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"His actions have plunged Terra into an irreparable crisis. How long are you going to defend him?"

Faced with Kal'tsit's questioning, Theresa did not back down at this moment.

"I have always firmly believed in the idea that every life deserves to be treated with kindness, but before we can learn to treat others with kindness, we must first learn how to love ourselves."

"It was Shen Lin who allowed Sarkaz children to fly kites in the wheat fields!! He saved tens of thousands of families in Kazdel!!"

"He made the Sarkaz stand up, he saved the children of the Sarkaz from the hardships of survival, he gave Kazdel a future—these are facts!!"

“However, Kal'tsit... I cannot bring myself to destroy all the beauty that the Sarkaz have created, even for the sake of that distant future.”

"Survival is not an inherent right, but rather a responsibility and obligation of civilization."

Her voice was calm and firm.

If a desperate person feels warmth, then she will no longer be able to endure the long, cold night.

The reception room suddenly fell into dead silence. Kal'tsit suddenly lowered her eyes and chuckled softly. The laughter was filled with the weariness of a thousand years, as if stardust that had witnessed the cycle of civilizations had fallen to earth.

“Theresia, since you insist on protecting him, then I have no choice but to take more direct measures.”

"If necessary, I will crush your ambitions completely, just as I did back then!!"

Theresa's pupils suddenly contracted, and anger burned in her eyes. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, her voice filled with uncontrollable rage.

"Kal'tsit! How dare you threaten Kazdel! How dare you threaten the future of the Sarkaz!"

Kal'tsit did not back down; her gaze was like a sharp blade piercing Theresa's heart.

“Theresia, your blindness has led Terra to the brink of destruction, and I cannot stand idly by.”

"destroy?"

"Kal'tsit, the destruction you speak of is the rise that the Sarkaz have dreamed of for millennia! The ambition you speak of is the right that we must fight for in order to survive!"

"What gives you the right to stand on your moral high ground and point fingers at us!"

Theresa had never felt that her former best friend was so unfamiliar; what flashed through her mind was the disappointment Shen Lin had shown her when they first met.

At that moment, she finally understood how the other person felt.

"Theresia, your anger will only blind you to the truth. Kazdel's rise has already threatened the balance of the entire Terra."

"If this continues, war will once again engulf this land, and countless innocent lives will be lost as a result."

Theresa’s voice suddenly rose, her eyes flashing with anger and pain.

"Innocent lives?"

"Kal'tsit, do you mean the Sarkaz are innocent lives? Are we born to be oppressed, trampled on, and rot in the mines?"

"Shen Lin gave us hope and a future, but you're going to destroy it all with your own hands!"

Kal'tsit's brow furrowed slightly, but her voice remained calm.

"However, the soft is easily broken and the hard is easily broken; your actions will surely bring destruction upon Kazdel."

“I have never denied the suffering of the Sarkaz. But the way to solve suffering is not through war and expansion. Your choice will only plunge more lives into the abyss.”

“There are many ways to end the suffering of the Sarkaz. Theresa, as we studied back then, and as the Sarkaz in other countries, they are all living good lives.”

“Theresia, I think you need to wake up. That demon lord, he used temporary bliss to bewitch you. His expansion is only for his own ambition…”

"This is my final warning!! You are not allowed to speak ill of him!!!"

A chill instantly permeated her calm tone, and Theresa's gaze turned cold.

The air in the reception room seemed to freeze for a moment, and the wind outside the window seemed to stop blowing. The candlelight flickered in silence, illuminating the tense faces of the two people.

"Whether he deceived me or not is not for you to decide!"

“This land now called Victoria was originally our homeland. We have been tolerating it, and even when we were completely defeated, they still wouldn’t let us go.”

"Why didn't you say these words to the gods and the ancestors back then?"

"Kal'tsit, you will never understand the pain of the Sarkaz, nor will you ever understand my choice! If you insist on being an enemy of Kazdel, then—"

Her voice abruptly stopped, and the next moment, a ball of dark energy suddenly condensed in her hand, Originium Arts dancing at her fingertips, as if it could erupt at any moment.

