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"I'm so happy right now, Sister Ye Yu," Jiang Kehan said joyfully.
"Actually, I've never been afraid of hardship or challenges. I'm just a little scared..." She reached out her hand to shield her eyes from the sun and quietly felt the approach of darkness.
"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to see any trace of the future, and then what I'll lose won't just be myself, but the whole world."
"That's why I hate these so-called foreign enemies so much, not because I'm particularly righteous, but simply because I'm afraid."
"I'm afraid they'll destroy everything if they get out of my hands."
"Therefore, I must destroy them before they destroy everything!"
"Therefore, no amount of hardship is sweet to me. Even without Sister Ye Yu's supervision, I will still work just as hard."
"On the contrary, it is precisely because Sister Ye Yu taught me so many powerful spells that I am more satisfied with staying here."
"Thank you, Sister Ye Yu."
The girl, facing her inner timidity, spoke these words, her smile so dazzling it seemed even brighter than the sun in the sky.
"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to transform this fear into a vicious iron whip to protect everything I want to protect, including you."
Ye Yu opened his mouth, unable to hold back his inner hesitation any longer, and seemed to let out a sob.
Jiang Kehan turned around, gently wiped away the tears that had accumulated in the corners of her eyes, hugged her in her arms, and whispered.
"So, Sister Yeyu, don't blame yourself. Smile more."
"We still have a future, so there's no need to wallow in sorrow right now."
"Isn't this the meaning of my efforts?"
As if the sound of bells echoed, Night-Blooming Jasmine, sitting listlessly on the train, looked at the empty carriage, the smile on her lips long gone.
She clutched her chest, gazing at the magnificent starry sky outside the window, seemingly puzzled.
Why do I feel like crying?
The resentment that had transformed into thorns surged forth again, as if mocking her, or as if embracing her with understanding, sharing her sin.
Soon, Night Fragrance regained her composure. She examined the plan in her hand, but her thoughts drifted to the pure face of Keva Miller.
"I have convinced the Temple to no longer interfere in the outbreak of the Fran civil war, so we will soon be returning to Fran."
"Go and become Theresa's right-hand man, and help her expand the scale of this war!"
"Let more people see...go see why Keva Miller must exist."
Night-blooming jasmine chuckled softly, her gaze lowered.
She knew from the beginning that no matter how much history was changed, it could not shake the past.
It's just another war, just another death. Would she and these former losers be afraid of that?
They just wanted to use their own deaths to speak to Keva Miller in person and persuade her to stay!
There is no need to hesitate because of these sinners and take the blame upon ourselves.
To tell Keva Miller so loudly that the future of Fran still needs her presence!
This is the future that the true sinners of Fran seek, their willing journey of atonement.
Even if it comes at the cost of eternal damnation.
We are not afraid of so-called suffering, but only of the darkness of the future.
It's as if a song is echoing through the world, on this somewhat long journey.
Chapter 374 Surely only one of the Four Great Meritorious Kings is still striving?
When Jiang Kehan arrived in Riemann, she slowed her pace and couldn't help but glance around at this once peaceful city.
The leisurely atmosphere of the past is gone. The streets are no longer filled with unrestrained laughter and shouts. Scattered by, only a few witches with hurried steps and serious expressions flash by.
War is coming.
Eva and Keva Miller no longer concealed their actions, and all the witches received a letter that was somewhat frivolous, but in a sense too heavy.
Because this envelope, containing only a few words, carries a heavy weight called the future.
Keva Miller casually recounted the cause of the witch war and calmly stated that the odds of success in this gamble were extremely slim.
But these are not the reasons for the other witches' heaviness and anger.
Witches are never afraid of failure. They do not consider themselves pushovers, and anyone who dares to challenge their existence should be prepared to die.
Even if we fail, it can be considered that we have done our best, and we can die without regrets.
However, in this letter, Keva Miller and others casually mentioned their backup plan: if their assassination of Tyrant Xuyu failed, the witch would not have to follow in their footsteps into destruction.
Instead, they will travel to a new universe and begin entirely new possibilities.
Doesn't this make all the other witches seem like cowards, smilingly rejecting even their will to die, and taking all the blame upon themselves?!
It's understandable, but the more you understand, the more you feel the anger rising from within.
Why can't we even gather the remains of heroes? Why are we so powerless?
Why, why must we be like boats adrift on a raging torrent, abandoning those who love us and beginning our wanderings?!
The witches harbored unvented anger and hatred, especially at a time like this, when foreigners laughed and winked at each other.
Do you really think witches can't lift a sword?
Once the tyrant, Xuyu, dies, the war will begin immediately!
