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“I don’t need your approval, Keva Miller.”
"But you're still welcome back, my old friend."
"I have prepared a gift for you."
Chapter 441 is too perverted, the witch
"Gift?"
Keva Miller chuckled. If Jiang Kehan were here, she would be very surprised, because this was the first time the other party had so openly expressed her disdain.
And, hostility from the depths of the soul.
Sophia raised her head slightly, still not getting up, letting a few petals and shimmering powder fly out from the illusory sea of flowers, obscuring her figure.
But her expression was enough to transcend all of that, making her unforgettable and turning the unrestrained sea of flowers into a delicate embellishment.
"Yes, a gift."
She spoke casually, without even glancing at Keva Miller.
“I know you have reservations about me, just as other great minds harbor some degree of doubt about me.”
"But you know, I never care."
At this point, Sophia actually chuckled softly, like the morning light piercing through the darkness, giving life while cruelly igniting flames.
She glanced back at Keva Miller, casually patted her skirt, and stood up.
"I am a witch who doesn't listen to people, both in the past and now."
"If you hate me, I will only feel happy because you are right, but please understand one thing."
"I will never change my attitude because of other people."
Whether you call her arrogant or stubborn, it's inaccurate to describe Sophia; she's simply someone who doesn't listen to others.
Even Angela, who was once hailed as a tyrant, would still humbly listen to the opinions of her subordinates, consider them, and ultimately decide whether to implement them and how to implement them.
But Sophia doesn't listen to anyone's opinions, whether good or bad.
She was always taking action, and she was always just informing others, not caring what they would do or how they would react.
Because Sophia will forcefully bring everything back to the "right track" she wants.
This is why the knights who were once loyal to her became restless and even rebelled, drawing their swords—originally symbols of loyalty—against her.
That's why she willingly went into slumber after ascending to the throne of the Demon Queen.
However, So far, Sophia has proven her abilities, and what she has done is still the right thing to do.
But what if she's wrong...? Who can bear the consequences?
This is the source of Keva Miller's hostility towards Sophia; they are inherently incompatible. No, strictly speaking, those who are inherently compatible with Sophia have not yet been born.
"So, I'm just informing you of this gift; you don't actually have the right to refuse it."
Sophia shrugged, her tone gentle, but her words were anything but.
Keva Miller frowned, looked at the other person coldly, and said.
"So what exactly is this gift? If it doesn't suit my taste, don't blame me for throwing it away."
"You'll be satisfied." Sophia clapped her hands, her smile growing even more delightful.
Suddenly, Keva Miller looked behind her and saw a petite witch with a tired expression appear at the entrance of the royal court, yawning.
However, her face was unusually gentle, filled with selfless maternal love.
“Long time no see.” When Keva Miller turned around, she smiled, but her eyes were filled with longing. “My child.”
Keva Miller hesitated for a moment before glancing back at Sofia, who was clearly watching the show, before slowly suppressing her shock and looking at her "mother".
"Are you the world?"
Keva Miller was undoubtedly hatched from a witch's egg, but she actually had more than one nominal "mother".
From the moment she was born, the world has always been by her side, lovingly caring for her.
But how can the world consciousness become a witch? What terrible things have you all done?!
Keva Miller stared at the other person in disbelief, suddenly gaining a new understanding of the witch's morals.
The witch's infection is unlikely to have an effect on beings without a physical body, unless one deliberately uses their own blood to create a body for the other and then slowly "cultivates" it.
The simplest way to cultivate this spirit is through emotional connection.
Therefore, Keva Miller found it difficult to look directly at the world witch with her benevolent gaze, and even considered running away.
That's so twisted, you witch.
The World Witch frowned, clearly guessing what Keva Miller was thinking. She helplessly covered her forehead and explained.
“Strictly speaking, you can call me by my name—Edenia.”
“My birth wasn’t so sordid. After you completely transformed the entire witch universe, I acquired the theoretically required witch-like body.”
"As for the transformation of consciousness, let time take its course."
During the Imperial Era, because Sophia deliberately fell into a deep sleep, the major empires began a frenzied military competition, and every space in the entire Witch Universe, which is now the Imaginary Realm, was stained with the color of magic.