Kal'tsit's gaze sharpened slightly, and she leaned forward like a cheetah poised to pounce. Her voice was low and cold.

"Theresia, are you really going to fight me for him?"

Before she finished speaking, Theresa's energy suddenly erupted, and the dark energy swept towards Kal'tsit like a torrent.

Kal'tsit's figure vanished from her spot in an instant; her speed was so fast that she dodged Theresa's attack almost instantly.

"Mon3tr!!"

Kal'tsit took a half step back, her fingertips tracing a pale arc in the void. The air suddenly distorted, and a colossal black beast roared out from the rift, its claws whipping up a spatial-tearing gale as it lunged at Theresa.

Theresa's robes were billowed by the air currents, and several gray dust particles condensed into vortexes around her, wrapping around the giant beast's limbs like living things, forcefully pinning the several-meter-tall behemoth to mid-air.

"Kal'tsit, I now understand why you can never find a place to belong."

"I took you in despite the pressure so that you could have a home, but now you want to destroy the only home the Sarkaz have."

"Without father, without ruler, abandoned country, abandoned family... You don't know how to be grateful, Kal'tsit."

In that instant, Kal'tsit was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; her pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had been struck by an invisible hammer.

Before she could speak, Theresa continued.

"A Sarkaz who grew up in Victoria, he read Victorian history, memorized Letanian music, and was familiar with the cultures of other countries..."

"But—he has forgotten their former homeland, forgotten their history, and even forgotten their culture. Does that mean he is still a Sarkaz?"

"Shen Lin once said that if one loses the meaning and purpose of life, one cannot live faithfully."

“The Sarkaz must have a home, and they must remember their history and culture, because this is the only place that can embrace the Sarkaz.”

In the darkness, Theresa's jewel-like eyes shone with unwavering determination.

"Kazdel, Kazdel... This is not only the homeland of every Sarkaz person, but also the spiritual home of them."

“If Kazdel falls, we will rebuild it, house by house, until we can’t build any more houses.”

Even if we eventually become tombstones, the inscription will record the dawn we ignited with our own hands. Some sparks are destined to rise from the ashes and be reborn.

"From this day forward, our will will forever accompany the Sarkaz through countless dawns!!"

Theresa's voice resonated with a metallic tremor, and the dust particles in the vortex suddenly burst forth with a blinding red light.

The behemoth roared in agony, its scales cracking open in a spiderweb pattern, and the scattered fragments were swallowed up by the black particles before they even hit the ground.

Kal'tsit's pupils contracted slightly. She had never seen Originium Arts in this form before—those particles that were supposed to heal life were now turning into black holes that devoured everything.

The candles suddenly went out.

Two clusters of eerie blue flames ignited in the darkness, and the shrill sound of the Mon3tr blade slicing through the air exploded simultaneously from two different directions. Theresa, however, seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of each attack, and the barrier formed by black mist precisely intercepted the blade.

The behemoth suddenly lunged out of the shadows again, this time its claws gleaming with an ominous crimson. But Theresa didn't even turn around; the black vortex hovering behind her suddenly expanded, swallowing the entire behemoth whole.

Kal'tsit heard her bones making a creaking sound as if they were being squeezed under the weight. It wasn't physical pressure, but rather something more essential was being extracted from her.

She finally realized the true nature of those black particles: they were plundering life force, turning everything they came into contact with into pure energy to feed back to the host.

"Theresia! When did you master this power?!"

Kal'tsit's astonishment was drowned out by the roar of the energy storm.

The entire room began to collapse from the edges toward the center, with murals, carpets, and even air being sucked into the ever-expanding black core.

The final image freezes on the moment Kal'tsit staggers backward. Theresa's fingers hover half an inch in front of her throat, but the dust swirling around them vanishes upon touching her skin.

The entire room seemed to be paused, all the swallowed matter reformed, even the broken teacup was restored to its original state, only the thin, bleeding mark on Kal'tsit's neck proved the life-or-death moment just now.

"You... you can actually control it to this extent."

