A Letter from Green Kitty. (Continued)

Simply put, as a human being, he instinctively felt bewildered and curious about this mysterious and powerful person.

So, when faced with Maria's question, he simply remained silent for a long time before kneeling slightly on one knee...

"Your Highness, I'm here to accept my punishment."

"Punish?"

Maria was puzzled by what the other person said.

What did you do wrong?

"..."

Bocscar fell silent.

But after a moment, he did not offer any explanation or justification for his actions; he simply lowered his head and spoke.

"The war did not end after you left."

"The fighting lasted for a full thirty years before it finally subsided."

"I am tired of killing; I have shirked my responsibilities."

"I followed behind, leaving Kazdel."

"I want to lead Wendigo to a place of peace... just like the Cyclops."

"I don't have the courage of you and the teacher. I'm just a coward..."

Wendigo's words were calm, but beneath them lay a deep sense of helplessness.

He loved the Sarkaz, loved his Kazdel, loved all of Sarkaz and his kingdom.

But as one of the last purebred Wendigo, he also had to consider the interests of his race.

He didn't want to be a cowardly warrior, but he also didn't want to be the last of his race.

He suffered greatly during that time, caught in the middle.

Finally... the Demon King discovered his suffering and forgave his sins.

He left the battlefield as a warrior carrying out the Demon King's orders, not for the sake of his own race.

Theresa left him with a final act of dignity in Sarkaz.

Therefore, even now, he still regards that controversial demon king as his king.

As for Nitze...

He offered no comment.

Although he received the Demon King's pardon, the guilt of shirking responsibility for many years still lingered in his heart, and he was even more remorseful when he heard the bad news about Sarkaz.

If I hadn't run away, if I hadn't left, if I hadn't made that choice back then, would the Sarkaz have avoided their current split?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

Now that the Demon King is asleep, he can only come before Maria to seek punishment to atone for his sins.

Maria looked at the other person, paused for a moment, and then silently reached out her hand.

"I won't say your choice is right... but I can tell you that your choice is not wrong."

"Avoiding war is a biological instinct... Even Nitze, if the Sarkaz were at peace, he wouldn't crave war."

"If I had to characterize your choice, I would hope you could see it as a stroke of luck... Many people don't even have the right to leave the war, but you were given that opportunity and made the choice."

"You didn't flee the war; you were just lucky enough to leave it... Bocscar."

As Maria spoke, she gently patted the veteran of the war on the shoulder.

Just as Theresa had said to him years ago, Maria has now given her own answer.

She didn't blame the other person.

Everyone has the right to choose their own happiness... In her eyes, Wendigo didn't hurt anyone, so he didn't do anything wrong either.

She turned and walked away, her steps calm.

Wendigo stood there, staring blankly at the departing figure, slightly taken aback.

But after a moment, he bowed his head to it.

"Thank you, Your Highness..."

"..."

New Yharnam, within undeveloped ruins.

The silver-white figure was clenching its teeth.

The longsword in his hand was wielded with unparalleled sharpness, and the precise and ruthless attacks were even more cunning and continuous.

His superb swordsmanship and intense desire to attack were enough to make anyone's heart pound with fear.

That's too ruthless.

But in front of her, the orange shadow just kept jumping around.

He would switch weapons frequently and engage in combat with the person in front of him.

The bizarre attack seemed to cause her no discomfort whatsoever; she merely frowned slightly as she dodged what would have been fatal to an ordinary person, her small face remaining composed.

Even so, she was fast on her feet and switched weapons in her hands with lightning speed.

Texas, watching the fight between the two, frowned even more.

As Lappland's best friend, without exception, she knew exactly how skilled Lappland was in combat.

Its unique and highly stylized fighting style is a style of its own... Although she also learned some swordsmanship from Lady Maria, Lappland never regarded it as a whole.

Instead, she directly extracted the essence and considerations of the attack methods taught by Maria and incorporated them into her own fighting style.

Therefore, her fighting prowess in one-on-one situations is extremely impressive.

Texas has seen people who can defeat Lappland before.

But few can confidently say that Lappland will definitely win.

And the Ceobe in front of us... is clearly one of them.