The witch's rage has been ignited, and only the death of her enemies can atone for it, and atone for her past "cowardice" and "compromise".
So while Keva Miller and the others were making their final preparations, the other witches weren't idle either.
They began to spontaneously travel around, make connections, and even form alliances, preparing for battle.
The external war no longer needs the prompting of Keva Miller and others; on the contrary, they even need to worry about how to keep these witches who have fallen into madness from going too far after the death of the tyrant Xuyu.
Human hearts are too easily manipulated; they await only the tyrant's sudden sacrifice, which will serve as the enemy's death horn and her start of the witch's conquest.
Jiang Kehan smiled and suddenly felt very relaxed.
Because she's not the only one who cares about all of this.
However, before Jiang Kehan could continue reading, Eva's phantom appeared in front of her, holding her forehead, looking somewhat troubled.
"Kehan, come to the palace. I and the other princes are there."
"However, this scene is quite rare; it's been a long time since it's been this lively."
Eva sighed and glanced around. Although she was somewhat troubled about how to deal with these witches who had begun to rationally prepare for battle in their extreme anger, a smile rose high on her lips, and she was quite satisfied with the situation.
Jiang Kehan nodded and followed behind the phantom, walking quickly toward the palace.
However, Eva glanced at Ye Yu on her shoulder with some surprise and asked.
Why did you suddenly get a cat?
Jiang Kehan was taken aback. She really hadn't expected Eva to ask this, but a mischievous thought suddenly welled up in her mind, so she said...
"Because this cat is so cute. Although it sometimes pretends to be serious and hisses at others, it's just to hide its shyness."
Upon hearing this, one of the cats began grinding its teeth. It stared at Jiang Kehan's neck, seemingly wondering where to take a bite.
"You're the cute one, your whole family is cute," Ye Yu protested inwardly.
"I see." Eva's eye twitched. Although the cat seemed to be getting increasingly angry, she still didn't expose Jiang Kehan.
"Perhaps you and Long Fei have something in common; she also likes to keep a variety of pets."
You're the pet!
Ye Yu looked at Eva, an old acquaintance, with a slightly agitated expression. Her gaze was cold and stern, and she had already figured out how to give Ye Yu more work when she got back.
She can't bear to deal with Jiang Kehan, but she can't deal with Eva?
Was all that collecting of his dark history over the years for nothing?!
Eva suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She glanced at the cat suspiciously, feeling a little guilty.
Strange... Before Eva could recall if she had seen this cat somewhere before, they arrived at the palace and pushed open the door.
The house was already full of people.
Keva Miller sat upright at the head of the table, looking serious, but those who knew her well knew that she was just using that expression to hide her usual absent-mindedness or pondering what to have for dinner.
It's inexplicably frustrating.
The four positions below belong to Eva Carson, Dragon Princess Elliott, and Theresa, who is waving her bare feet and long hair and smiling at Jiang Kehan.
And the night-blooming jasmine that did not show up for the appointment.
Thanks to Eva Carson, Jiang Kehan was pulled to sit in the seat that originally belonged to Ye Lai Xiang.
As for those below, there was no room left. Jiang Kehan looked at those who were much stronger than her, some of whom were even great witches, and suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
However, the witches only glanced at her with slight surprise before paying no further attention.
However, the Dragon Princess Elliott, who had never met the Prince, looked at Jiang Kehan with curiosity.
Jiang Kehan returned the gaze politely and nodded slightly in greeting.
The Dragon Princess, tall and graceful, wore a fiery red robe, and even her long hair was like a raging fire, seemingly showing off her domineering nature. Among the group of noble princes, she had the most queenly demeanor.
Yes, he also had the broadest mind, which made Jiang Kehan unable to look away for a moment.
With such a broad mind, one can surely embrace all the heroes of the world.
However, Jiang Kehan felt, looking at Long Fei's dignified and beautiful face, that the other woman was just like her, actually lazy at heart, a lazy bum who just drifted along.
Jiang Kehan's lips twitched slightly as she comforted herself, telling herself that it must be a misperception. How could a dignified Dragon Consort be a scoundrel!
If she's a slacker, then paired with the deliberately cute Keva Miller and the scheming Theresa, wouldn't only Eva be making an effort among the four great stars?
For a fleeting moment, Jiang Kehan looked at Eva's long hair with a touch of pity, especially the hair on her forehead.
Thankfully, witches don't lose their hair, otherwise Eva would have lost at least a couple of strands.
But why do I feel like smiling?
Chapter 375 Angelette
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Keva Miller raised her head slightly, then stood up and said to Eva.