(Babaluno)
The battle in the Dormitory District continued...
Though by now, it looked more like they were taming a wild beast.
After undergoing this "Glorious Degeneration," the "Great Blood" no longer displayed that exaggerated learning ability from before. It had become more like a beast acting on instinct.
Even after another dozen-odd minutes had passed, its fighting style remained primitive, and its slime-like form showed no signs of shifting closer to a human shape.
Had Professor Stratos's black spotlight somehow malfunctioned on it?
"You think I chose the wrong path?"
Miss Ice Dragon's face hardened.
It seemed Dad's half was currently in control. That stern aura made it difficult for me to speak.
"How could I not understand the meaning of sacrifice? Any method that can end this war sooner cannot be called wrong... After all, there is no perfect solution."
"No, I don't oppose your wish to accept the Witches. Leaving hope for a dying world, leaving them a chance at survival, would keep them from fighting to the death. They would have reservations in battle... I think Dad's idea is very progressive."
Using soft power to assimilate one's opponents was hardly uncommon in history. It could even be called a tradition.
So Dad's ideal was not wrong. The problem was simply the way she had tried to put it into practice.
"Your mistake was treating Witches as a single whole. Not every Witch deserves forgiveness, nor does every Witch deserve to be persuaded. We should select individuals who can become our friends. As long as they understand our beliefs and are willing to lay down their weapons... even Monsters can be accepted, right?"
"How could Monsters possibly integrate into society..."
"Accepting them if they are Witches and excluding them if they are not—this one-size-fits-all approach is not only