NOVPUBSinola couldn’t gauge the strength of the Great Demon Clan member in front of her, nor did she dare to provoke him. Until she could confirm his stance, she decided it would be best not to probe too deeply.
However, in the Sinola Special Prison Cell, compared to Sinola, Antanas was the most shocked about the reveal of the Great Love Poet being a part of the Great Demon Clan.
She stared at the Great Love Poet in disbelief, not understanding when she had become a member of the Great Demon Clan!
Antanas’ thoughts were in turmoil as she tried to recall every moment she had spent with the figure, but she couldn’t find any clues or conclusions.
All she could think was that the little princess had hidden herself too well; she had not noticed anything amiss despite their long journey together.
The Great Love Poet didn’t explain anything to Antanas at first, and only looked at Law Breaker Sinola across the barrier.
"Please put forth your trade demands then, Miss Sinola."
The Great Love Poet said politely.
"I only have one question, do you want to lead us to reclaim our kingdom? Starting from taking over the Protoss Empire."
Sinola, regaining her calm and refined lady-like demeanor, asked the Great Love Poet.
Since she could boldly disguise herself as a human to infiltrate Herram Prison and save her, it indicated that she had already infiltrated the Protoss Empire to some extent and possessed unique ways to manipulate humans.
Just being able to bring Antanas into submission, and having brought Antanas to see her, was enough to demonstrate her capabilities.
This black-haired, green-eyed member of the Great Demon Clan might become their new queen.
"..."
The Great Love Poet was silent for a moment.
Antanas, who was watching Sinola and the Great Love Poet, didn’t expect that Sinola’s wish would be so simple.
Much simpler than she had originally thought.
Just by telling Sinola now that she is willing to lead them to reclaim their kingdom, she would choose to submit.
But then.
"I’m sorry, I don’t want to lead you to reclaim your kingdom, I am tired of seeing innocent people get hurt."
The Great Love Poet shook her head, denying the question.
"…That’s a shame. Even if I have to fight you today or die by your hand, I won’t go with you."
Sinola answered with a small regretful smile.
She was both disappointed and a little appreciative.
At least the other party had given her enough respect, and had not tried to deceive or appease her.
Even in preparation for what might be their final fight, she still couldn’t detect any hostility from this black-haired, green-eyed demon.
"What if we transform the Protoss Empire into a land where humans and the Demon Race can coexist harmoniously, would that not be acceptable?"
The Great Love Poet considered her words before presenting her idea to Sinola.
"What are you talking about?"
Sinola’s voice hesitated as she looked at her, confused.
Even the previous Demon King hadn’t dared to entertain such a vision. It sounded lovely, but it wasn’t realistic.
Neither humans nor the Demon Race would agree to this, and there was no chance of both sides cooperating to implement this.
The strong kill the weak, the strong conquer the weak, and the strong enslave the weak — this was an inevitable natural law.
"What I mean is that I am trying to change the Protoss Empire, to change its system. I dream that one day the valley will rise, the mountains will lower, the rough roads will become smooth, the holy light will bloom, and illuminate the world."
"..."
Sinola didn’t understand whether the other party was serious or utterly insane.
If a human were to say these things, they might seem naïve and lovely. But when coming from this ominous black-haired, green-eyed member of the Great Demon Clan, it only left Sinola with a sense of twisted chaos.
"Assuming you could actually do that…if the Demon Race is simply meant to fade away, would that be fair? Don’t you think humans have also crossed lines? Isn’t our desire for retribution in line with the principles of our Demon Race?"
Sinola fell silent for a moment, voicing her deepest doubts.
The other party may have effective strategies, but they were not what she wanted.
All the while, the Great Love Poet just looked at Sinola with a calm and slightly puzzled face.
After staring at each other for a while, Sinola struggled to understand her opponent’s intention for quite some time.
"... From my position, discussing this issue is not appropriate, so I can not answer you."
The Great Love Poet eventually said softly,
"Once the chains of revenge begin, they do not stop, and the ideal I want to achieve must be based on the premise of no war. In war, there are no victors, only losers."
"So according to you, the best choice for our Demon Race now is to tail between our legs, pretend to be a human, and live resignedly under their control?"
Sinola asked with a rare hint of anger in her voice.
She knew the other party’s voice carried a certain magic power, which made her mood uncontrollably fluctuate. But she was certain these were her true feelings, and she was not afraid to reveal her stance. She would rather wait in this prison for the opportunity of the demon race’s restoration until death than agree to go to the surface and give up the dignity of the Great Demon Clan to survive!
"..."
The Great Love Poet did not answer her immediately, just continued to look at Sinola as if sensing her emotions, until Sinola unconsciously avoided her gaze, diverting her eyes.
"Sinola, as a member of the Demon Race who has lived a long time, you must understand one thing. Faith at times can be healing, but it can also hurt us. It can support you to keep living, but if you get too immersed in it, you might lose yourself."
The Great Love Poet looked up, as if looking at the light in this cage, seemingly talking to herself,
"If you’re tired, rest. Because faith is not supposed to be a burden."
"I..."
Sinola focused on the Great Love Poet’s cheek, refusing to follow her gaze.
Finally, with a determined look, she lowered her eyes.
She didn’t want to let go, nor did she dare to.
"I know you are right, but what’s wrong with my thinking?"
"Sinola, in a lifetime, there are many things that are completely unfair to any creature. If you ignite the flames of revenge to disrupt order every time you encounter something unfair, and then provoke an even fiercer war, do you think you are definitely helping the Demon Race? You need to think about this question first, then decide whether to use the worst means."
"..."
Sinola was about to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.
In her understanding, there’s really no "forgiveness", only temporary "tolerance".
The other side’s counter-question was a bit beyond her comprehension and much deeper than anything she had considered.
So much so that she couldn’t accurately answer why she wanted revenge in the first place.
"..."
"I don’t really understand the real situation above ground, but I can roughly guess what life is like for the Demon Race now. I want to use revenge to wash away disgrace, maintain the dignity and freedom of the Demon Race, this is worth risking my life for. As long as there is a chance of victory, I will do it."
After thinking for a while, Sinola seemed to have got some answers, and said to the other party as if seeking advice.
"Then what do you do after you defeat the Protoss Empire?"
The Great Love Poet let out a sigh with a smile on her face, quickly throwing a new question at her.
Then, he stopped talking.
But those eyes full of helplessness seemed to ask Sinola: Will the glory of the Demon Race be restored then?
Will they then be able to live the life they want?
"I... am not sure, but I believe at least it would be better than now."
Sinola answered in a deep voice.
She didn’t understand what the other was actually thinking deep down in those green eyes, or if they actually had an answer.
But if she didn’t figure out this issue, even she herself couldn’t quell the turmoil within her heart today.
"..."
At the side, Antanas was sporadically frowning as he watched the Great Love Poet and Sinola.
He hadn’t noticed before while they were on the minus fourth level that this black-haired, green-eyed guy seemed to have a special talent for emotional communication. Coupled with his unique talent of Demon Sound that could manipulate others’ moods, it was quite something.
Just through words, Sinola, who had been steadfast in her beliefs, was beginning to get a bit lost, gradually becoming infatuated with the other’s eyes, seeking an answer.
And Sinola herself was oblivious to this process.
