roccoschili Chapter 222 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch
Chapter 222 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch
Chapter 222 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch, Part Two
Beatrice died.
The teacher fell into a deep, eternal sleep. This time, she didn't lie to me.
Angela sat silently on her throne, gazing at the snow-covered land. The royal guards were also puppets; in fact, most of the people in the kingdom were puppets.
She hasn't been idle all these years. While others might struggle to survive in the frigid lands, she is a one-in-a-million witch. Her dolls can help her accomplish many things, such as serving as her eyes.
Several years was enough time for her to thoroughly explore her surroundings. Things that her teacher couldn't explain, she had to investigate herself; everything would leave clues.
Persistence pays off. She roughly found the hidden danger the teacher mentioned. Although the hidden danger seemed very small, the teacher must have had a reason for choosing this place.
The term "rift" is incomprehensible to most people who are not highly academically literate; even among members of the Magic Integration Association, the vast majority had never heard of it.
Because it is so rare, it has not had any significant impact on people's lives to date.
The people who first discovered the rift only regarded it as a source of magical energy, but the creatures infected by the magic within became inexplicably irritable. Generally, territorial groups of monsters may become extremely aggressive after absorbing the violent magic energy emanating from it.
Some kingdoms experience beast tides every few years, which may be caused by the Rift.
But later, some scholars witnessed a grotesque winged creature emerge from the crack—a demon, an evil species that actually came out of the crack.
Thus, the rift was officially defined as the entrance through which demons come to the human world.
This has never been confirmed, but Angela knows it is true. Because Met acknowledges this view, He and His colleagues were originally born in the Rift—the Rift is called Hell by the Grim Reapers, who maintain the dynamic balance of souls by placing the souls harvested from the human world there.
The rift, in a way, is a passage that accidentally forms between hell and the human world.
The Creator always leaves behind inexplicable bugs. Although most bugs are fixed over thousands of years, some bugs always get worse.
This would be a disaster for humanity.
But it doesn't matter to the world. Humans are just a part of this continent. What does it matter to the world whether humans or demons are left in the end?
The existence of the rift convinced Angela that their future enemies would be the demons emerging from it. The rift was currently very small; if it weren't for Angela, no one would have noticed this tiny opening.
But Angela firmly believed that the crack would grow larger. Perhaps the teacher was thinking about how to plug the gap, but it is clear that the teacher did not come up with a good solution until his death.
There are too many things that magic cannot control.
What are rifts? How are they formed? What is hell really like? These are all unsolved mysteries, and it's impossible to repair such rifts through mere theoretical discussions.
Angela spent her entire life searching for the answer but never found it.
Just like the progress of magic, in the beginning, even a small spark was a great breakthrough for people, because magic could make it easy to start a fire, and people began to get used to eating cooked food.
The witch who first learned magic could never have imagined that magic would flourish so much thousands of years later.
Thousands of years from now, when people look back at the magicians of Angela's era, they will continue to marvel at the speed at which magic has developed.
These things take time to accumulate and cannot be achieved overnight.
Cracks are a completely unfamiliar area; let alone figuring out how to plug them, even understanding them is extremely difficult.
Mo himself didn't know much either; He was just an employee, so why would He need to know so much theoretical knowledge?
Everything depends on Angela and Beatrice's researchers to work hard and overcome it.
But Angela never got her answer until her later years.
Teachers die, and so does she; that's perfectly normal.
Even elves eventually return to dust—but compared to the long lifespan of elves, human lifespan is far too short.
In the icy wilderness, even the slightest ailment can be magnified. As she aged and her health declined, Angela fell seriously ill. Her health had never been robust to begin with, and the trauma of her childhood destined her to die young.
"What kind of coffin do you need?" Audrey stood expressionlessly beside Angela; her words always sounded ominous.
The person isn't even dead yet, but some narrow-minded people might be furious to death upon hearing this.
"Just bury her directly, no need for a coffin." Angela was too weak to move due to her illness. It was truly saddening to hear that the once-glorious Flower Witch had met such an end. Unfortunately, few people would know this.
“You’re more open-minded than I thought. Most people are actually quite afraid of death, including teachers. She’s number one in fear of death,” Audrey said with a smile.
"Are you afraid of dying too?" Angela blinked and asked.
“I’m different. I’ve seen too much, and life has become a bit dull. Death is just another way of living. Besides… if nothing unexpected happens, I’ll live for a very, very long time. If you have descendants, you might even see me a thousand years from now,” Audrey said.
"After I die, everything will be in your hands," Angela said.
“I’m not reliable, so don’t count on me,” Audrey said. “I might wake up one morning to find my house gone.”
It's only because Angela is broad-minded that she didn't get so angry she fainted. I said, "What about your will? Even if you can't fulfill it, couldn't you at least give me a positive answer to put my mind at ease?"
"Never mind, I knew it," Angela said.
We can't rely entirely on this lazy sprite; she has a secret weapon of her own.
Aside from studying the rift, she devoted her entire life to the research of puppet technology. Regarding the question of the difference between a person and a puppet, she always believed that people and puppets were the same.
Although, in all honesty, this is somewhat immoral, but...
Forgive her for the mistakes of this dying woman. Someday in the future, someone will be born who will inherit all her memories, and become her doll to replace the personality of the unborn child.
She didn't think it would necessarily change anything, but she was determined to try everything she could.
This is her masterpiece, a culmination of all her puppetry skills; the person is the puppet—if it weren't for various limitations, it might have been even more perfect.