Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 666: Butterfly Wings of the Rays of Light

The next morning, the caravan packed up and prepared to leave the king's camp, but unlike expectations, only half of the people left first.

"Sura, Lololia, Fran, you go first." Tilan assigned people in the tent. Considering the future journey, it would be more appropriate to let someone like Sura who moves slowly follow the caravan. As for Lololia, with her around, the safety of the caravan can basically be guaranteed. Fran's judgment on some things is much better than Sura's, and he also has the common sense about the current environment that Lololia lacks.

When the assignments were almost done, Olenna, who had been waiting in the corner, didn't hear her name, so she ran to Tilan anxiously.

"Where is Olenna? Doesn't Tilan want me anymore?" She was a little nervous and scared, thinking that she was going to be sold in the king's camp. After all, she was just a commodity as a slave.

"I will never abandon Olenna." Tilan touched her head soothingly, and the moth wings behind Olenna slightly opened up.

"But Olenna can't leave with everyone openly." This child is too special for a silk moth species. If the wolf-blood species see her, it will be difficult to detain her.

I will ask Guy to prepare a comfortable box for you, put soft straw in it, and let you hide in it. I will let you out to breathe when we are on the way, Tilan told Olenna.

"Olena will hide well." The silkworm moth girl was particularly happy and pleased to hear that Tilan had already made arrangements for her.

Afterwards, Tilan gave some instructions to Loloria, Sura and others, telling them to keep a low profile and cooperate as much as possible in the first few days, and that they could make their own decisions after they were 2-3 days away from the royal camp.

"I'm sure the people accompanying us can't defeat Loloria, but there will inevitably be some accidents during the battle, so you'd better be careful."

"Don't worry, Tilan. Lololia is a supersonic artificial angel~" Lololia answered confidently.

"It's easy to defeat a few uncivilized dependent races."

"Okay, then it will be left to Loloria. As for me, I will probably leave 3-4 days after you leave." With her strength, it would be easy for her to take six or seven people away. She could just find a quiet night.

As long as these thirty-odd carriages loaded with grain can leave Wang’s camp smoothly, the rest of the problems will be easily solved.

"By the way, that Butterfly-Eyed will also accompany you. As for him..." Tilan told Loloria some special information.

After listening to this, Loloria blinked her eyes curiously and expectantly, as if little stars were twinkling in her pupils. As a mechanical life, her curiosity was unexpectedly high.

"Are there any other people coming to save her? They are also Butterfly-Eyes. These guys were very weak back then, but I didn't expect they are still the same after a thousand years." In front of the mechanical bodies, the Butterfly-Eyes who are good at illusions and mind manipulation are indeed somewhat powerless and easy to deal with, but in the eyes of other races, it is a different picture.

After finally explaining everything, the two groups said goodbye at the camp, and more than 30 fully loaded carriages slowly drove out, waiting for the inspection of the wolfbloods.

Gus had been waiting outside the camp for a long time. When he saw the carriage driving out, he asked his men to go forward and check one by one, while he went up to greet Tilan.

"Ms. Heshia's arrangements are really quick. I didn't expect you to assign the personnel so quickly." He praised with a smile, but the subtext seemed to be saying that Heshia assigned the personnel so calmly and quickly, as if she had other plans in place.

The girl shook her head at this, her fingers moving the hair in front of her to behind her shoulders, "It's just a matter of factual handling."

Afterwards, she stood in the station and watched the wolfbloods on the scene check the carriages and then let them go one by one.

After all the carriages slowly drove out of the royal camp, Gus walked up to Tilan.

"Ms. Heshia should be relieved now."

The girl nodded slightly but did not respond.

"The Queen has asked me to arrange accommodation for you. Please bring your people with me."

Is it ready so quickly? Maybe it's just a big tent, which can be prepared quickly.

Because wolfbloods do not rely on farming for a living, they move their residences along rivers so that their livestock always have fresh grass and water to eat. In addition, a large amount of domestic waste can be discarded on the spot and wait for natural decomposition.

"Let's go." Tilan looked at the caravan moving farther and farther away outside the royal camp and turned back.

……

Caravan in the wilderness at night.

This was the first day of the return journey and the caravan included not only the people brought by Tilan, but also more than thirty escorting wolfbloods. Their number was almost twice that of the caravan, each of them brought two horses and more than ten wolves.

