There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

It was not until the Witch King told her the truth himself that she had to accept the fact.

"Your Originium skills are unique, 'Angel' from Lateran."

Easily seeing through Arturo's heart, the Witch King revealed the truth she had been pursuing.

“You hope to use your music to help people free themselves and face their inner selves, just like polishing an instrument.”

"You are trying to guide them to fill their gaps and become stronger in spirit..."

Volume 8: Chapter 80: The War Begins

"But, Sakota, the results of your performances are usually not satisfactory."

"You should know that emotions are not enough to guide most people's actions. Following one's heart completely will lead to bad consequences. I believe you have a deep understanding of this."

Tapping the throne with his fingertips, Herhunzollon raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of ridicule.

This is not a mockery, but a condescending attitude towards something.

Young children cannot control their own strength, and when they control weapons, the first people to be hurt are often the people around them.

Even though this wasn't their intention,...

What is done is done, there is no reason to escape or get rid of it.

"The Creator is cunning. He has arranged for every house to be crushed by wind and snow."

"You have witnessed so much, experienced so much, and you believe so strongly in your own power that you try to help more people understand themselves."

"It's very similar to the empathy of the Sakota, but it's completely different. You try to get them to connect with each other, regardless of race or identity, but... you forget one thing: they are human beings, and since they are human beings, they can be influenced."

"They have their own thoughts, emotions, and dreams. If you force them to be bound together, you will do nothing but let them be swept up in each other's arms."

"You're just blindly looking for answers from others, Sakota. Why don't you look within yourself?"

The fingertips that were knocking on the throne suddenly stopped. The Witch King closed his eyes slightly, and a light and shadow emerged in the depths of his eyes. It was the life of an individual named Arturo.

Her pain, her confusion, her doubts, everything was exposed before the king.

"You're...playing me?"

"Since I came to your throne you have been..."

Feeling something strange in his body, Arturo was happy but also a little scared.

The feelings hidden deep in her heart that she had "sealed" reappeared.

"That's how you understand it, audience, in Pavillon, everything is mine and mine to use."

"I see..."

After taking in Arturo's past, the Witch King showed an expression of understanding.

"Sakota, if emotions were tangible, you would be the most fulfilled individual I have ever seen. But why are you so empty?"

"You see yourself as a mirror, reflecting the joys and sorrows of others. No... you are not such a pure individual. You have turned yourself into a container."

"Your feelings are overwhelmed by the emotions of others, and you feel the same way, but you don't know anything about it."

The Witch King's words were like a pair of invisible hands, reaching deep into her heart and grabbing out the part of her that was hidden in the past.

Show no mercy.

"You entangle yourself in untying the bonds of others, and you are incredibly close to... chaos."

“This is your reality.”

"Your Majesty the Witch King..."

After the discomfort in her mind dissipated and Arturo managed to stand with the help of the cello, she opened her mouth to continue asking questions.

The Witch King's answer was too vague. This was the answer she had found during her journey. She did not accept it, so she came to find him.

But now the king told her that she had already got the answer...

This is too far-fetched, too... unwilling.

"The time is up, and I will not respond to your request for verification."

Raising his hand, Herhunzollon looked at the twin queens who were secretly casting a spell in the distance, and with a wave of his finger, he moved Arturo away.

Then, he slowly stood up from the throne, his robe still dragging on the ground, and began to move with his steps.

"Now that you have come to my Pavillon, come forward, twins."

"I remember you."

There was an inexplicable light flashing deep in the Witch King's eyes, which was the flow of magic.

He still remembered the shame of being knocked off his throne and the pain of having his horns cut off. Everything that had happened was vivid in his mind.

Now, he has a second chance!

"Heh... Herhunzollon, you really are attached to this throne."

With a grin, Hildegarde held her sword in front of Liselotte.

"Twenty-three years ago, before Hildegarde and I stormed through this gate, you sat majestically upon the throne. Those ministers who prostrated themselves at your feet because of a decree had their souls slowly torn apart by your melody. Even so, they dared not move, and you didn't even bother to look down at them."

The golden shield stood before him, and Liselotte's light blessed everyone around him, even the descendants of the Witch King, Black Key.

"Look at your attire... Twins, are you now calling yourselves the Emperor of Leithania?"

After taking a look at the twins' attire, the Witch King's eyebrows raised involuntarily.

"Those idiots painstakingly crafted a weapon based on others' ideas, only to have it backfire after completing its mission. How foolish!"

"funny..."

When he thought about how he had once been defeated by such a pair of twins, Herhunzollon couldn't help but shake his head.

"We are indeed born from your technique, but our flesh and blood and abilities were born from the idle ambitions of the nobles."

"But that's why we remain loyal to Leitania."

"Then answer me..."

Ruthlessly interrupting Liselotte's "long speech", the Witch King impatiently waved his hand and said: "What is the current state of Leithnia, the one you are loyal to?"

