Chapter 386: Chapter 324: At Least You Can Act Coquettishly to the Substitute_3
Black Butler: “But if you want to test his humanity, he might become our grandfather.”
Little Witch, shocked: “Is Ash going to marry Grandma?”
Just then, Diya suddenly said, “Liss, I’m willing to trust your judgement.”
Diya’s words shook everyone, not just the Black Butler and the White Queen, but even the Red Death Cultist couldn’t help but speak: “Diya, have you finally admitted that you have the same intelligence level as an eight-year-old?”
Diya: “According to our roles, in reality, Liss, you have the final say, just as I am undoubtedly the boss in the Void Realm. You can completely decide the course of action in reality…”
As Liss’s eyes gradually lit up, Diya added: “But just like you trust Ash, I also trust the Observer and the Sword Maiden, but do you know why I went to learn how to naturally conceal secrets from the Swindler early this morning?”
“Because not exposing secrets means no changes, maintaining the mask we have always had allows us to continue enjoying the current relationships.”
Little Witch, unconvinced: “But revealing them could also lead to good changes, couldn’t it?”
Diya: “Really? In the Void Realm, the Observer might not mind, but the Sword Maiden obviously values the Observer much more than me; in reality, Ash might not have bad intentions toward you, but to help you, he will definitely seek help from the Swindler and the Necromancer, and even if he doesn’t, those two will eventually notice his actions… Those two might not necessarily have any ill intentions towards us, but compared to us, they definitely care more about Ash, just as the Sword Maiden would protect the Observer and become hostile to me.”
“If Ash is willing to oppose the Gospel for you, would you be willing too?”
Liss fell silent, and the White Queen, Black Butler, and Red Death Cultist also remained silent.
Liss: “Should I distance myself from Dad then?”
Diya: “No need, on the contrary, you should continue to use Ash. That’s our original plan. Use his kindness towards you to manipulate him into helping you, but never expose our secrets.”
“We’d rather be using him than let him actively help us. The most terrifying thing about the Gospel is that it can turn the good intentions of the heart into the malice of fate.”
“In the Tower, we’ve already suffered too much from this kind of sorrow. Those who tried to stop us from becoming Armored Saints have become debts we must bear in our souls; those we deceived and fooled, on the other hand, all survived.”
“Until the end of the Weaving Festival, our love is a curse, our trust is poison.”
Little Witch, disheartened: “So Liss can only become a bad witch who lies and uses others?”
“Yes.” Diya: “We’re all bad witches.”
“Sorry.” The White Queen suddenly said, “Instead of giving you a happy life, my sisters and I have made you bear all this.”
“Hey, hey, White, what are you apologizing for?” Black Butler said: “It’s clearly the witch’s fault, what does it have to do with us!”
Red Death Cultist: “Little Black, just shut up.”
“It’s okay!” Liss cheered up: “I am your sister after all; I’m not that easily knocked down. Witch or not, I am originally the Little Witch!”
Liss turned to the Substitute, “Let’s go find the library here…” saying that, a plea appeared on her face: “Can you hold my hand?”
Although she couldn’t be honest with Ash, at least now she could freely be spoiled by Ash’s Substitute.
The Substitute glanced at her and took her small hand.
The dejection on Little Liss’s face disappeared instantly, like a joyful little bunny hopping around.
“Let’s go, help me find which floor the library is on.”
“I’m so tired, just carry me.”
“Help me look up which books mention incarnations of the Gospel, and also find those that narrate the history from a thousand years ago.”
“I’m so sleepy, move slowly.”
“Do you know how to sing?”
Ten minutes later, in the library, the Substitute, while taking out the required books and being mindful of his movements so as not to wake Liss, hummed a nursery rhyme expressionlessly.
Suddenly, he caught sight of a book on the shelf titled “Generational Transmission: The Endless Enslavement of Evil Nobles,” a complex light flickered in his empty eyes.