With the accompaniment of the piano, Fei'er, wearing a kindergarten uniform, led the singing, and the little boys and girls behind her followed her, singing the beautiful nursery rhymes in unison. In the eyes of the children, Fei'er has a sweet voice, mature manners, knows how to take care of other people's feelings, and can get along well with teachers. Fei'er naturally became the leader of the children, and she would start every activity. Even though this was just a victory in front of a group of children, Fei'er still felt satisfied. Everyone knew that she liked little boys with black stockings, but they didn't know the pain in her heart. Her family had been active as witches in the realm of "Judgment" for generations, and her generation was naturally asked to shoulder such a responsibility. The adults all said that she should learn from a certain ancestor of the family and asked her to become a role model for the family and continue the glorious tradition. Fei'er was confused at that time. When she grew up, she understood. Her confusion was: in their eyes, was she Fei'er, or the continuation of the family name? Before the Federation merged with Waite, this was not a problem at all, because the Witch Family adhered to the principle of collectivism, and individuals must submit to the collective. However, the spread of the new federal atmosphere and the changes in economic activities have made feudal family-style collectivism lose its reasonable soil for existence. Young witches have a natural curiosity about foreign cultures. When the idea of ​​the Federation spreads like a virus, they begin to think about questions they have never thought about before:

I was taught to respect the collective, so why, I have never heard of the collective respecting me, isn't respect mutual? Starting from this confusion, the young witches performed many rebellious acts on their exploration journey, and some historians of Waite lamented that Waite's virtues collapsed, order was shattered, and it entered an era of no salvation. Phil is considered the less rebellious representative among them, because she still acts as a family representative and obeys the family's arrangements. The little boy in black stockings was just her willful and arrogant little rebellion. She did not leave Waite and go to the Federation like Dr. Cecil did. There was a dark thought in her heart: she longed to be exposed and appear in the news as Fei'er, rather than a member of a certain family. She longed to sully her family's name, to shatter their traditions, to avenge them for their disregard for her as a person. So she used the excuse of protecting the kindergarten from terrorist murders and lurked in the kindergarten to interact with the little boys. She felt happy to interact with the pure little angels, but also looked forward to the moment when she would be discovered. When the incident happened, those old antiques finally stopped looking at her as a descendant of a certain family and cut her off. She could finally be herself. Her voice became even happier at the thought. "Goodbye, Sister Fei'er." "See you tomorrow, Sister Fei'er." "Miss, when are you free to visit our house?" "Sister Fei'er, we still want to eat the snacks you made." After school, the little boys still pestered Fei'er and refused to leave. Only after the teachers urged them did they reluctantly leave wet kisses on Fei'er's cheeks before leaving. Children's kisses do not remind people of sexual behavior. So Fei'er felt safe and bold to kiss the children's cheeks in front of the adults. After the children left, the kindergarten teacher returned to a respectful attitude towards Fei'er: "Sir, the children are gone, and your work should be over. Thank you for your hard work." "Nothing, this is my duty." Fei'er removed the camouflage effect of the magic props and waved to the kindergarten staff like a sophisticated person in society. Just as she stepped out of the campus, a blue light burst out from the shadows and made her turn around.

