Your Excellency True Ancestor, are you very familiar with this Black Witch? You should know that they're both using the blood of Long-lived Species.
They had finally caught a White Witch, yet they chose to kill her outright?
That was rather strange.
"A White Witch's value is nowhere near as great as you imagine."
Vivian glanced at the frowning Lan Qingyou.
Though she had no idea where the other woman had gotten her information.
Since she was asking this, she must have learned something, though not the full picture.
"How so?"
"Most White Witches are Artificial Humans. Compared to witches who evolved from humans, the identical genes of White Witches naturally aren't worth much."
Vivian spread her hands as she explained.
I see.
Now she finally understood.
It seemed that the truth about White Witches being Artificial Humans had been uncovered sometime over the past century or so.
But thinking about it, it had never been much of a secret.
Perhaps even Alisa herself had never intended to hide it.
Don't forget.
Besides Artificial Humans, there were also natural-born White Witches.
As long as those people were fine.
Alisa basically wouldn't care whether the Artificial Humans lived or died.
Don't spout such naïve nonsense as, "Artificial Humans are people too."
To Alisa, their creator, they were disposable materials.
Assistants who could help her conduct experiments in the laboratory;
servants who could clean her house;
Chefs who could cook for her in the kitchen;
soldiers who could clear obstacles for her on the battlefield.
It was naturally a good thing if they flourished and grew.
But if they died young halfway through, she would not be overly saddened.
In Alisa's words, these things were originally the sort that could be produced automatically in batches with the press of a button.
They