Chapter 262: Iconoclasm (2)
Although my colleagues hesitated, my response came out surprisingly easily, as if I had anticipated this moment.
“Tell them to watch as much as they wish,” I confidently told the Mirage-Walking Princess. “In fact, I’d like to request that you let the Terras know about everything I’ve done for them. Will you do that? Oh, my goodness. You’re very kind.”
“Gong-Ja...?”
“We may not be able to say that we raised the best species, but we did our best. I can say this without a trace of guilt in my heart. What about you?”
The Black Witch didn’t answer.
“Anastasha, why are you hesitating? Are you worried your species will be shocked when they find out the truth? Once they learn that we’re humans, do you think they’ll feel despair, sadness, or worse, go mad? Is that what you’re thinking?”
Anastasha didn’t answer, but anxiety was clear in her black eyes.
What if they become disappointed in me? What if they don’t like me and curse me like the fake god that I am? What should I do if that happens?
I nodded. “It’s normal to be anxious.”
Parents knew everything about their children, so they could say they loved them without a doubt. But what about the children? They didn’t know almost anything about their parents, what they used to do when they were young, where they were born, the kind of people they surrounded themselves with, and how they had felt when they left home. The children didn’t try to find these things out, either.
The parents showed their children only the sides they wanted to show, somewhat used to acting by now. With smiles, they stroked their children’s foreheads and watched over them like angels.
I stood up and met Anastasha’s eyes. Because she was shorter than me, I had to drop to one knee. “Anastasha, please look at me. My orphanage director did his best to raise us. It’s tough to run an orphanage like he did for so long.”