Corneille was in high spirits, but he was a bait. Josephine attacked Faile from behind, knocked her down, stuffed her into the carriage and left. Chapter 123 "Future" The captured Faye smiled in relief. Corneille didn't know what she was laughing at, while Josephine sighed: "Alas, I can't understand Waite anymore. "Ms. Josephine, what you said sounds like something an old man or old woman would say." "My daughter is the same age as the Duke, so she is not young anymore." Corneille's thoughts immediately drifted back to the Toledo Mansion. During these three days, he was busy catching people and would fall asleep as soon as he returned to the mansion. He only briefly asked about Diaz's condition before going to bed. Diaz's fever had subsided, but her mental state was not good, and she was plagued by nightmares. Others were nervous, but Corneille was relieved. Diaz's nightmares were caused by the nervousness caused by his personality, which was not a big deal - at least compared to the fever. In Corneille's impression, the nightmare would get better if he could just stay with Dias for a while longer, but fever was something he was powerless to do anything about. However, this time, Corneille misjudged the situation, and Dias was entangled in nightmares. In addition to the regular horror content, new content was updated: Golden light flooded into Dias's field of vision, and a woman whose face he couldn't see clearly held a key against his chest. Dias had heard about the process of Corneille's transformation into a supernatural being: the girl held the key and golden light flowed. This was a symbol of the goddess Hathor entering a dream. Will the goddess also grant me divine power and make me a supernatural being?! The criteria used by the goddess Hathor to select people have always been a mystery, so when the goddess descends, no one will have any doubts, but will be as ecstatic as if they had won a lottery. Dias was about to accept it, but the goddess' voice rang in her ears: "You have a lot to do in the field of magic. Now you have to make a choice." Diaz was stunned. A soul-shaking chuckle sounded in her ears: "The Tree of Jupiter can be regarded as a god on the way to formation in a sense. Then the witch is a transcendent blessed by the god on the way to formation. You can't be a witch and have the power of Hathor. You must choose between the two." "choose?" Destiny divided before Dias, and one of the paths was the one she was blessed by the goddess Hathor. He regained his male body, and the power of the goddess Hathor made him tall and strong, and grew a thick beard. He accepted Corneille's guidance, grew up quickly, became an important official under Isabella, returned home in glory and regained the rights of the Duke, imprisoned his biological mother, and later poisoned her. He married a daughter of a prominent family, and Corneille married Anne instead of him and became Isabella's lover in order to integrate Waite's power and support the Duke of Toledo's actions in the Confederation. Corneille actually left him, but by then Dias had more important things to do: The Duke of Toledo's power rose steadily. He first controlled the parliament, then took control of the army, and finally seized the executive power. He welcomed Isabella back, but placed the beautiful monarch in a puppet position and actually controlled the federation. Later, the revolutionary breakthrough in the theory of supernatural powers made it possible to mass-produce supernatural beings. The Duke of Toledo invested heavily in establishing a new supernatural army, launched a civil war, and ended the localism of the Triple Alliance.

In his final act of power, he poisoned Isabella and reestablished the empire. Unfortunately, Corneille stood against him. At Angelica's tomb, he was overwhelmed by the Duke of Toledo's countless guards. Dias knew that Corneille was fighting at this place with the sole intention of dying. The Duke of Toledo had no rivals in the country. His Toledo dynasty was stable. The queen was virtuous and he had many children and grandchildren. However, the emperor's heart was like an empty valley, with only the sound of the cold wind howling. On another path, Dias rejected the goddess' gift and went further and further down the path of the witch. The growth of power, overflowing love, and lust that grew like wildfire caused her female personality to devour her male personality, just as Isabella replaced Illian and the witch Tiresias turned Dias into nutrients. Corneille tries to turn her back into a man, but he is ambushed in a dastardly way at the Toledo Palace. As a result, Tiresias forcibly marries Corneille and becomes the exclusive witch of the "Lovers" realm, killing the old king and becoming the new King of the Forest. In order to get Corneille, she reached a compromise with some witches and shared her beloved with them. But when she became the queen of the forest, the reckoning began, and her allies were either exiled or killed. In a corner where no one cared, the killer she sent also killed Angelica. Corneille wanted to stop all this, but he was no match for the king of the forest. So he was placed on the throne on the treetops by the person he loved and hated the most, gently and unquestionably, enjoying a life of being possessed and wrapped by her forever. Of these two scenes, the former made Diaz feel sad; the latter, the erotic adult content made Diaz blush and his heart beat fast, but what was left in the end was still sadness. Because in these two futures, she did not get Corneille's heart, and Corneille would not love her as a woman...even though the illusion of other women could be seen in her. Such a future is so lonely. The voice that emerged from the golden light interrupted Dias's thoughts: "The good news is that neither of these two futures will happen; the bad news is that what prevents these two futures from happening is something even more terrifying." "Something more terrifying?" "Do you love Corneille?" In reality, Diaz would find all kinds of excuses to avoid answering, but in her dreams, she nodded without hesitation. "Do you know Corneille?" Diaz nodded again. "Do you know the nightmare that lurks in the deepest part of Corneille's soul?" Diaz looked confused. "That is why Corneille stays with you, because you are the most ignorant." The insult made Diaz blush, but she didn't have time to retort. Her consciousness fell into darkness, and when she came to her senses, red and black spread out in her vision. The moon was obscured by clouds and turned a crimson color. Rain as thick as blood fell into the sea, causing cracks on the sea surface like wounds. Diaz moved away from this horrific scene with difficulty. The road under his feet stretched into the distance, where two small figures were huddled together. Dias could vaguely tell that the boy was Corneille, and the pretty girl who was slightly taller than Corneille, was she his sister? If so, why would she hug her brother like a lover? Diaz was looking at the illusion, but suddenly, the beautiful woman with silver hair and green eyes looked up at him, which made Diaz feel creepy: as if the girl was not an illusion, but a real person. The next second, Dias's feeling was confirmed. The strong smell of hawthorn flowers, which was like death, lingered in his nose, and silver hair spread out in the sky, filling Dias's vision.

