roccoschili Chapter 223 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch
Chapter 223 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch
Chapter 223 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch, Part Three
Life offers many choices, and each choice leads to a different outcome.
Whether the outcome is good or bad, you made the choice, and you have a responsibility to be accountable for it. Accept the consequences of your choices; life is that simple. It's just that most of the time, there are no winners, only losers.
But some people are born with no choice. They walk along a predetermined path, knowing full well that they are independent individuals, yet they can only obey and execute the established arrangements.
Like a doll.
This was my mother's arrangement for me. I have never met her, but I know that she was the founder of this kingdom and a famous legendary witch in her time.
She brought me into this world, this world that I hate.
From the moment I opened my eyes and came into this world, everything was white. No matter when, everything around me was silvery white. Life was a cage, and Beatrice was just a microcosm of that cage.
My birth was achieved through the ingenious combination of soul technology and puppet technology.
My actual mother died in childbirth because she couldn't handle the immense magical infusion. How could an ordinary woman withstand the magical infusion of a top witch's entire life?
But thankfully she died. She was truly lucky. If she had lived to see that the child she gave birth to was actually a monster, a doll with a mature mind, what a look of despair she would have shown.
Her real child had actually died while she was pregnant.
And I was born in her place.
My name is Angela. If I remember correctly, in the Garden of Demi-Europe, this name means "angel." But in reality, so-called angels are no different from demons.
When Angela was finally able to walk independently, she met with the old elf.
"Welcome back, Angela." Audrey always seemed to be perpetually sleepy; a thousand years had barely left a wrinkle on her skin, which was truly enviable.
“I am not her,” Angela replied coolly.
Even though she inherited all the memories of that hateful mother, Angela didn't want to acknowledge her from the bottom of her heart—what right did she have to dictate her own life, and why should she be no different from a doll?
I am myself, not that so-called legendary witch revered by all.
That demon.
“I know you’re not her,” Audrey said with a yawn, “but you’re welcome nonetheless. If you don’t mind, I’ll call you Little Angela to distinguish you from her.”
"Whatever you want." Angela didn't want to continue this boring topic.
She had actually thought about escaping. The Flower Witch is the Flower Witch, and she is herself. What does any predetermined plan have to do with her?
But the fact is——
“All sorts of demons roam outside. Don’t go out until you’ve regained your former magical power,” Audrey said. “Whether you accept it or not, you may hate her, but she did leave you a rich magical legacy.”
I'd rather not have it.
“Haha, that’s a good word, but we had no other choice, didn’t we?” Audrey replied. “We all had no other choice, not just you.”
The price of this magical legacy was her own damaged and ailing body, because the imperfections of her magic had caused her to suffer from a disease that even magic could not cure.
In fact, if it weren't for Death's tacit approval, someone like me would have been dealt with by Death long ago.
The souls of the dead should not continue to wander the earth.
Since we can't get out, we can only go with the flow.
Perhaps the initial reason for learning magic was simply to escape one day, but as he discovered his incurable body decaying day by day, the fantasy of escaping one day was shattered.
If I escape, I'll die even faster without the medical technology here.
Perhaps this was the arrangement of that great witch who died long ago, hehe, my dear mother.
As the illusions gradually shattered, all that remained was this scene of utter devastation. The rift had expanded dramatically, and Beatrice's witch army and the demons that had escaped from it had already clashed countless times.
If it weren't for the original arrangement by the witch of fate, these emerging demons would have already turned the human world into a purgatory, and that original time point would have arrived long ago.
Now, fate has changed.
But it only changed things a little bit. The cracks continued to widen, and one day, Beatrice would not be able to hold on any longer. That day is not far off.
The fact that she woke up proved that that day would come soon. She was merely an emergency measure for that demon—as things gradually became irreversible, she wanted to try to stop something with her last bit of strength.
It's ridiculous that they went to hell so easily, leaving me to clean up this mess.
Many times I've thought that maybe I should just go to hell with them.
But ultimately, Angela's fear of death brought her back from the brink. Why would she want to live when it was so painful?
At the age of nine, Angela received the Witch Award, becoming the youngest witch in Beatrice's history. If this record were to spread to the outside world, it would surely cause a sensation.
Those so-called witch geniuses should also feel ashamed and embarrassed.
Although Angela is a cheater to some extent, her magical skills are undeniable.
In just a few years, she swept away all her competitors, becoming the youngest Snow Guard and the second-in-command of the kingdom, serving as the chief governor of the entire kingdom.
If Audrey wanted to, she certainly wouldn't have gotten this position, but this lazy elf just liked to slack off.
The name Angela, after disappearing and fading into obscurity for a thousand years, was awakened once more in Beatrice, etched into everyone's memory. Whether Angela's enemies or ordinary people, all tremble at the mere mention of her name.
Those who opposed her were either thrown into the snow or turned into doll specimens.
She herself couldn't remember how many inhumane things she had done, but if you wanted to climb up, people would die.
"The Fool" was the title she gave herself. She knew too much, yet she couldn't control anything; she was no better than a fool.
This is the city of demons. Demons that roam here often come to Beatrice for a stroll, and there are always some that escape.
The people of Beatrice have endured for nearly a thousand years, engaging in the mending and patching of their lives. They have fought an endless struggle against the demons that constantly emerge from the rifts, without any hope of escape.
This is done in exchange for the illusion of peace in the outside world.
"So, what's the point of all this?" This is the question Angela asks most often.
Why should I sacrifice so much for those who live in comfort and ease?
It's ridiculous that this world needs a demon like her to keep it afloat.