Although she is currently being pushed back step by step, although the girl's face is all scrunched up in a bitter expression, and although Ceobe has no chance to fight back.

But Texas could clearly see that Ceobe was gradually taking control of the situation.

She began to circle around, trying to set the pace for Lappland.

Although the results so far are minimal, she has indeed begun to sway Lappland's rhythm.

There is only one reason for this result.

Ceobe... wasn't used to it.

Everyone has their own habits... just like some people unconsciously cross their legs after sitting down, or some people raise their little finger when filling a water container.

These are habits that accumulate in the corners of life over the years, almost impossible to notice.

The same applies to martial arts.

Everyone has their own rhythm and habits. The so-called battle is about who can suppress their own habits, use a more rational approach, constantly analyze the enemy's choices, and then launch a counterattack.

The older the soldier, the more likely they are to encounter this problem.

A true master, even after decades of fighting and thousands of battles, can still maintain the feeling they had when they first picked up their weapon...

Ceobe, on the other hand, represents the other extreme.

Her fighting style was completely chaotic; her attacks stemmed entirely from her animalistic instincts!

While Lappland was probing and guiding her, Ceobe was also observing and guiding Lappland!

What's even more terrifying is that this girl possesses an astonishing number of combat techniques that she has never mastered.

So far, the two have been fighting for more than ten minutes, and Texas has yet to see the girl use the same move more than three times!

She could even clearly tell that many of them were imitations of Lappland's attacks!

While not as refined as Lappland's style, it's about 70% similar.

But this was only her first time using it!

Heaven knows how many weapons she knows, how many techniques she employs, and how many fighting styles she employs...

Its attack rhythm is even more unpredictable than Lappland's!

This made Texas grit her teeth in frustration.

She was reluctant to admit her failure with the girl.

As another girl cared for by Ms. Maria... Ceobe herself said that her contact with Ms. Maria was only for a short period of time, from sunrise to sunset.

We've been following Lady Maria for over three years!

How could I possibly be worse than them?!

The more Texas pondered, the more pressure she felt on herself.

Their eyebrows are almost touching.

Meanwhile, a maidservant sighed as she brought over a plate of honey cakes...

"Hmm? You've arrived."

Noticing Little Regret's arrival, Texas turned her head to look at him.

But when she saw the other person's expression, she still felt a little strange.

Although Little Regret usually wore a bitter expression, as if he was being exploited by an unscrupulous boss, Texas could sense that he was clearly more depressed now, so she immediately asked him with concern.

"What's wrong? Is... has something happened?"

"... No, I just feel like I'm being a little silly."

Little Regret, her voice carrying a hint of death, her eyes lifeless. "When I first came here, I should have realized that the real big shots don't need my help."

"I should have honestly explained everything back then and then run away."

"Afterwards, that wicked woman not only yelled at me to do chores everywhere, but I didn't do any of my actual work."

"But I was still naively convinced that there would definitely be opportunities in the future, that I would definitely have a day to show myself."

"But what happened? Now she's taken advantage of me, and I'm stuck with her for the rest of my life... Sigh..."

The more she talked about her Little Regret, the more aggrieved she felt.

I won't even go into the details of how she almost got crushed to death after possessing Maria upon arriving in this world.

After everyone got to know each other better, apart from the Doll constantly directing her to do this and that, every time she traveled through time, she could clearly feel that Maria was doing a good job, and her own work was also accumulating achievements.

Therefore, instead of running away directly, she stayed by Maria's side, thinking that if she did more work and Maria completed more tasks, she could go back and take over the position.

But what was the result?

That wretched, wicked woman Doll actually stole all her power without saying a word!

Now, apart from the physical body she has been given, she has no other privileges. Every time she wants to use her abilities to help with cleaning, she has to apply for approval from the Doll...

Life is worse than it used to be!

"Um?"

"Forget it, it was my own fault for being foolish and greedy. I'll just have to be more careful in my next life."

Seeing the puzzled look on Texas's face, Little Regret understood that people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

They were Maria's cherished little pets, but what was she?

He's just a poor, struggling laborer...

No.

At least migrant workers get paid and have days off, but I have to work for others without pay or rest.

He's not even as good as a wage earner!

While the two were talking, the battle between Lappland and Ceobe also came to an end.