Because of Baron Rice's intrusion, the performance once fell into chaos, and it was quickly solved with the help of someone including "unlocking joints" and other violent scenes not suitable for children, and the wit of the narrator. As the plot unfolded again,
Beatrice's gorgeous magic, the army of familiars, and the gorgeous background music created a blockbuster-style high-end atmosphere. The audience soon forgot about the Baron's corrupt dog barking far away, and concentrated on watching the end of the show.
plot.
Then--
The Witch of Gold and Infinity, Beatrice.
People call her in such awe.
In the past, she was hailed as the most outstanding female magician. Although she did not receive a title, she served as an academic advisor to a higher magic school. Her power was no different from that of the head of the school, but her influence far exceeded that of ordinary witches of princes and nobles.
In addition to magic, she is also proficient in literature and music. The music played by Beatrice can always move the audience to tears.
She taught her students faithfully, was respectful to her colleagues, and swore allegiance to the king - this was Beatrice.
Why did Beatrice choose the path of depravity and lure her former student Grandet to this evil path? The only one who knows the reason is Beatrice herself, and even her students and subordinates also know the reason.
Not sure.
Yes, no one knows how she feels.
The hole of emptiness that stretches across my chest, no matter how I try to fill it.
"That's good."
Beatrice's face was expressionless.
John Knight and Swanilda were deeply afraid of that mask-like face.
Grandet was dead, and his men were scattered. The army of familiars was almost destroyed, but Beatrice, who was forced into a desperate situation, remained unmoved.
"No one will disturb us. We can concentrate on fighting until one of us falls."
"Why?! Why would you, who is respected as a genius witch by the world, do such a thing?!"
"Young Bird Knight, your question is extremely stupid."
The golden butterfly dances lightly beside the witch, and its beautiful wings that cannot exist in reality shine in the darkness.
"Our hope is to lead the world to show their true selves and to be human beings, whether good or evil, both inside and outside. There is no room for others to consider or comment on this."
Reaching out to let the butterfly rest between them, Beatrice calmly told her cruel idea. The curtain behind her slowly opened, revealing a terrifying majesty of a huge object.
"This is……?!"
Swanilda, who was tied to the side, exclaimed.
A large number of faces appeared on the surface of the sphere, men, women and children lamenting, crying faces embedded in the surface like parts, and mournful cries echoed.
These people are still alive, but they have become part of the consciousness amplification formation. By absorbing the consciousness field of living people, the mana sensing ability of the caster is amplified. John Knight has also heard about this appalling research. But he did not expect that it has ever happened.
The admired Beatrice turned this evil technique into a real nightmare.
"No hypocrisy is allowed, no impersonation is allowed, and the true nature of being a human being is shown."
Everyone would expect this. Everyone would expect a world that is pure and only true.
However, human nature is not the crystallization of kindness. Negative emotions such as arrogance, gluttony, greed, jealousy, anger, laziness, lust, etc. are also part of human nature.
Therefore, the world is full of struggle, such is the nature of human nature.
Beatrice still looked indifferent, but the shadow drawn by the solitary butterfly made the indifferent face reveal a miserable silhouette.
"We have dedicated everything we can to the kingdom, but no matter how hard we try, we still cannot avoid the country's degradation in the end!"
Betrayal, deception, escape - no matter how many times, human beings will take the trouble to do these things. After their expectations were betrayed again and again, the witch despaired of the so-called human nature.
Since human nature is such a hypocritical thing, then peel off the pretentious mask and let everyone reveal their true selves. In that case, the world will be better.
"Don't you hate fakes too?"
"..."
The knight fell silent, unable to help but want to agree.
Truth is better than falsehood - no matter who admits this, everyone wants to long for unique truth.
but.
"That kind of reality doesn't exist."
The knight made a categorical assertion, and tiny cracks appeared in the witch's cold expression.
"Whether it is you who has fallen or you have tempted others to fall, it is just your wishful thinking. The truth that can be obtained through such cheap means does not exist in this world."
"Why do you mean what you say..."
"You should leave this to yourself, Witch of Gold and Infinity!"
At first glance he seems to be a smart strategist, but his ideas are full of flaws.
In the beginning, the truth will appear when people are tempted to fall. This is too false in itself. On the one hand, it is said to be for everyone, but in the end, self-recognition is the priority. The contradiction in it cannot be justified after all.
This is Beatrice's personal paranoia. As a human being, her thinking has long been off track. She forcibly translates the theories of evil heretics into realistic words.
Therefore, the knight no longer hesitated.
"I will kill you for your stubbornness!"
"If you can kill, just come and try. Even if it's a god in the sky, if you stand in my way, I'll kill you anyway!!"
Intertwined with the words were the storm of golden butterflies and the lightning-like flash of the giant sword.
"You...you!"
"Rest in peace, Beatrice, this is definitely the retribution you deserve."
The knight returned the sword in a deep voice and put it into its sheath. Only then did the wounds from the witch's right shoulder to the left abdomen spurt out a bright red waterfall. With the roar of despair, the evil witch fell softly, and the golden butterflies also folded their wings and dropped leaves.
Like falling to the ground.
This ending is too simple. Who would have thought that the arrogant witch would die so miserably.
"Are you okay? Girl."
"Yes, Sir Knight."
Swanilda answered weakly after being released from the shackles, staggered to Beatrice, knelt slumped beside the witch, overlooking the smiling face like a child having a happy dream, and the girl's hands
Cover the face of the witch, and close the eyes of the witch who is still keeping her eyes open before she dies.
"That's enough...that's enough, rest in peace..."
The girl's cherry lips covered Beatrice's forehead, followed by a kiss before going to sleep, and tears fell on the eternally sleeping corpse.
then--
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"Did your mood change after putting on the bracelet? I don't remember you being so easy to get into drama."
Salome chuckled softly, took out an earpick and gently scratched Roland's ear canal. After wearing women's clothes for a long time, she was mentally tense. At this moment, the exhaustion had seeped into her bones. She reluctantly turned back into a man and put on the clothes.
After getting dressed casually, he no longer had the strength to maintain his posture, so Roland just rested his head on Salome's lap, half-closed his eyes, and murmured with a blushing face:
"Then I'm really sorry."
As he continued to act, he couldn't help but empathize with the character he was playing more than necessary. What was going on? Roland himself couldn't explain clearly.
Most likely, Beatrice, who went further and further down the wrong path in pursuit of her ideals, overlapped with someone else?
Maybe so.
But the two are not the same.
It is different from Beatrice, who is like a girl's ideals and resentments, describing her knowledge of human beings but not understanding them. Someone's goal is more long-term than that, and the means are much more realistic.
Is that the privilege of being an adult, as a superior?——
"Don't force yourself."
Salome smiled and let Roland continue to lie on her lap, completely ignoring the fiery glances behind her, slowly lowering her head and whispering in Roland's ear.
"You've done a great job."
With a muffled "hmm", his eyelids gradually became heavy with complicated emotions. After a while, Roland breathed peacefully and actually fell asleep. (To be continued...)
ps: There will be another update in the evening, so stay tuned