How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

Competence itself is a kind of authority, a kind of authority that belongs to the system of the world.

Therefore, his sphere of influence has always been the world.

What is limited to the eyes has always been the witch, not the authority.

Camila, it can be considered that she knows everyone and everyone looks at her, then the whole world will be affected by the "faceless bride" in an instant.

Pandora can feel that the world is actually only the size of her eyes, and then directly deny everything that exists.

Echidna can infuse the memories and emotions from the Book of Wisdom into other people, turning everyone in the world into an existence named Echidna.

Minerva can infinitely expand the scope of power, and twist the entire world into the shape she wants with one punch. The essence of 'repair' is to change things into what they think they are repaired.

however.

They have almost twisted egos.

It is absolutely impossible to make the above choice.

Their bodies would even instinctively reject this option.

Camila doesn't want everyone to be influenced by the "faceless bride", because what she desperately desires is for others to see her true self.

Pandora will not deny the reality of the world, because she, who is empty, does not need to do these things at all.

Echidna couldn't bear it at all, with countless known selves wandering in the known world.Because it means that everything in the world becomes more thoroughly known.

It is impossible for Minerva to kill, let the world be destroyed before his eyes.Because her twist is helping, Minerva is eager to help everyone.

As far as the facts are concerned.

The witch's distorted self is the real guarantee for the safety of the witches.

The ones who really weaken their ability to exert their power are most likely to be themselves.

"But it's all just speculation."

Long silver hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and a crisp voice sounded in the field.

Emilia's voice was a little serious.

"The road is long."

Stand among the crowd.

Emilia looked at Lu Yuan with her cyan eyes.

"It's come to this level now, it's time to see him."

"The old me."

Put your hands behind your back and clenched slightly subconsciously.

Emilia was trying to keep a calm expression and looked at Lu Yuan.

The former Emilia——

Or in other words, the former Envious Witch.

According to Echidna's description, Shatila is a good person, while the Witch of Envy is a lunatic full of hatred.

"Only a madman can fight a madman, right?"

"The witch's power is the strongest only after abandoning the 'self'."

Looking at Lu Yuan seriously, Emilia spoke so softly.

Although the "human consciousness aggregate" transformed into "laziness" has a high probability of not doing anything after assimilating all people.

But no one dares to guarantee it.

To be on the safe side, they still need the help of the Envious Witch to deal with possible crises.

Incidentally, here.

Shatila devours the world, and what she devours is matter. Everyone's consciousness is only sleeping in her shadow, and they are not uniformly controlled by her.

The envious witch who devours the world is not the so-called "aggregation of human consciousness"

It is equivalent to replacing all the substances existing in the world with its own shadow.

End of this chapter

The slums of Lugnica, the Kingdom of the Lionheart.

The girl with silver hair, long ears, and cyanotic eyes is still tidying up the room seriously today.

Even though he was wearing clothes that had been washed to some whitish.

Even though he usually ate moldy black bread, he remained in a semi-starved state almost every day.

But girls are still beautiful.

Like a lotus growing out of mud, a flower blooming in filth.

She is a pure flower that blooms in the slums.

The name of the beautiful maiden spread around.

The kindness of the beautiful girl is sung around.

Weird, right?

Why are there such people in the slums?

A beautiful, poor and powerless girl should not appear in the slum no matter what.

There should always be some little nobles who want to turn wild flowers into domestic flowers.

There should always be some guys who are greedy for beauty and destroy the flowers.

But nothing happened.

From childhood to adulthood, this pure flower seems to be guarded by something.

Every time someone tried to do something to her, they would die early.

Every time someone tried to take her out of the slums, they would disappear first.

Although no one said it, everyone knew it.

—Probably dead.

It's a pity that Shatila herself doesn't seem to know anything about this matter.

"Today you have to work hard to make money, and if you save enough money, reward yourself with a piece of white bread."

Shatila murmured in such a low voice to cheer herself up

With his head down, his long silver hair near his ankles fluttered with his movements.

There is a certain yearning for the future in the cyanotic eyes.

Shatila is working hard to save money, and she has the ideal of moving out of the slums to live alone.

In her spare time, girls will also work hard to read and write, and strive to find a good job after leaving the slums.

Walk the muddy streets of the slums.

A pure and beautiful girl always has a feeling of being out of place.

There are many people lying in disorder on both sides of the road.

Some people can still wake up, and some people probably never wake up.

Shatila, who was walking on the road, didn't know what she could do for everyone.

She had tried before, to help these people, to give a little of the money she earned.

However, the result obtained is——

"Go away!!"

That group of people rejected Shatila with such words.

Some people even looked at Shatila with a kind of fear that the girl didn't understand at all.

Sigh lightly.

The puzzled girl, in the eyes of the people around her with inexplicable emotion.

Go to a shop.

"Is Shatila here?"

In front of the shop, an old man of the giant clan with a stooped back looked at her and spoke.

"Well, is there anything I can do today?"

The girl looked up at the old man in front of her and spoke.

This is where Shatila works part-time.

She remembered that when she first saw each other, the old man of the giant clan had a certain fear on his face.

But as she came again and again, the old man also showed her the most genuine smile.

……

The capital of Lugnica.

The Lionheart, William Lugnica at his desk.

There was something unusually serious on the face of the once majestic king.

"Isn't there anything abnormal in Volachia yet?"

He looked at the speaking mirror hanging in the middle of the study and spoke.

Standing in the talking mirror is a nobleman wearing a bright red costume.

At this time, the opponent was in the capital of the Volachia Empire.

"Not only did they not, they directly denied asking us for help."