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Chapter 416 No Disappointment, Naturally No Despair
Wood shrugged: "I once met a group of children who were ostracized by the whole world and called 'cursed children' by all humans..."

Beatrice frowned, but did not interrupt Wood's words, but quietly listened to Wood's story about the cursed son's situation.

"...Torturing, slashing, venting, and all kinds of unimaginable cruel methods will be used on those little girls who are less than ten years old, but even in this situation..."

There was a look of complexity on Wood's face: "They are in the area adjacent to the monsters, and they still look longingly at the humans who treat them like devils, quietly lurking in the dark, looking at those humans with innocent and curious eyes... …Hopefully I can fit in with that group.”

"Even if it becomes a tool that is discarded in human hands like a board or a screwdriver, they hope to be able to integrate into it."

Wood suppressed the involuntary annoyance on his face, looked at Beatrice and said, "The way you look at the door is no different from theirs, that's why I stepped here that day. The only difference between you and them is... ...What binds them is the cruel reality; but what binds you...is your own choice."

The corner of Wood's mouth hooked: "Or is it more appropriate for you to imagine 'that person'? Obviously, in order to bid farewell to loneliness, I sat at the place facing the door day and night, expecting the door that you can push open at any time to open from the outside. , but after coming, they often show boredom and resistance on their faces, don't you feel tired after more than 400 years?"

"so what?"

The expression on Beatrice's face did not change, but the hand on the book pinched the book into folds: "How about the 'cursed son' in your ridiculous story?"

"I completely eradicated their yearning, and made them selfish who wanted to integrate into human beings, and finally formed a new group!"

"what?"

Hearing this, Beatrice suddenly stood up from her chair, her face was somewhat annoyed for some reason: "You are really a complete scumbag."

"I do not deny!"

Wood shrugged: "But I don't think I did anything wrong."

Beatrice looked at Wood coldly, and finally sat down with a cold snort.

"Just like you, you keep expecting the person you are waiting for, but what you wait for is disappointment again and again."

"If you are disappointed too many times, you will turn into despair, and you will eventually drive yourself to a dead end." When Wood said this, a sneer appeared on his face: "How many times have you been disappointed in 400 years? If... I mean if, You can never wait for that person, what choice will you make in the end?"

What choice?

Beatrice froze when she turned the page, and the coldness on her face gradually dissipated, replaced by a bit of desolate bitterness.

What choice will she make, she doesn't know...

But if there is no way to wait for the so-called "that person" forever, even if she doesn't want to admit it, Beatrice also understands in her heart... as Wood said, she will completely turn from disappointment to despair!
"exactly!"

Wood snapped his fingers: "You who restrain yourself will eventually feel hopeless, exhausted, and eventually die."

"The same is true for those cursed children. If they continue to look forward to it, they will only usher in extinction. Even if a small number of humans are willing to accept them, other humans will never accept them; it is as if some people like to keep dogs, while others don't like dogs. , once a dog bites a person, don't say that a mad dog bites a person, even if a human being takes the initiative to provoke the dog to be bitten..."

"Those who don't like dogs will also unite together, and use words and actions to make these dogs and those who own dogs understand that 'I' is the most honorable; the most ironic thing is...often getting along with people , it’s not as easy as getting along with a dog, people are countless times scarier than dogs or even mad dogs, this is the reality!”

"The cursed son is like a dog in the eyes of human beings. He is obedient and obedient. He is allowed to be beaten, scolded, used, killed, and insulted by others... This is only natural. And once someone who cannot bear the humiliation The signs, the final result is... perish; what's more, they themselves are as unstable as mad dogs."

"So, it's better to let them gather together like mad dogs to repel human beings and become a growing group, a group that can compete with human beings; just like the monsters sealed in the enchantment here, they live in groups in their own In the domain, even if they are feared by humans and want to be completely extinct, they are also afraid of their own strength."

"In the same way!"

Wood said with a hey smile: "Of course, those cute lolis of mine are not mad dogs and monsters. They are just special human beings with their own concepts of good and evil and their own thoughts. They are not in a master-slave relationship with humans. , but an equal relationship! They live in groups just to protect themselves, and will not actively attack humans."

Beatrice wanted to refute subconsciously, but when the words came to her lips, she knew how to refute.

From a human point of view, Wood can be said to be inhuman; but from the point of view of the cursed children, Wood can be said to be their god.

As Wood said, after all, they are not mad dogs and monsters, but have the same thoughts as humans, but they are a little special, just like...

Same as myself!
So Beatrice has no way to refute, because her own position is closer to that of the cursed child.

"And your situation..."

Wood leaned on the chair with a tired face: "It can be said to be countless times better than them, but it can also be said to be countless times worse."

Beatrice slowly closed the book in her hand, and did not ask Wood what it meant.

because she understands...

It is infinitely better because I have the opportunity to actively choose, have the strength to decide everything, and the world will accept me.

And the difference is countless times because...

They have a group, and if they never wait for 'that person', they will be in despair forever, staying in this library that has imprisoned themselves for 400 years, and facing death alone! !

"Your power is amazing. Be sure to lend me the power of the elf!"

"—I'm so bored, let's go."

……

"You were allowed to spend such a long, lonely time in this place. This fate is too cruel. I don't know who you are trapped here, but I will never forgive this kind of thing!"

"——What do you know? This is an important duty entrusted to me by my mother!"

……

"Shouldn't this knowledge be made public? Don't you know how many lives can be saved by making the knowledge here public? You should understand this."

"—How much can be saved has nothing to do with me. The only thing Betty can save is what he holds in his hand. The only person who can save Betty is only one person."

……

400 years.

Even if there is no request or permission, there are not many people who have arrived at the forbidden library.

They, they... had said a lot to the gatekeeper of the Forbidden Library's self, but they would all ask her to open the library in the end.

These requests, proposals, and orders, I have also doubted that they might be right and wavered.

Every time the door is pushed open and I feel the sunlight coming in from the outside, I don't know how many times I think, this time it must be 'that person' or something like that.

However, none of them knew the responsibilities of 'that person', and the books in their hands did not show that they were 'that person'. These results betrayed Beatrice's expectations time and time again, and all they got was disappointment again and again. .

Maybe as Wood said...

I do not know when, has turned from disappointment to despair.

Next,
Perhaps death is her only option to escape all this.

"so what?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Beatrice's face, and she looked at Wood with a look that seemed to be mocking and self-deprecating: "What choice do you want me to make?"

"What kind of choice to make is not up to you."

Wood yawned and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "If it's according to my idea..."

The sarcasm in Beatrice's eyes grew stronger.

"Forget 'that person', and don't expect anyone to be 'that person', including me; you see me as a strange passer-by in your life, eradicate all hope, and naturally you will not Feeling disappointed."

"Not to mention how nice it is to live here alone!"

"what?"

"Loneliness is a thing, just get used to it. Anyway, as long as you don't let yourself down, you won't feel hopeless. You can read books in the forbidden library every day, and go out for a walk when you want to see the scenery. Isn't it good to stay here forever? Yes."

"The most important thing is...how safe is it here!!"

"..."

"..."

Beatrice's small face turned from white to black, and then from black to red, and finally the whole face turned slightly purple from suffocation, and she gritted her teeth and popped out a few words.

"You! Damn! Bastard! Asshole!"

"???"

Wood blinked, looking at Beatrice who got up angrily and walked towards her room, with a confused look on her face.

Is this choice wrong?
He really feels...

It's been pretty good living like this.

……

(End of this chapter)