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So Jiang Kehan ignored the applause ringing in her ears and Sherlock Mikfan walking towards her.
She simply asked the other person abruptly.
"Why not strike and refuse the victory that was rightfully yours?"
The continuous applause was like a stone powerful enough to destroy everything being inserted into a sophisticated machine, causing it to suddenly stop.
Mudra Kane simply turned his head away and shrugged, looking slightly annoyed.
"Your name is Jiang Kehan, right?"
"I know you, but obviously you don't know me yet."
Her tone suddenly turned deep, and the iron bird's beak gradually curved into a smile, as if mocking and laughing, but not at the stubborn person in front of her.
"Although I am known as the butcher, that is just a title that some onlookers have given me in a smug way."
"It's been a long time since I've heard anyone call me by my original name."
The cawing of crows was so jarring, but surprisingly, Mudra Kane laughed heartily as she adjusted her mask and replied.
Why not kill them?
"Because there is no despair in your eyes, while I am just a doctor."
"That's all."
"The Doctor" is the true title that belongs to Mudra Kane; from beginning to end, she was a "doctor" with somewhat extreme methods.
She naturally sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the gazes of the other witches, placed the scythe on her lap, and spoke in a somewhat teasing manner.
"Do you know what those witches, who have completely lost themselves and fallen into madness, feel in their final moments?"
"It's despair."
"They could only stare helplessly at the world and weep silently."
"But even greatness can only remain silent to them; there is no cure."
"Because...it is precisely because they gave up on themselves that they have fallen to such a state."
Mudra Kane stared at the scythe that had beheaded hundreds, even thousands, of such witches, his tone solemn and dignified.
"Perhaps other witches will show them mercy and imprison them, hoping for that tiny, unbelievable miracle, waiting for them to find themselves again."
"But I will only give them relief equally, that is the only thing I, as a doctor, can do."
Even if I become the most morbid one—the patient.
Her eyes flashed with terrifying black phantoms, but her voice grew increasingly low, revealing the pain in her heart.
Witches don't need doctors; the blessing from their race ensures they will never be associated with disease.
But just like the initial regret, the despairing Solita.
Witches, still bound by the seven emotions and six desires, may have things that they are powerless to change and have no way to change.
And so, despair crept in quietly, but the death knell still could not be sounded.
Mudra Kane couldn't remember why she had volunteered to replace the bell that couldn't ring, but she still clearly remembered the relieved smiles on her face.
And the other person's unstoppable tears.
Even at the very last moment, they remained in despair, driving Mudra Kane to swing his final death scythe.
After saying that, she got up by herself and walked out of the ball.
All that remained for the witches was a dark, cold silhouette.
Sherlock Mikfan walked behind Jiang Kehan, put his hand on her, and spoke softly.
"In fact, many witches know about Mudra Kane, but there are still too few who can maintain their fighting spirit in the face of him."
"You saw it, didn't you? Those terrifying phantoms built from the deaths of countless witches."
"In a way, this witch who slaughtered witches had her hands stained with blood, becoming a symbol of the witch's death."
"But, as she said, she was indeed somewhat ill."
Angela also came over and added with some complicated feelings, "When a witch encounters despair, Mudra Kane will swing his scythe as if on cue, like a compassionate doctor."
Even if this despair was brought about by her own hands.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Kehan also let out a soft sigh.
"So... I've barely managed to prove myself and win this noble duel?"
“Of course,” Sherlock Mikfan said with a slight smile, raising her head.
"Just as I said, the British Empire never cares about your current weakness. As long as you prove your unyielding will, you will earn their respect."
"Besides, you are not weak; in fact, from their perspective, you are incomprehensibly strong."
Just like a normal witch who has come to understand true greatness and power, she is completely bewildered.
Sherlock Mikfan then looked down at the other witches, each with their own thoughts, sneered, drew his sword, and solemnly handed it to Jiang Kehan.
"So you've earned my agreement and my respect."
"Kehan..."
She laughed heartily, then spoke as if giving a plea.
"Keep moving forward until one day you do something that even I, and other great people, cannot do."
"Let Mudra Kane have no more patients."
Then, Sherlock Mikkelsen turned around and spoke frankly yet authoritatively.
"Gentlemen, I know that after seeing this incredibly talented witch, some of you are itching to try your luck in helping her rise to power."
"But I'm sorry."
“I have already gotten there first. Unless you think you can match me, put aside your thoughts and offer your respects.”
"A great one is about to rise!"
"God bless the witch! God bless the sun that never sets!!!"
The other witches raised their glasses and shouted in unison.
"God bless the witch!"
"God bless the sun that never sets!!!"
Jiang Kehan watched this scene with some surprise. She hadn't expected Sherlock Mikkelsen to go to such lengths.
Even the hand holding the Dawn and Night Sword given to him by the other party began to feel hot.
This gift doesn't seem so easy to receive.
"She's building momentum for your power struggle with Eva Carson."
Angela smiled and gently reminded him.
“I haven’t been involved in British politics for a long time, so even if I speak out, it’s hard to attract these cunning foxes who stand at the center of politics.”
"And now, Sherlock Mikfan has taken the initiative to vouch for you, laying an unshakable foundation for your rise in the British Empire."
"The subsequent publicity matters will be much easier."
Jiang Kehan nodded knowingly, but kept her head down and didn't dare to ask any questions.
Why did she become so great, and why is it said that the sun will never set?
VII倭删林A死玖奇珊师y越漪 She's not the Sun Never Sets Witch either.
Chapter 491 Raise your head and put on your gorgeous veil
However, these minor details are probably not important.
Jiang Kehan looked away from Angela, feeling a little guilty, before calming down.
She gazed down at the nodding chaplains below, raised her sword high, showing no fear, but rather growing ever more composed.
"As a witch, I am actually not good with words."
"But ladies, a witch doesn't need those overly polished, somewhat fake flattery and promises."
"I just need to keep moving forward, and countless facts will support my ambition and my desires."
She took a deep breath, her gaze resolute, and said.
"I want to protect you all, to protect every witch."
"Whether it's a newborn child or an adult who leisurely watches the sunrise and sunset and lives each day with joy."
"Even those who are constantly on the path of self-discovery, never seeking recognition, like Mudra Kane."
Jiang Kehan spoke in a strong voice.
"I want to see your laughter, to see your tears, to witness you living freely in this somewhat cruel world."
"I want to protect your right to follow your heart, and protect your every possible opportunity."
"Instead of endlessly protecting your lives and your interests."
"Some people may call me cold-hearted, and some may mock me for being presumptuous."
"But what I want is this simple—let the witch handle her own affairs, and I will bear the malice that is not ours!"
"Your future should be bright and free."
"The stars in the sky are so dazzling and shimmering, so the witches on earth should also have the right to roam freely."
Jiang Kehan closed her eyes slightly. She wanted to say a lot, but in the end she only said this much. She was indeed not good with words, but it was enough.
Because she had already expressed her inner thoughts.
False malice was the first thing Jiang Kehan encountered when she came into this world.
Although the final result was good, it could not change Jiang Kehan's aversion to it.
Every witch, regardless of her origins or past, should have the right to freedom.
If the other party harbors ill intentions, then confront Jiang Kehan directly!
But before the malice occurred, they were just ordinary witches, and that is what Jiang Kehan wanted to protect.