Thus, the world consciousness, which already had a tendency to become witch-like, began a long period of self-cultivation.
Her birth occurred after the imperial era.
Keva Miller visibly relaxed, but this was followed by a long silence and shock.
Even her hands were trembling slightly.
"How is my gift?" Sophia asked with a faint smile, as if looking down at someone.
"The cliff that once blocked your path has vanished, and the gates of the end have opened for you. Do you still wish to wallow in sorrow and the past?"
"Keva Miller".
Keva Miller's path to the end was because she deliberately avoided it, unwilling to harm the whole world.
But now, the world has become a witch, and there are no more obstacles in her path.
For a moment, Keva Miller even doubted Sophia's intentions, so she asked.
"And what's the price, Sophia?"
"And what is the position you've arranged for me in advance?"
Sophia shrugged slightly and spoke casually.
“Go and take Edenia’s place, Keva Miller.”
"The world has become a witch, but why can't a witch become the world?"
"And...you want to protect the hearts of more witches, and remain steadfast, don't you?"
Edenia gave Keva Miller an apologetic smile and spoke wearily.
"Well, as you can see, I am only halfway to the end now. It has become difficult to guard the imaginary village, and then the times have begun to move forward again."
"The witch's center has shifted from the imagined world to the ideal world, and I am beginning to feel powerless."
“We need you, Keva Miller.”
I can't refuse, and I don't want to refuse.
Keva Miller stared at the two of them in silence for a long time.
Sophia, however, remained calm and composed, sipping her tea which she had somehow produced, paying no further attention to Keva Miller.
Because she knew that the outcome would never slip out of her grasp.
Chapter 442 A Long-Awaited Reunion
Ariel leaned over her desk, her quill pen gliding lightly across the pristine white paper, leaving behind ink marks that conveyed her longing.
She actually didn't like letters, since terminal communication that could transcend distance was far faster and more convenient than letters.
But now, Ariel has learned the drawbacks of terminal communication—if longing accumulates, the short chat window is rather stingy.
Even if information can accumulate, the thoughts from different times crowding together can confuse the other person and prevent them from fully appreciating the emotions within.
Therefore, Ariel chose letters.
Moreover, without realizing it, I developed the habit of writing a letter every week, even though these letters were difficult to send.
"I wonder where Jiang Kehan has gone. Even Meowball Express can't reach her. Sigh."
Ariel stopped what she was doing, puffed out her cheeks, and sighed.
Golden sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing her in its glow, like a pale golden veil draped over Ariel as she lay sprawled on the table, as if trying to embrace her.
However, the hesitation in her eyes did not dissipate because of the warmth of the sunlight; instead, it became even more profound.
“He was clearly an idiot. I had to teach him how to socialize, let alone anything else. In the end, he just left without saying a word, without discussing it with anyone.”
"Can't you take me with you? After all, two people are better than one."
Ariel complained somewhat, but she knew in her heart that she was just a little worried.
After all... Jiang Kehan has been gone for almost half a year, and there has been no news of her since.
Thinking about this gave Aier a headache. She opened her drawer and stuffed the unfinished letter into a bulging pile of envelopes addressed to Jiang Kehan.
Then, she took out a piece of paper that had been opened countless times but was protected without any creases, which was placed near the pile of envelopes.
The note read: "Please do not worry, Jiang Kehan is growing through a special adventure. Also, I hope you like the gift I gave you, Miss Ariel—Eldek Andrea von Clara."
The short message was delivered to Ariel by a true witch, who dispelled her suspicion that Jiang Kehan had been kidnapped.
However, the above text didn't mention when Kehan would be able to return, which was rather rudimentary.
So even if the gifts sent by the other party were exceptionally valuable, they could not dispel the sorrow and longing in Ariel's heart.
"Solitaire remained silent after learning the news, and it's unclear where she went with the Witch Organization, but..."
"I always felt that she was somewhat disappointed in herself. Sigh, Jiang Kehan."
"When you come back, how will you deal with these lingering emotional entanglements?"
Ai Li'er pouted, wanting to tap Jiang Kehan on the head to see what was inside.