Chapter 1644

Sacrificing yourself to resurrect the citizens of the East Calavin Kingdom, and preserving the Watchtower...

So in your eyes, am I actually such a "great" person?

Looking at Leon, who had a certain expression in front of her, the red-haired Director was silent for a while, then shook her head slightly.

"You guessed wrong."

Amidst Leon's somewhat puzzled expression, the red-haired Director lifted a strand of her hair and gazed at the snow-white strands:

"I am not as good as you think. What truly made me decide to do this is neither the responsibility of being a cleanup agent nor the guilt for that incident back then, but simply the purest desire to escape pain."

Escape pain...

Leon pondered for a moment upon hearing this, then frowned:

"Slaughter Blood Hair?"

"Yes."

After nodding slightly, the red-haired Director lowered her brows and said softly:

"You have touched my hair with your hand and know what the price of using it is, but no matter how detailed the information you obtain is, as long as you haven't become the holder of Slaughter Blood Hair, you cannot truly understand what becoming its holder actually means.

It will absorb the 【slaughter】 behavior caused by the holder, and as long as I am conscious, everyone who died because of me back then will endlessly hurl abuse at me, revealing their hatred and unwillingness to me, and it won't even stop when I'm asleep.

Over all these years, only when my consciousness is numbed by alcohol do those one hundred million plus voices filled with anger and hatred become slightly blurred and slightly further away from my ears..."

After putting down her hair, which was finally no longer stained with blood, and gently drawing a circle around her ear with her finger, the red-haired Director looked at Leon, who was silent opposite her, and said faintly:

"They curse too fiercely, too ruthlessly, and also too... correctly. Leon, I really can't hold on much longer."

"..."

Amidst Leon's quite complex expression, the red-haired Director pursed her lips, her expression looking slightly dim:

"The one who destroyed the East Calavin Kingdom was me. I am the sole creator of those one hundred million plus slaughters, and also the only holder recognized by 【Slaughter Blood Hair】. Their hatred naturally can only be borne by me.

Even if I can cut off all 【Slaughter Blood Hair】 and let those curses that are so numerous they threaten to drown me temporarily disappear from my ears, I have already listened for so many years. Even if their voices leave my ears, I still clearly know what they will curse.

Those one hundred twenty-nine million six hundred thousand voices, those one hundred twenty million curses from people who died because of me, perhaps they can temporarily leave my ears, but they will never leave my heart."

"..."

Looking at the red-haired Director in front of him who had almost completely changed into a different person—no longer laughing, cursing, stealing, or playing tricks, no longer blinking those pretty fox eyes and smiling while making trouble—even though Leon had prepared enough in advance, his heart still felt a heavy thud, and he couldn't help but offer comfort:

"This actually isn't your fault..."

"Of course this isn't my fault."

Unconsciously avoiding the light shining in from the window and hiding her body in the darkness covered by the curtains, the red-haired Director shifted her gaze, her voice somewhat drifting:

"I have never regretted doing that back then. I know that what I did was right. That was the best method I could think of at the time. No one could bear the consequences of not doing so. I know I didn't do anything wrong... but neither did they."

"..."

"Those people I killed with my own hands were not the ants crawling everywhere in the 【Thirteen Ant Nests】, but living people just like you and me. They had their own joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness just like me, had their own families and lovers just like you, and had their own lives.

And they clearly did nothing wrong, but they had to be crushed to death by me in an instant like a group of ants, completely disappearing from this world. They didn't even leave behind traces of having existed.

Only less than six hours passed, and when the sun rose the next day, those one hundred million plus living people, along with their country, would be completely forgotten by everyone in the entire world...

And all of this was actually done by me, done by my own hands!" "..."

Looking at the red-haired Director whose arms were trembling slightly, Leon was silent for a moment, then swallowed the words of persuasion he had originally thought of, and instead changed his angle, trying to persuade her:

"Director, before I came here, I discussed this issue with Lord Taurus. We both believe that those people cursing you in 【Slaughter Blood Hair】 are not the will or souls of real people; they don't truly exist.

Those voices are just the shadows of 【hatred】 that accompany 【slaughter】. They are the reflections of 【hatred】 that Slaughter Blood Hair absorbed along with the act of 【slaughter】. So..."

"So I am just bearing those false hatreds and curses as the holder of the anomalous object when using 【Slaughter Blood Hair】."

"Correct."

"But what difference does that make?"

After glancing in Leon's direction, the red-haired Director pursed her lips:

"The people cursing me are not real, but their experiences are real, their hatred is real, and the fact that I killed them is also real."

"..."

"Leon, do you know? Actually, what makes me feel the most painful is not that they curse me, but that they are not wrong in cursing me."

After closing her eyes slightly, the red-haired Director leaned back in her chair, her voice faint:

"Facing the executioner who took everything from them, they really have the qualification to curse me! And I don't even have a reason to curse back... So don't try to persuade me anymore. I have always understood what I am doing.

!

Leon, I am not as noble as you think. I am neither preparing to sacrifice myself to protect the Watchtower nor wanting to sacrifice myself to resurrect the citizens of the East Calavin Kingdom. I just don't want to hear them curse me anymore... So don't stop me, can you?"

"?!"

Upon hearing the red-haired Director's words, Leon's breathing couldn't help but stall slightly, and he instinctively covered up:

"What are you talking about? Haven't I already been... by you..."

"Too fake. Your intention is even more obvious than mine."

Pointing at Leon's arm that was tightly holding Queen Ariel, the red-haired Director shook her head:

"This anomalous object of yours, which can only be activated with the help of the Queen, has almost no limit on its release distance, and its consumption is shockingly low. The only weakness is you yourself.

And with your habits that are exactly the same as Emma's, even if you really thought you had the victory in hand and didn't maintain the investigation of 【Heart Lake】, you would definitely have precautions against the surrounding situation. It's impossible to have no defenses at all."

"..."

"At first, I really thought you were careless, but after you were caught by me, since you didn't threaten me or persuade me, but instead gave up struggling and admitted defeat, I knew you must have other intentions.

And you were indeed as I thought. Not long after, you used the excuse that you had been caught by me and were no longer a threat to constantly probe my plan... Leon, you were simply leading me here on purpose, weren't you, just to get my plan out of me?"

"..."

(End of chapter)