Chapter 143: Handling the Treasure
"Mhm, of course..."
Ansu could only agree to everything, using the topic to expand his thoughts.
"Actually, not going back to the source of the Chosen One, the Church of Holy Light, aligns perfectly with my thoughts."
"After all, if we want to maintain our independence, we can't truly become great villains and jump too high, attracting fire from all the righteous forces, nor can we completely side with the faction of the righteous gods. We should forge a path that belongs solely to us."
A delicate shade of gray, nestled between black and white.
"Miss Witch, I imagine you've long been fed up with that so-called 'great ideal' of the Echoes of Truth, haven't you?"
For the sake of returning to that 'beautiful and pure' pastoral era of humanity—which was actually just a cruel world where all humans were treated as fodder and ants—they constantly commit acts of terror in the name of truth, bringing chaos and death to the entire world...
To put it bluntly, the elders of the Council of Elders really just want to be slave owners. Even those stingy factory owners in Benalu City are more progressive than them, and the decadent nobles in the Royal Capital would surely cry out, "You're too extreme!"
"Of course I'm fed up!" Celia sneered. "Hearing those guys' slogans all day long is annoying to death..."