NOVPUBThe longing for answers in Sinola’s eyes was evident, and the Great Love Poet didn’t avoid her gaze, nor did he dismiss her.
"Perhaps you’re right, but it could also just be the start of another catastrophe—"
"Even if the Demon Race regains their status by conquering the Protoss Empire, their desires will soon go unfulfilled, and they’ll claim their own territories and begin to accumulate power."
"They’ll then move on to seize the territories of other nations—a process you should understand better than I do."
The Great Love Poet smoothly narrated this tale.
Sinola was silent for a moment.
She did understand this other possibility he spoke of, having vividly witnessed it herself.
"Because this is history that has already happened, and is bound to happen again."
The Great Love Poet added.
"But who says that such a thing must happen? We’ve already missed one opportunity. After learning our lesson, wouldn’t it be fitting for you to rule over us?"
Touching her chest, Sinola once again excitedly proposed her question.
As a member of the Conservative party, she despised those from the previous generation of the Demon Race who insisted on perpetuating war. What she had long yearned for was a New King who could see everything with such clarity!
There was a hint of resentment in her eyes.
What she least desired now was a New King with the capacity to rule but who dared not take on the responsibility!
"When you’re ready to sacrifice yourself, you’re also more likely to sacrifice others. This applies to you and to me. So, what kind of leader are you hoping for me to be?"
It seemed like the Great Love Poet had discerned what was on Sinola’s mind. He asked the question unhurriedly.
"..."
Upon hearing his words, Sinola swallowed hard, taken aback.
She realized she might have acted rashly, perhaps been offensive, and that this was a contradictory proposition.
Of course, she hoped the New King would be a leader who considered his subordinates.
Yet, she also expected the New King to have a decisive resolve.
This was, in itself, a form of greed and an unfair demand.
However, he didn’t seem offended by her attitude, allowed her some time to think, and seemed undeterred by the real question she had just posed.
"According to you, even if I control the Demon Race, the majority of all other beings wouldn’t ever claim to have too many resources or pleasures. Once they attain the strength, they may employ all possible methods, including extreme ferocity and lofty moral preaching, to seize all our resources. In that case, should I extend my dominion until the world is completely conquered?"
The Great Love Poet went on to say,
"If you encountered this situation, what would you choose?"
He chuckled.
"...I don’t know."
Sinola’s gaze shifted and grew dim, unable to answer Lanci’s question.
She couldn’t comprehend the thoughts of this being who was qualified to be the New King. He seemed to understand the nature of all beings and the rules of the world far more than she did.
The longer she conversed with him, the closer she seemed to be to the actual answer, yet the more she knew and thought about, the more she realized she didn’t know.
A long silence settled between them.
"Humans always imagine the future, a future that should truly fill them with fear."
The pupils of the Great Love Poet’s eyes glowed with a soft light. He seemed to have thought deeply about this before,
"But most humans do not fear, for they cannot comprehend the implications behind it. The same goes for the Demon Race."
"Then aren’t we left helpless... Stagnating like this is no different than being in prison, is it?"
Sinola asked, already sure that she wouldn’t be able to find a conclusion at this moment.
She was at the height of her confusion.
She felt as if what she had steadfastly believed for so long might not necessarily be right, and yet, she couldn’t figure out what truly was.
"..." 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
"Don’t dwell on the past for too long, don’t place too much hope on the future. The past is gone, the future has not yet arrived, the present—"
Like savouring the slanted beam of warm light in their cell, the Great Love Poet halted with a faint smile on his face,
"Seize the present. The most important thing is right now."
When he returned his gaze to Sinola, he had only one final line to add.
"And I, I will give you the best present."
Every word of the Great Love Poet seemed to strike the heaviest keys in Sinola’s heart.
There was a long silence in the cell.
Sinola stood in the dark, her head bowed.
"I can’t quite understand your words at the moment...but I need time to think, maybe I can figure it out, or maybe I can’t..."
Is it really alright to let go of the past, break the future, and start over?
There was a feeling of punishment in her heart, as if she had betrayed the Demon Race.
Antanas stood silently on the other side, feeling that Sinola’s heart was indeed wavering.
She was very relieved earlier when this girl next to her sincerely answered Sinola’s initial question about restoring the kingdom without using any deceitful means.
But now it felt so hard.
Just a few minutes of conversation with Sinola, and she felt a bit mind-controlled.
For some reason, Antanas felt that this guy next to her had a unique charm that could conquer others from the inside out.
The current lost Sinola was close, just a little short, lacking something that could make her fully determined to make a decision contrary to all her previous knowledge.
What is missing after all?
It seemed that he noticed Sinola’s stupor and Antanas’s idleness, and the Great Love Poet began to chat with Antanas, leaving Sinola time to think.
"To be honest, every time I think about Talia being happy, I can’t imagine the suffering you guys have been through in Herram Prison."
The Great Love Poet whispered to Antanas.
Sinola’s ears quivered, and her eyes stared blankly at the Great Love Poet.
Is Talia doing well?
From this black-haired, green-eyed girl, it could be seen that her father would never be inferior in either talent or appearance, because given Talia’s taste, the person who could make her fall in love must be one in ten thousand.
"If Miss Sinola didn’t waste this century, she would definitely be doing better than Talia, after all, Miss Sinola is far superior to Talia in every aspect, obviously a popular type of woman, if she is locked up for another hundred years...ah..."
The Great Love Poet continued to shake his head and sigh.
"..."
Sinola’s slender shoulders trembled.
Thinking carefully about her past hundred years, she had been idling precious time in prison, and missed so many opportunities to enjoy the good things.
By comparing it with Talia...
She was so jealous that she could crush her teeth!
She didn’t dare to imagine what kind of life Talia was living at this moment, and what her husband looked like!
"That..."
She finally managed to say something.
"What’s wrong, Miss Sinola?"
The Great Love Poet turned his head in confusion.
"Let’s go, I want to seize the moment, I don’t want to waste a second!"
Sinola said decisively with her fists clenched, her eyes now filled with a craving for happiness, and she believed that the New King had the ability to fulfill this promise, and his ideas and philosophy were absolutely correct.
Even though she hadn’t seen the true form of the New King yet, she didn’t care anymore, what she believed in was this beautiful soul she had been communicating with.
She had never thought that there would be such a worthy object of her loyalty, even though she was still confused about some things, but she was sure of one thing, every minute, every second of their conversation was valuable, if it lacked communication, lost guidance, she would wander again and waste her life.
"Very well."
The Great Love Poet smiled.
He was greatly relieved to have saved another lost young woman.
"..."
Antanas’s eye twitched, and after witnessing it, she moved a little farther away from the Great Love Poet, now feeling more and more that something was wrong with this guy.
Isn’t your innate magic brainwashing?
If you keep brainwashing the Protoss Empire here, Sinola’s initial demands were actually too conservative, and what you’re doing is the real Protoss evil god.
