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Chapter 432: Lanchi Has No Intentions of Deceiving the Demon Tribe
Chapter 432: Lanchi Has No Intentions of Deceiving the Demon Tribe
Facing the powerful demon before her, Sinora couldn't gauge his strength and didn't dare to provoke him. Until she determined his stance, she decided it was best not to probe too deeply.
In the special prison cell, Antanas was the most shocked by the revelation that the Great Lover of Poetry was, in fact, a powerful demon. She stared at the poet in disbelief, wondering when this transformation had occurred.
Antanas's thoughts raced as she tried to recall every moment they had spent together, but she couldn't find any clues or conclusions. She could only marvel at how well the little princess had hidden her true nature, as even after traveling together, she hadn't suspected a thing.
The Great Lover of Poetry didn't offer any explanations to Antanas but instead focused her attention on Sinora beyond the barrier.
"Then, Miss Sinora, please state your desired terms for a deal." The poet spoke politely.
"I only have one question," Sinora replied, her demeanor once again that of a gentle lady. "Do you wish to lead us in restoring our nation, starting with dominating the Protoss Empire?"
Since the poet had boldly disguised herself as a human to infiltrate Helrom Prison and rescue her, it indicated a certain level of infiltration and unique control over humans within the Protoss Empire. Just the fact that she had brought Antanas to heel and had her accompany her here was testament to her capabilities in that regard.
This black-haired, green-eyed demon might just be the new queen they needed.
"...”
The Great Lover of Poetry remained silent for a moment.
Antanas, standing by, watched Sinora and the poet. She had not expected Sinora's wish to be so simple—far simpler than she had anticipated.
All it would take was to tell Sinora that she was willing to lead them in restoring their nation, and she would choose to submit.
However...
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to lead you in restoring your nation. I'm tired of seeing innocent people get hurt," the poet replied, shaking her head in denial.
"...What a pity," Sinora said, a hint of regret in her smile. "Even if it means fighting you today or dying at your hands, I won't follow you."
Her expression conveyed both disappointment and a touch of admiration. At least the poet had shown her respect and hadn't tried to deceive or placate her.
Even as Sinora prepared herself for what she thought might be her final battle, she still couldn't sense any hostility from the black-haired, green-eyed demon.
"What if, instead of restoring the nation of the demon tribe, we transformed the Protoss Empire into a place where humans and demons could coexist harmoniously? Would that not be acceptable?" The poet proposed, deep in thought.
"What are you talking about?" Sinora asked, her voice hesitant as she gazed at the poet in confusion.
Even the previous Demon King had never conceived of such an idea. It sounded wonderful, but it wasn't realistic. Neither humans nor demons would agree to it, and there was no possibility of both sides working together to make it happen.
The strong killed the weak, the strong conquered the weak, and the strong enslaved the weak—that was the natural order of things.
"I am working to change the Protoss Empire and its systems," the poet explained, her eyes calm and confused. "I dream of a day when the valleys shall be exalted, and the mountains and hills made low; the crooked places shall be made straight, and the rough places smooth; and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together."
"...”
Sinora couldn't tell if the poet was serious or had gone completely mad. Such words coming from a human might be deemed naive and idealistic, but coming from this unsettling black-haired, green-eyed demon, they only filled Sinora with a sense of twisted chaos.
"Let's say you could actually make it happen... If the demon tribe were to just let it go at that, would it really be fair? Don't you think that humans have also gone too far? Isn't our desire for revenge in line with the natural order of things for our demon tribe?" Sinora asked, her silence speaking volumes.
The poet might have efficient and effective strategies, but that wasn't what Sinora wanted.
The Great Lover of Poetry simply looked at Sinora with a calm expression, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Their gaze lasted so long that Sinora couldn't fathom what the poet was thinking.
"It's not appropriate for me to discuss this matter, given my position, so I can't answer you," the Great Lover of Poetry finally said slowly. "Once the chain of vengeance starts, it won't stop, and the ideal I want to achieve must be based on the premise of no war. There are no winners in war, only losers."
"Are you saying that the best choice for us demons now is to tuck our tails and pretend to be humans, meekly going along with them to survive?" Sinora asked, her voice tinged with rare anger.
She was aware that the other's voice carried a magical quality that made her emotions fluctuate uncontrollably, but she was certain that these were her true feelings, and she didn't hesitate to reveal her stance. She would rather wait in this prison for an opportunity for the demon tribe to regain its nation, even if it meant dying, than agree to give up the Great Demon Tribe's dignity and live a compromised life!
"...”
The Great Lover of Poetry didn't answer immediately but continued to look at Sinora, as if sensing her emotions, until her gaze made Sinora involuntarily avert her eyes.
"Sinora, for a long-lived demon, you must understand a principle. Having convictions can sometimes bring healing, but it can also lead to harm. It can sustain you through difficult times, but if you become too entrenched, you may also become lost because of it."
The poet looked up, as if gazing at the light within the prison cell, and mused, "If you're tired, then rest, because convictions are not meant to burden us."
"I..."
Sinora stared at the poet's face, unwilling to follow her gaze.
Finally, she bit her lip and lowered her eyes.
She didn't want to let go, and she dared not let go.
"I know you're right... but what's wrong with my thoughts?"
"Sinora, regardless of the species, there are many things in life that are inherently unfair. If you encounter injustice and respond by igniting the flames of vengeance, disrupting the order, and starting an even more intense conflict, do you truly believe you are helping the demon tribe? You need to think carefully about this question before deciding whether to resort to the worst means."
"...”
Sinora opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.
In her concept of the world, there was no concept of "forgiveness," only temporary "endurance."
The poet's question went beyond her understanding and delved far deeper than anything she had ever considered.
So much so that she couldn't articulate what this vengeance was truly for.
"...”
"I don't have access to the latest intelligence from the surface, but I can guess what life is like for the demon tribe now. I want to use vengeance to wash away the shame and uphold the dignity and freedom of the demon tribe. This is worth risking my life for, and if there's a chance of success, I will do it."
Sinora pondered for a long time before arriving at some sort of answer, seeking guidance from the poet.
"Then, what happens after you defeat the Protoss Empire?"
The Great Lover of Poetry smiled, sighed, and then posed a new question.
Then, she fell silent.
But the look in her eyes, filled with resignation, seemed to be asking Sinora: And then, will the demon tribe regain its former glory? Will we finally be able to live the life we want?
"I... I'm not sure, but I think it would be better than now," Sinora said in a low voice.
She didn't understand what the poet was thinking, the contemplation in those emerald green eyes.
But if she didn't figure out this question, she wouldn't be able to calm the turmoil within her.
"...”
Antanas, standing by, furrowed her brows as she watched the exchange between the Great Lover of Poetry and Sinora.
Earlier, on the fourth basement level, she hadn't realized it, but this black-haired, green-eyed individual seemed to possess a unique talent for emotional connection, coupled with an odd magical sound ability that could manipulate others' emotions.
Just through words, Antanas could see that Sinora, who had once been steadfast in her convictions, was now starting to waver and become entranced by the poet's eyes, seeking an answer.
And Sinora herself was oblivious to this change.
(End of Chapter)
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