"Hildegarde and I do not pride ourselves on our achievements, Hercules."

"At least, when the people of Trilintelme look up, they see a brilliant sunset, not dark clouds filled with the smell of blood and iron."

"We hope so, and we do so."

Like a student, Liselotte answered the Witch King's questions perfectly.

Hildegard beside her tried to step forward and start a fight several times, but was stopped by her every time.

Facing her best friend's doubts and confusion, Liselotte simply shook her head calmly: "It's not time yet."

Not everyone is here yet.

"Innocent."

Hearing Liselotte's answer, Herhunzollon sneered, "Are you going to continue weaving illusions to obscure your ability to see the truth?"

“Humanity is bound by so-called rules. We are in a cage and we don’t know the truth.”

"You are confused and short-sighted. What kind of future can you give to Leitania?"

"Twins, your power is greater than ever. Everything I have long since renounced is stronger than when I renounced it."

"But you never discovered yourselves, you never found... freedom, you gave up... your human identity."

"Leitania's sword and shield should be more than just a sword and shield."

As the Witch King said this, the robe he was wearing disappeared, and instead, a piece of armor appeared. It was outlined with intricate patterns, and the fluctuations of magic flowed inside.

"Twins, and audiences!"

"You have come before the throne, to seek my testimony and to judge me."

"Only humans can judge humans, and only kings can judge kings."

"If you defeat me, then you must reach the realm that I cannot reach and realize my unfulfilled vision!"

"Even if hope dies, even if eternity dies!"

"It is only the end and final sound of Herhunzollon!"

"Leitania will surely shine brighter than hope!"

"Letania will surely last longer than eternity!"

The king fell into hysteria and roared with all his might. Herhunzollon's eyes were bloodshot, and his words were scattered across the wasteland, turning into angry thunder and dust.

Coming!

"hide!!!"

Talina pulled Viviana and hid behind a pillar. An ice wall stood in front of them, blocking the oncoming yellow sand.

Herhunzollon's sudden attack caught everyone around him off guard, except for the twin queens who were well prepared.

Magical light flowed around the two of them. The seemingly frail Liselotte rushed ahead, and Hildegard followed behind with a sword in hand.

They ignored the Witch King's attacks, even though they were cut with countless wounds on their bodies, they would never retreat.

Because...you only have one chance!

Liselotte's eyes were fixed on the sky, not on the enemy in front of her.

She was waiting. She wanted to see how long that person could hide!

Finally, when they were stopped by the Witch King's attack, the people who had been hiding could not help but take action.

Black threads fluttered down from the sky, like raindrops connected into lines under the night sky, covering Herhunzollon.

At the same time, a harsh and sharp voice sounded: "Herhunzolun, you old man..."

"Even death doesn't make me feel at peace!"

Volume 8: Chapter 81: Transaction

The sound of war drums struck people's hearts, and their blood boiled involuntarily.

Even if she was just standing far away, Talina was planning to rush up and join the battle immediately.

"Is this... the Witch King's performance? It's truly terrifying."

Suppressing the desire to fight in her heart, Talina calmed her breathing, her eyes glancing out uncontrollably.

The aftertaste alone was so powerful, she couldn't even imagine how powerful it would be when facing it head-on.

The most important thing now is to leave here and find a way to escape, rather than fighting with the Witch King. She has no reason to go up.

The Twin Queens wanted to fight because they couldn't hide. From the moment they entered, they were destined to continue the battle with the Witch King that they had fought twenty-three years ago.

But she was different, she wasn't from Leithania.

To put it bluntly, even if the Gemini Queen was defeated, it had nothing to do with her. She could just run away and there was no need to fight to the death.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, so it is not her turn to sacrifice herself.

Of course, all this is based on the premise that she can find a way to leave here. If she can't get out, she can't guarantee that the Witch King will be kind enough to let them go after dealing with the Gemini Queens.

"Spell...spell...a loophole, this shouldn't happen... With such a strong spell fluctuation, a loophole should have appeared long ago."

Using all her "lifelong learning", Talina tried her best to find a possible exit and kept moving Viviana around.

The Witch King, the Twin Queens and the suddenly appearing Fremont are fighting fiercely. If you don't leave now, you will have no chance later.

By the way, take Maria with you before you leave.

After knocking her head, Talina's eyes lit up.

She found a relatively weak point. If she could break through it, maybe she could get out!

Thinking of this, Talina calmed down, with flames lingering in her palms, and carefully reached towards the exit.

The flames had just approached when the weak point found by Talina was suddenly broken, and a furry head poked out from inside.

"Let me tell you, I'm the best among all the liches. When it comes to magic, no one can hurt me... Ouch!"

Ermengarde, who was chatting with people below, poked her head out of the cave and happened to bump into Talina's hands.

Draco's flames were extremely aggressive and quickly "took root" in Ermengarde's head, ushering in a second spring.