Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 315 Do you have anything else to say?
"Are you crying, Miss Yieta?" Linger asked her, but there was no response. Only the uneasy silence in the air continued to ferment. The young man knew that she was indeed crying, which was something he could know without using his naked eyes. And such tears were not just wandering in her tired and gloomy eyes, but might flow to the end of the world, exploring the end of loneliness in life.

"You are indeed worthy of crying, but I feel it is not worth it for you." He added, "Because my good intentions were twisted, and those beautiful sacrifices and responsibilities were only exchanged for Mr. David to write a few nonsense words in his notebook that reversed right and wrong. He never thought about revealing the truth, and he never reflected on his own actions. Therefore, until now, the gentleman in front of you who has the same blood as you can speak those words about "hypocrisy" and "self-deception" without guilt. I think his ideas have been nailed down like nails on a board. Even if he knows the truth, I am afraid there will be no change, right? Just like his despicable and shameful ancestor."

"I've had enough of your high-sounding words of justice!" Professor David shouted, with a very obvious cold and contemptuous look: "If you can prove that she is not a hypocrite, then tell me what the truth is? Could it be that the more than one hundred soldiers who died tragically and the Avignon village destroyed by her own hands were all deserved? In this case, you have already found a reasonable excuse for every kind of hypocrisy in the world. I can't win?"

"Whatever you say." Linger looked at Professor David with a calm expression and said softly, "The truth I want to tell you is that the more than one hundred soldiers did deserve it because they did something that Miss Yieta could never forgive. Therefore, the enraged Miss Yieta called for the storm to come and killed them all. It also uncontrollably affected this fragile little village, resulting in what we see today - the ruins of the windmill in Avignon Village."

"Nonsense." David sneered, "There is no such record in any legend or document."

"Don't you have your own thoughts and judgments, professor?" Linger looked at him with a suspicious look. Such a look might make the latter feel humiliated again, but it was also the truest feeling of this young man: "Your blind paranoia has reached a point that I can't imagine. Please think about it carefully. The Kreisov royal family and the Heavenly Cult want to seize the power of the angels, so they chose to cooperate with your ancestor, David, a shepherd in Avignon Village. But what kind of person is David? Is he a true god of Sequence 1, who can confront the angels head-on? Therefore, this choice reveals another deep meaning: We all know that to deal with things without hearts, we use brute force to destroy them, such as smashing stones with hammers and splitting trees with axes; then, to deal with things with hearts, what is the most effective way? The answer is in front of you, that is, emotions. The emotions that angels have, which are different from gods and closer to mortals, will become her most fatal weakness."

The white-haired girl in the windmill trembled, and a trace of confusion appeared in her gray eyes. In the outside world, everyone's eyes were focused on Lingge. After hearing what he said, Alice suddenly realized and shouted: "Ah, I understand! You mean, the shepherd David betrayed the villagers of Avignon Village, causing them to be captured by those soldiers, and then threatened Yieta with the lives of the villagers, hoping to force her to surrender and hand over her power, right?"

In fact, everyone can understand the logic without her explaining it in detail. It’s just that Alice has a hobby or habit. She likes to say these simple inferences out loud. In this way, she wants to appear very smart.

"Where's the evidence?" David repeated coldly with a blank expression on his face: "You said these ridiculous things without considering the rationality of them. Where is the evidence that prompted you to say so?"

He subconsciously clenched the tip of his cane. If he hadn't been in the game, he would have been sweating. "At least the ruins of Avignon Village that I saw, those desolate and dilapidated scenes are right in front of me, and - they were caused by her! When the local legends mentioned that she summoned a storm to destroy the village, was there no resentment and fear in them!?"

When he said this, he shuddered again, because those people we know who are doing bad things but are stubborn enough to do so usually have similar reactions when they sense that the evil impulses in their hearts may be defeated in the long struggle and can no longer overcome the conscience that has been buried for a long time.

The white-haired girl in the windmill tower had her eyes blank, as if she was lost in a kind of melancholy. "Evidence? As much as you want, I mean - you just don't want to admit it."

Ling said calmly: "First of all, the most obvious point is that on the walls of every house in the ruins of the old windmill village, you can find traces of swords and knives. I don't think it is possible that the locals of Avignon have the custom of scratching marks on their houses? Secondly, since the Middle Ages, Avignon Village has never had a clear belief. The locals not only do not believe in the God of the Holy Tianshan Mountain, but also do not believe in other gods. Even for the great wind mentioned in the legend of wind, their attitude is more like worship and respect, rather than fanaticism and following. Why is this happening? I think the only reasonable explanation is that there is a unique existence that replaces the status of gods in the minds of those people, making it impossible for them to tolerate other beliefs, and that existence itself is very close to the villagers of Avignon. Therefore, even if it has a great power beyond mortals, it is not regarded as a god by them, but a more intimate position and a deeper emotion. Can you understand what I mean, Professor David?"

Ling paused for a moment, and then continued, "The last point is that when I went to see old Mr. Norwich this morning, I asked him a question, and he gave me a clear answer, which is: according to the notes left by his ancestors, the storm in the past destroyed the old Avignon village, but at that time, no villagers were injured in the storm. For a storm that is enough to destroy an entire village, don't you think this is incredible?"

"After the old village was destroyed by the storm, the villagers found a new site and rebuilt Avignon. The angel at that time had sunk himself to the bottom of the valley and no longer contacted the world, so the locals lost the favor of the wind, and the windmill industry in Avignon began to decline from then on. However, the ruins of the windmill village we can see in Avignon today are full of tall windmills. They were rebuilt spontaneously by the villagers when they lost the favor of the wind. Is the significance of the existence of those windmills only because the villagers are missing the prosperous scene of the past, rather than to remember and commemorate a soul in the past? Did the person who brought them so much laughter and hope stay silently under those lonely windmills along the trajectory of the wind, and thus live forever in their memory?"

When the angel in the room heard this, he raised his head weakly, covered his cheeks with his hands, covered his body with his wings, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Your ancestor David was also one of these memories, but he chose to escape. And, out of some despicable mentality, he didn't say a word about the truth of the past, and even fabricated and distorted the facts. With his own paranoia and pettiness, he planted a seed of greed for power in the hearts of those whose blood flowed, until it sprouted and blossomed into the fruit of sin. That is you now, Hansen David."

Linger looked at the pale professor and said word by word: "I have told you all the evidence you want. The truth about the legend in the past has now been revealed. So -"

"Do you have anything else to say?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)