Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 466 Is It Actually an Enemy?

Everything has meaning only when it is needed, but Fei'er denied such meaning with just four simple and cold words. When she said "I don't need it", her expression was definitely calmer than any prosecutor or lawyer Ling'er had ever seen. She was so indifferent to the atrocities happening in front of her that she simply rang the gavel of conviction to fulfill her duty.

A feeling of absurdity surged in Ling'er's heart.

"You mean, a world without magicians, aliens, extraordinary beings, monsters, and even gods is your ideal world?"

"That's right." Fei'er's tone became lighter, and she was happy that Lingge finally understood what she meant: "So we don't need to conquer, and we don't need to rely on cultural, political, economic and other factors to evolve peacefully. It's enough to just eliminate them all, just like now-"

She raised her hand and pointed to the dark swamp blocked by the position. A group of silver-white birds were flying over the top of the mangroves, and flickering fireworks were released from the cannon barrels. The whole forest was set on fire at once, and even the cold and dirty muddy water was burning. In the sky-high flames, figures wailed wildly, fleeing, falling, or simply burying themselves in the swamp. Even if they drowned in the dark and suffocating water, it was better than being torn apart by these cruel artillery fire and blasted into debris.

"How about it, isn't this a spectacular sight?" There was a chilling chill in her casual tone: "The Virtual Root Swamp is the last gathering place for aliens on the Shiqilia Peninsula, and the Silver Moon is the most stubborn resistance force among them. I have never thought of conquering them, and peaceful coexistence is even more of a joke. Only if we eliminate them all today, will the swamp grow lush mangroves on their corpses tomorrow, and then give birth to more life - so you see, they are not that important. The swamp will prosper with or without them, and the world will not stop functioning because of the lack of anyone, Mr. Ling."

Linger found that his lips were a little dry, like the dry earth on the verge of cracking, perhaps because of the scorching flames that broke through the darkness, but in fact the temperature of the fire was far away from here, and he was far from feeling as deeply as every living being in the sea of ​​fire at this moment. Only the cold wind lingered around his nose, and the whistling sound was like sobbing. The leaves around him rustled, and the smallest insect in the bushes also shrank its body as much as possible, fearing that it would be noticed by a pair of extremely cold eyes.

He used all his strength to speak, and his voice was so hoarse that he was surprised at himself: "Your career is really crazy."

"Maybe, but this is the only way to open a new world." Fei Er laughed. People admired her for being so thick-skinned that she could actually laugh out loud in such a situation. "Unfortunately, there are too many people here, and the Eden Project is a top secret within the society, so I can't tell you in detail how wonderful the ideal world it pursues is - you just need to know that our Garden of Eden does not need those self-depraved souls."

"why?"

Project Eden?

A voice suddenly said sadly: "Why do you do this?"

No one can stop this process. It is as simple, inevitable and natural as a ripe apple will fall to the ground and a person will eat when he is hungry.

Lingge was speechless.

Linger had to question the difficulty of the actual operation: "You can't kill all the aliens and magicians. Such an ideal world only exists in the ideal."

From Linwell City to Rostin City, from Nimsher to the Siqilia Peninsula, from the Great Britta Kingdom to the Mindreas Empire, from the Siglia Continent to the East Emperor Fant Continent... The power of the combined forces of the Order spreads throughout the Mirror Star World, and the butcher knife of the Witch Society follows closely. The Crusaders of the Crimson Church sweep away the magicians who are attached to the country and the city-state, and the night watchmen of the Night Habitat harvest the lives of aliens in the shadow corners of the city. The Order Scale of the Inquisition Church walks day and night in the wilderness and mountains where few people go, burying the souls who try to linger. The resistance of the rebels will only remain in words and spirit, while those who truly pursue great causes have actually taken action.

