Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1429 81: The Last Gentleness (Part 2)

My name is Orenna. Are you... my new master?

Where did they go?

One was eaten, and one was used.

The Queen got injured, so she used Miyena. Anna was played to death by the guards, and then, to avoid waste, they ate her.

What do you mean by 'used'?

The Queen was injured, her internal organs had problems, so Miyena was used as a replacement, and that's why Miyena is no longer here.

Are you taking us away? Where to? We can take care of ourselves as long as we have food.

Don't worry, you'll have food.

Memories of the Silkworm Moth Species popped up one by one in the girl's mind, stirring a great deal of pity in her, as well as an appreciation for the purity of these little ones.

As Xi Aiflian's initial creations, these little ones were not perfect artificial species. They had many defects, but they represented Xi Aiflian's original fairy tale-like wishes.

If these Silkworm Moth Species, created by Xi Aiflian, were in question, would this Holy Sword recognize them?

Tilan had no time to continue guessing; she almost instantly used her Space-Time Authority to teleport back to the hidden cave beneath that valley, where she saw the little ones huddled together.

"Even though it's night, the sky outside is bright."

"Everyone seems very scared, and Lord Ores also told us to hide."

"I wonder when Lord Hexia will return."

"The dress I made for Lord Hexia isn't finished yet."

"If only we could always live this way."

"Although everyone at the camp occasionally makes fun of me, I won't be sad with so many companions around."

"The carrot stew smells lovely, but unfortunately, the carrot pieces are finished. I wonder when everyone will return to the prairie."

"I don't know why, but I feel that something terrifying is about to appear." Curled up on the bed in the corner against the wall, cold underground without a campfire, the little ones huddled together, forming a small warm space with their moth wings.

Listening to their conversation, Tilan didn't know why, but she somehow wanted to cry, even though she hadn't cried in a long time.

Why would such a foolish and non-resistant species be born? They live on this planet, and apart from being enslaved, they are used as livestock. Whenever they encounter someone with a little malice, they end up bullied. Yet, a tiny bit of kindness can win them over, and they will always think kindly of others.

According to Celestia's theory of superior species replacing inferior ones, these little ones would surely be eliminated. If the world is inevitably dominated by the strong, then these little ones are destined to live a life of perpetual enslavement.

Even though Tilan understood the world's operational rules, she still felt downhearted. That is, no matter how you started or what wishes you carried, you would ultimately distort into a path of becoming stronger and then ruling over others.

Because if you don't do this, others will, and the final result is that everyone is forced to adapt to this environment, abandoning their original forms.

Celestia was like this, the previous four Black Suns were like this, and even the remnants of mechanical Artificial Angels on this planet were the same. Endless and brutal warfare forced everyone to take the narrowest optimal path to victory, and the final outcome was that, no matter how many people and things with good intentions at the beginning, they would ultimately slip into the abyss, becoming part of the darkness.

If this is the root of all tragedies, then how can one break this cycle...

Tilan walked step by step toward the Silkworm Moth Species huddled in the corner, with the splendid light from the sword in her hand illuminating the dark underground cave.

"It's Lord Hexia!"

"Is it really Lord Hexia?" Some of the Silkworm Moth Species could hardly believe it.

"Lord Hexia has returned, boo hoo." They ran over, somewhat afraid as they looked at the sword in Tilan's hand.

"Lord Hexia..." One of them called the girl's name in a small voice, carefully approaching.

"Orenna, come over here." Tilan gently called her name, inviting her forward.

This Silkworm Moth Lady with snow-white moth wings fluttered her wings, nervously stepping up to Tilan and then looking up at her.

"Try to hold this sword." Tilan slowly crouched down, her hand gently patting the other's head.

"Okay." Orenna, unsure why she was asked to do this, still reached out, cautiously touching the sword.

Her hand, like that of a normal human, emerged from her pure-white linen sleeve, resting gently against the sword's hilt.

Tilan watched as a quiet radiance flowed along the sword's body, with a slight ripple when Orenna held the hilt, but it quickly became calm again.

So Tilan released her fingers, allowing Orenna to lift the sword with both hands. At this moment, Orenna was visibly struggling; seeing she was unable to hold it alone, the other nearby Silkworm Moth Species came over to help, and finally, five little ones together lifted the sword, standing in the dark underground.

The Holy Sword still radiated light, with its golden and silver ornate patterns entwining like vines, illuminating the faces of several Silkworm Moth Species around it.

"Very good." Tilan felt her voice soften considerably, as she slowly closed her eyes.

For some reason, a faint warmth flowed in her heart, a feeling difficult to describe—was it happiness? Delight, comfort, or a gentle serenity.

Indeed, even though Xi Aiflian had been the Black Sun for centuries at the time of creating the 'Tiraphi', this Holy Artifact still accepted these little Silkworm Moth Species before it without rejection.