder all our resources. Then, would I have to expand my rule again, until I completely conquered the world”

The great poet continued,

"If you encountered this situation, what would you choose"

He smiled.

"I don't know."

Sinora's eyes darted about, growing dim until they could offer no answer to Ranchi's question.

She couldn't understand the idea of this demon, who had the potential to become a new king, The other seemed to understand the nature of creatures and the rules governing the world far better than she did.

The longer she communicates with the other party, the more she realizes that she is one step closer to the real answer. But the more she knows and thinks, the more she feels that she doesn't know.

After a long silence between them.

"Humans are always imagining the future, and this future should actually be frightening."

The great poet's emerald eyes glimmered with a gentle light, as if he had already pondered deeply.

But most humans are not afraid because they cannot understand its meaning, and the same goes for the demons.

"Then we can't do anything… Wouldn't that just mean staying here, no better than being in prison"

Sinora asked, certain she had reached no conclusion at this moment.

She is now in a state of utter confusion.

She felt that what she had been holding onto for so long, perhaps wasn't necessarily right, but she couldn't find what was truly right either.

"...

"

Do not dwell too long in the past, do not overexpect the future, the past is gone, the future has yet to come, now—

The great poet, like savoring a sliver of warmth that slanted down into the cell from outside, had a faint smile on his lips. He paused in mid-sentence,

> Seize the present moment. The most important thing is the now.

When he looked back at Sinola again, only the last sentence remained.

"And I, will let you have the best present."

Every word of the great poet struck Sinora's heart like the heaviest piano key.

The cell had been silent for a long time.

Xinuo stood in the shadows, her head bowed.

"I don't quite understand what you're saying right now... I need some time to think about it. Maybe I'll figure it out, maybe I won't..."

Is it really okay to just let go of the past, break free from the future, and start over

A sense of punishment welled up inside me, as if I had betrayed the demon race.

On the other side, Antanas stood silently. She could truly feel that Sinora's heart was wavering.

She was pleased that the child beside her had answered Sinora's initial question about returning to their homeland honestly, without any deception.

I'm too shocked right now.

In just a few minutes of conversation with Sinola, I felt a bit mentally controlled.

For some reason, the creature beside Antanas possessed a peculiar magnetism, able to reach deep into one's heart and conquer them on an intellectual level.

Sinola, who is currently lost and confused, is very close to making a decision. She just needs something more to convince her to make a choice that completely goes against everything she has ever believed.

What else is missing

It seemed to have noticed Xinuo's stunned silence and Antanas' inactivity. The great poet also began to chat with Antanas, giving Xinuo time to think.

"To be honest, every time I think about Talia being happy and content, it's hard for me to imagine all the suffering you endured in Helrom Prison these past years."

The great poet whispered softly to Antanas.

Xin'ora's ears twitched, her eyes fixed on the great poet with intensity.

Is Talya doing well

Judging from this black-haired and green-eyed girl, her father must be extraordinary in both talent and appearance. After all, with Talia's discerning eye, to meet someone who captures her heart, he must be a truly unique individual.

If Miss Sinola hadn't wasted these hundred years, she would have definitely lived a better life than Talia. After all, Miss Sinola looked much better than Talia in every way. She was clearly the popular type. If she were to live for another hundred years... sigh…

The great poet continued to shake his head in lament.

"……"

Xin's delicate shoulders trembled.

Think carefully about your hundred years. You've spent them in prison, wasting precious time and missing out on so many opportunities to enjoy the good things in life.

Let's compare that to Talya...

Jealousy, jealousy, teeth grinding with envy!

She can't even imagine what Talia's life is like now, and what Talia's husband is like!

"

That...

"

She finally spoke up.

"What's wrong, Miss Sinora"

The great poet turned his head in confusion.

"Let's go, I want to seize the moment, not wasting a single second!"

Sinora clenched her fists resolutely, her eyes now filled only with the desire for happiness. She believed that the new king had the ability to fulfill this promise, and his ideas and ideals were also impeccable.

Although she had never seen the new king's true form, she no longer cared. She believed in the beautiful soul she had communicated with.

She had never imagined that one day she would meet someone so worthy of her loyalty. Even though she still felt uncertain about many things, there was one thing she could be sure of: every minute and second they spent communicating was valuable. Without communication and guidance, she would wander aimlessly again, wasting her life.

"That's good."

The great love poet smiles.

He felt very pleased that he had saved another lost young woman.

"…"

Antanas twitched his eyes nervously. After seeing it with his own eyes, he felt a little bit of distance from the great poet, and now he increasingly felt that something was wrong with this guy.

Your talent is magic, isn't it brainwashing

Leave this here and keep indoctrinating the Protoss Empire. Sinnothra's initial demands were actually too conservative, and what you've done is the true heresy of the Protoss.

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(The End)

[ ]forged with an immunity to sonic magic."Okay."Lancer nodded and gently reached out to grasp the orange-glowing magic card before him.He just stared at the card, his brows furrowed, seemingly a little...