In the makeshift overnight camp, the bonfire gradually lit up, and the group slowly settled down. Soon it was time to make a fire and cook.

"Take out all the delicious food and drinks, don't hide them." The little wolf-blooded leader with a black beard called out to the caravan members and asked them to take out the delicious food from the car.

Although they are escorting, they are the superior people and will not let themselves be wronged.

"But we must bring back as much of these precious foods as possible..." Some people in the caravan were reluctant to do so. After all, everyone in this land knew that food was precious.

"Heh." The wolf-blooded man kicked the protesting cat-tailed man to the ground.

"I told you to take it out and cook, didn't you hear me!?" He glared, and the blade in his hand reflected a cold light in the firelight, which made the cat-tailed creature lying on the ground a little scared.

"Yes, yes, we'll do it right away. Please take a rest, sir." Upon seeing this, Fran hurried out to smooth things over. Among the three leaders in this team, he was the only one who could do this job. Loloria couldn't be exposed yet, and there was no way Sura could comfort her.

After that, Fran hurriedly signaled everyone to take out the dried meat loaded on the car, put it into the pot to boil, and then added some spices and pickles. Paired with cooked rice, it was quite delicious.

After eating around the campfire, the wolfbloods felt slightly satisfied, and then they asked for wine. Unfortunately, Tilan and others did not purchase any wine this time, only a small amount of fruit jam.

At first the wolfbloods didn't believe it and turned over all the parked carriages before finally giving up in disappointment.

"Okay, jam is jam, let's have it as dessert after dinner." After eating the sweet and sour jam, they threw the remaining jars into pieces. The caravan members felt distressed at their wasteful appearance.

"Calm down, Lady Loloria, and remember what Tilan told you." Fearing that Loloria might act too soon and cause problems, Fran asked her to be patient.

"Fortunately, I moved Olenna to the side early, otherwise the search just now would have been troublesome." Sura came over at this time, and the three of them discussed in a low voice behind the carriage.

"Has Olenna eaten anything?" Loloria thought of the silly silkworm moth girl.

"She ate some and said she could enter a dormant state and reduce her energy consumption." Sura repeated the other party's answer.

"Both the silkworm moth species and the gray feather species have inherited some characteristics of insects and have additional talents in hibernation." Fran nodded and repeated.

"It was precisely because of this talent that they, although not very strong, survived the chaotic war in the early stages and the subsequent food shortage."

"Try to be patient in the first two days and wait until you are far away from Wang’s camp before taking action." When Fran said this, he remembered something.

"Also, we may encounter another friendly force on the way." "Who is it?" Sura didn't know much about the butterfly species.

"It's Lewind from the team, the slave we rescued." Fran answered. This was not the time for a long explanation.

"Let's go first, otherwise if we leave for too long, those wolfbloods will get suspicious."

……

The first day went like this. Although there were some bumps, it was still relatively smooth.

The next day, Tilan, who was in the king's camp, was taken to the main tent to meet the Wolf Blood Queen. This time it was not a banquet. The Wolf Blood Queen asked Tilan a lot of questions about the eastern part of the grassland with great interest, such as the insect plague at that time, and who she was going to save by bringing so much food back.

"Heshan Rescue Association..." Hearing this name, the Wolf Blood Queen seemed to remember something.

"A pretty ridiculous old human," she commented.

"In the past, these guys always thought that their pure blood was the most noble, and used the new races as livestock and tools. Later, they also changed their own genes. It's really funny."

"They are currently unable to even pass the verification of the Mechanical Self-Discipline Unit and will be rejected by the harvesting machines just like us."

"You really have too much kindness and don't know where to use it. I really don't know how you grew up." The Wolf-Blood Queen was somewhat disdainful and sarcastic about Tilan's unnecessary kindness.

"If I am ambitious, always preparing to expand my power, scheming, selfish and cunning, will you still keep me?" Tilan asked the other party.

"Of course not. For troublemakers like this, I usually just kill them directly to save trouble and effort." She was too lazy to play checks and balances. If she had the energy, she would have solved the problem with her claws and violence long ago.

"So, even though you think this practice and idea is wrong, it did keep me alive." Tilan refuted the Wolfblood Queen's opinion in another way.

"Hahaha, you are really good at talking. It's also quite interesting. I even enjoy discussing these issues with you." The Wolf Blood Queen laughed. In this boring and tedious life, it was indeed much more interesting to have such a girl who was not afraid of fierceness to debate with her.