Linger silently memorized this word, and at the same time observed the expressions and movements of the enemies around him, trying to see any hesitation or confusion. But no, whether it was the two philosophers and Langning Lavelle, the core members of the Witch Society, or the magic knights and constructed mechas that surrounded them, their expressions never changed, and their alert postures were highly consistent, as if they were a chess army carved from the same mold. Such an indifferent attitude showed that they were either brainwashed or agreed with Fei'er's rhetoric from the bottom of their hearts. No matter which possibility it was, it made people feel a chill of terror.

Are these guys, members of the Witch Society, all a bunch of lunatics?

"We can." Fei'er's tone of rebuttal was unquestionable, as if he was declaring an established fact or announcing a solid truth: "Because we have already done so."

Saint Charity looked at the girl on the hillside with a sad and complicated look, and the unrestrained expression of emotion was something Linger had never seen in the short time since he knew her. But it should be noted that her expression was neither angry nor questioning, but... disappointment.

It was as if she was standing in a natural and appropriate position, and had a reason to be disappointed with Fei'er's actions. Although what this position represented and where this reason came from, in those vague memories, there was still no answer. At this moment, the shepherdess might have acted based on some instinct inherited long ago.

Fei'er's eyes met hers in mid-air, and she saw that the desolate night had cast a layer of dark sadness on her bright golden eyes. Suddenly, she felt a sense of déjà vu, as if the long-dusted memories began to invade her mind again. She suddenly felt dizzy and rubbed her eyebrows with her hands, trying her best to relieve the melancholy brought by being trapped in the past. This is a common symptom for everyone who has an impression of their past life, which cannot be eliminated or cured. She licked her lips and said in a heavy voice that only she could hear: "It's really like it."

Logically, only she could hear the volume, but Saint Shallia caught her muttering with some spiritual intuition or gifted emotion. She stared at the judge who looked like a young girl, not wanting to miss any change in her words or expression: "Who does she look like?"

Fei Er didn't expect that she would still hear him even though he lowered his voice. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and showed a complicated smile. Then he sighed softly: "Shatis...you are very similar to her."

This was the second time everyone heard this name from her mouth.

Fei Er stared at Saint Xia Liya in a daze. Her expression, her tone, and the way she quietly clenched her palms all felt so familiar.

In my memory, the girl was the same. She always spoke softly and gently, and her eyes were so gentle and peaceful that they seemed to melt people. She never got angry, let alone those around her. She was used to taking all the mistakes of others on herself, thinking that it was because she did not teach her sisters well that they made mistakes. Therefore, when someone was naughty, she would never scold or reprimand them, but would ask sadly like she did just now: "Why do you do such a thing?"

Faced with this sentence, even the most naughty and playful one among them would feel so guilty and sad that he could not breathe, and would cry and admit his mistake to her. Then, she would hold him gently in her arms, stroke his hair, and comfort him softly. He would feel shy, but also have a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.

To be fair, she is indeed a very, very, very good sister. Even to this day, Fei Er still thinks so, and firmly believes that other sisters think so. She ranks relatively low among all the sisters, so she has many sisters. She respects the eldest sister Carabosse, trusts sister Pereike, loves sister Eve, and is willing to confide in sister Aurora... But perhaps the sister she loves the most is always her.

But that is already a very distant thing.

It was so far away that she felt that her thoughts would no longer be dominated by such emotions.

But why did his gaze subconsciously shift away, not daring to look at the girl in front of him with the familiar long green hair and golden eyes?

"If," Saint Xia Liya suddenly asked hesitantly, "if the person standing here right now is not me, but the Miss Xia Tisi you mentioned, would you be willing to listen to her?"

This sentence made Fei'er's heart suddenly clench. She stared at the girl in front of her, convinced that she had no signs of recovering her memory, and the lack of anchor points did not allow it. In this case, why did she ask such a question? Was it a spiritual intuition or a premonition in the dark?

Ah, I actually forgot.

She is the queen of destiny.

Fei Er pulled the corner of her mouth obscurely, and laughed at herself in her heart: "I think... not."

"why?"

"because."

Fei Er paused for a moment, as if to give herself enough time to prepare herself mentally, and then she said slowly, word by word: "Didn't I mention it to you? Miss Xiatise and I——"

"But they are enemies."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)