Only then did Uchiha Madara understand what Belaque had meant by her beauty trap.
The woman slowly picked up the clothes from the ground and held them in her arms, her face filled with sorrow.
A streak of blood-red tears flowed from the woman's eyes, running across skin as white as snow. The sight was deeply eerie, yet heartbreakingly pitiful.
A mother had lost her child. Somehow, she had found a Magic Stone.
Preserving the last of her memories, she had gone into Mirror Lake and resurrected her child. Now, her memories of the child had grown increasingly vague, but the clothes Belaque wore still stirred the mother's recollections.
"Do you feel a little helpless?" Belaque turned to Uchiha Madara and said, "In the end, this mother and child are both going to die by our hands."
"..." Uchiha Madara did not know what to say. Though these two had both been demonized, they still retained a little human reason and understood a little of what it meant to be human.
Uchiha Madara knew that if he did not kill them now, leaving them alive would only endanger the entire Elzeran Continent in the future.
But in the end, he would still be the one killing them. Uchiha Madara said helplessly, "Then after we die, let the two of us go to hell."
"That's you. I don't want to go to hell. I'm a delicate young lady who's been pampered all her life—I can't endure the suffering of hell," Belaque said.
"We're getting rid of evil for the people now. Do you understand that? We're saving the lives of countless people across the Elzeran Continent. That's a good deed with great merit," Belaque said.
"But now..." Uchiha Madara said helplessly, "Forget it. Let's deal with what's in front of us