"But..." After she finished laughing, her expression changed quickly.

"But this is just an excuse for the weak and a self-paralyzing satisfaction."

"You survived, but you have to do whatever I want you to do. You see, this is the margin of strength."

In response, Tilan just shook her head. "If according to your theory, the strong are always right, then if one day I become stronger than you, does that mean that what I just said is right?"

"If you become stronger than me one day, you will be right. However, I don't think that day will come for you because you care too much and are distracted too much. This is a good quality for a doctor, but it is not suitable for a warrior, nor for a ruler." The Wolf-Blood Queen answered nonchalantly. She leaned leisurely on the soft leather chair and drank the rare wine she had brewed.

"What you said does make sense, but I don't think it's the truth." Tilan answered while sitting aside.

"If it changes just because I'm stronger, then this principle is not universal and is just an excuse."

The strong are right, so how do we define right? Being awake and strong in the morning is right, and being sleepy and weak at night is wrong. How can there be such a fragile truth?

What is powerful is right, but in fact it is just useless nonsense, just like water at 100 degrees is hotter than water at 10 degrees, 3 is greater than 2, and 2 is greater than 1, these are just superficial results.

The question is how to become strong, how to stay strong, and how to get through the period of weakness.

There is nothing eternal and unchanging in the world. In a chaotic and changing environment, the most valuable thing is how to maintain survival and growth, rather than sitting in a high position and laughing at the struggles and efforts of others.

Although Tilan's rebuttal did not directly refute the queen, it had a similar effect. This was the first time that the Wolf-Blood Queen felt frustrated and her thoughts were not making sense.

"I kind of want to make you suffer now, Heshia." The Wolfblood Queen put down her wine glass.

"However, no matter how much you argue, you can't change the current situation."

"Over the years, I have seen many people who are good at talking and like to use all kinds of reasons to fool people, but these people usually end up in a bad way."

"No matter how good their words are, it doesn't matter. They claim to be saviors from heaven, but in the end their true colors are exposed, which is just ridiculous."

"This is the last time I hear you bring up these fallacies in front of me. If there is a next time, even with such a pretty face like yours, I don't think it will exist." She glanced coldly at Tilan who was sitting below, warning her not to try to refute or explain her remarks again.

Tilan lowered her head, picked up the cup and drank some water in small sips. She still didn't like drinking.

……

Another day, the caravan was already far away from the king's camp, and there were obviously fewer pedestrians and merchants on the road. It was possible that one would not encounter them more than a few times in a whole day.

Looking at the endless grassland, Fran's mood was obviously much better, and he even whistled a little that day.

"Hey, you, get me some water." After riding for most of the day, the wolf-blooded man who was accompanying them shouted to Fran in front of him, but Fran seemed not to hear him at this time.

Seeing this, the wolfblood swung the reins and told the horse under him to catch up, ready to slap Fran in the face and make him see his point.

As the sound of horse hooves approached, Fran in front seemed to sense something and turned around to make way. This left the wolfblood's hand empty. If he wanted to continue, he would have to keep his hands raised to chase, which seemed extremely stupid.

"you……"

He was about to say something when several figures with butterfly wings on their backs descended from the sky in front of him. The wingspan of the butterflies on their backs was nearly three meters, and the patterns on them were extremely strange and beautiful. As they flapped, they swooped down quickly with these butterflies, becoming clearer and clearer.

At this time, the wolf-blood didn't bother to slap Fran, but instead spurred his horse to retreat faster, while picking up the horn at his waist and blowing it quickly and forcefully.

"Woo——" A long sound rang out under the evening sky.

However, it was not just him. Other wolfbloods in the caravan blew the horns one after another.

Under the sky, beautiful butterflies descended one after another. They all had wings on their backs and flew in the sky. Their gorgeous wings of azure, bright red, black, purple and various colors flapped and circled around, like a series of enchanting and strange rings.

At this time, the whole sky had darkened. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was burning like a red glow. Magnificent purple and red clouds filled the sky, decorating the world like a fairy tale world. Everything was so soft and beautiful. The grass underfoot seemed to be tilted and upside down. The whole world was turning over, making people unstable.

“When you see a jaw-droppingly beautiful scene, never doubt that you have fallen into the dream of death they created.”

————A proverb that was popular on the grassland in the past, warning passers-by to be careful of the illusory beauty of the butterfly species.

(End of this chapter)