Kal'tsit's breathing finally became slightly disordered. She watched the golden lines in Theresa's eyes gradually fade, and a chill crept up her spine.

What this woman just displayed was not merely the power of destruction, but a godlike control that allowed her to switch freely between destruction and creation.

No, that's not her power!

At that moment, Kal'tsit felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She felt as if a gaze had crossed a vast distance and instantly landed on her. That gaze was like a sharp spear, piercing straight into Kal'tsit's soul.

Theresa took two steps back, and the rampaging energy field completely subsided, with only the scorch marks remaining on her cuffs indicating the authenticity of the battle.

"You understand now?"

Her voice returned to calm, and her gaze upon the distraught Kal'tsit was more oppressive than any roar.

"What we are going to protect is a future that you cannot even imagine."

Kal'tsit silently wiped the blood from her neck, then turned and walked toward the door. Moonlight streamed through the ripped hem of her dress, casting swaying, fragmented shadows on the ground.

She murmured in an almost inaudible voice only the moment she stepped out the door.

"Theresia, I hope you won't regret your choice today."

Kal'tsit's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, leaving Theresa alone in the drawing room. The candlelight flickered in the wind, illuminating her solitary yet resolute figure.

She still remembers the genuine smiles she saw on the Sarkaz people when she was in Syracuse.

Theresa murmured softly, a complex light flickering in her eyes.

"I did it, Shen Lin..."

"I will protect Kazdel's future and will never let anyone destroy it."

Chapter Ninety-Four: All That Is Seen Is a Miracle

With a heavy heart, Theresa embarked on her journey back to Kazdel.

After becoming the Demon King, a dream slowly took root in Theresa's heart.

She wanted to give both the Sarkaz and the infected a home.

Kal'tsit's words still echoed in her mind, like a thorn that would prick her thoughts from time to time.

She couldn't completely shake off the doubts and worries, but deep down, she still held a firm belief in Kazdel's future.

The camel slowly entered the outer city of Kazdel. Theresa's jewel-like eyes widened suddenly, and her originally gloomy mood gradually brightened with the scene before her.

"This is……"

The morning light spills across the boundless golden wheat fields, resembling a shimmering ocean.

This is a land that Kazdel has never had before.

"If Kazdel had such agricultural conditions back then, how many Sarkaz families would have been spared from famine..."

Theresa's gaze swept over the infected people working in the fields; their faces, though weary, were filled with satisfied smiles.

Her steps stopped beside a newly cultivated field. At the edge of the wheat field, several infected people of different races were busy around a complex irrigation device.

She noticed that their wrists were covered in Originium crystals, but those crystals no longer seemed dazzling in the sunlight; instead, they resembled some kind of unique medal, shimmering with a faint light.

One of the Sarkaz men, wearing a Democratic Union armband, was bending over adjusting a water valve. His movements were skillful and focused, and sweat dripped from his forehead onto the soil beneath his feet.

Beside him, a Liberian woman was communicating with her companion in Sakaz. Although her pronunciation was a little stiff, her tone was full of enthusiasm and friendliness.

"The water pressure here needs to be adjusted,"

The Sarkaz man patiently explained to the infected.

"Otherwise, the wheat fields to the east will run out of water."

"I'm here to help!"

A young Liberian boy ran over, tools in hand, a bright smile on his face. He moved swiftly, and soon he and the Sarkaz man had adjusted the water valve.

Theresa stood there dumbfounded, the scene before her completely beyond her comprehension.

Her gaze shifted between the wheat field and the busy infected, a flicker of disbelief and surprise crossing her eyes, which was then replaced by a profound sense of awe.

What has Shen Lin done now?

She remembered that when she left, Kazdel had just reached a "cooperation" agreement with Syracuse. How could such a huge change have occurred during her time as an envoy to Sargon?

She was trying to process what was happening before her, attempting to overlap the scene with the Kazdel she remembered.

The churches destroyed by war, the bloodshed shrouded in war, and the seduction denounced as devilish, that Kal'tsit spoke of, have now transformed into plump ears of wheat in the fields.

She had already prepared for the worst, but the scene before her eyes gave her a sense of unreal shock.