His throat tightened and he felt suffocated. A second later, he realized that the girl was strangling him. “There’s your scent on Lor, but you’re so weak… No, you share the same blood as the woman who left a mark on him. Are you her child? The girl put her ear close to Diaz's throat, and after a few seconds she said with certainty: "It's so pitiful to be used as a meal replacement." "?!" “Don’t be surprised, I saw through prophecy that you are in the future trajectory of Lore’s life. Then, on the timeline of your lives together, I saw a further distant future. Luo'er is mine, and this was decided before he was born. Don't take advantage of other people's things without permission. Women can't do that, men can't do that, and men who have become women can't do that even more. When you see this scene, the prophecy tells me that I will go to Weite to find my Lor soon. Enjoy the last moments you spend with him. May you wake up from this nightmare, my not-so-lovely Duke. " The girl broke Diaz's cervical vertebrae. In Diaz's remaining vision, he saw the girl's emerald eyes turn red, more enchanting than the red moon in the sky. Corneille knew nothing and continued to look at the rain. His sister walked towards him, unzipped his collar, and hugged him intimately from behind, clasping her hands on his chest, then opened her mouth and bit down, sinking her teeth into his soft skin. Diaz woke up and covered his neck reflexively. He heard the golden woman say: "Now you understand." "What the hell is that? Is she human?" "It's hard to say. She's like Waite's oak-like existence, but the oak is silent and honest, while she is cunning and evil." "Why Pierre?" Dias asked. "What a boring question. It's like asking why a play needs actors. Without actors, the play cannot be performed, so his sister needs a Corneille." "You are showing me these, exactly?" “In each act of the play, the actors are given a break during which they are not allowed to see the audience. However, wealthy and powerful sponsors are able to break the rules and meet with actors in private, admire their sweaty faces, and get a glimpse into their understanding of the script and their true thoughts during the performance. It can be said that the two parts, front stage and backstage, constitute a complete drama. You are a passerby actor, and no one cares about your fate. So the nightmare hidden deep inside Corneille, closely monitoring him, has almost no reaction to you. This is an opportunity, whether you become a supernatural being or a witch, you have a better chance than others to protect him in the hands of Corneille's sisters. Isn’t it the most effective drama when the weakest defeats the strongest? So what would you choose?" Dias recalled the fork in his fate, one path leading to power, but parting with Corneille, and the other... Thinking of this, Dias replied: "Respected goddess, thank you for your kindness. I will continue to improve on the path of magic. The person who teaches Pierre to love will be me." "What a stupid choice. Obtaining divine arts will obviously give you instant combat power, but this is indeed the choice I like. Just work hard and become stronger. I wish you a dream where you can hug Corneille and fall asleep. "

In the end, the woman bid farewell to Diaz in a funny way: the key in her hand turned into the shape of a "flying lion", and golden flames sprayed on the sword, piercing Diaz's chest. She also became a grief-stricken Corneille, and in the background acting as a curtain, the world was burning. "Look what you've done? Diaz, I really regret it. I should have killed you earlier. Then our world wouldn't be destroyed!" Dias woke up with Corneille's angry voice, his clothes soaked with sweat, but the air was filled with the faint scent of figs.