Soone had altered the real history, erasing all traces and evidence, and fabricated false information to replace everything that should have been there.
Harls couldn't help but marvel. Who had such power to do such a thing?
"Even I was affected. What an incredible force, but why?"
Harls had indeed been affected. He couldn't rember what had happened in that period of history, but he was certain: the Queen was definitely not Isefia. She was soone else.
"It seems that a lot happened back then."
"Enough of that."
Harls cald down and said to his uncle, "I've forgotten so things, so I can only tell you what I rember."
"What do you want to ask?"
The uncle didn't speak directly; instead, he gave Bailuo the opportunity to ask.
"What is a witch?"
Bailuo's focus was on this, and it was also what made him most furious. He could clearly sense the deep malice Harls held toward witches.
Although Bailuo did not know exactly what witches represented, he was sure they were not simply won who practiced magic or the Little Witches nurtured by Lilith.
Witch was a term cursed with malignancy, extrely vicious.
"Witches are the thieves of this world. They exploited loopholes, wantonly destroying and disrupting established facts, common sense, and the laws governing the operation of all things."
"Like a drop of ink falling into water, it seems to change nothing, eventually setting down in calm," Harls said, "but a change is still a change. Those who were ant to be lucky beco unlucky because of them, and all this, just for one person."
According to Harls, witches were highly particular beings who weren't part of the predetermined trajectory but suddenly joined it.
But witches were always bound to soone. The arrival of each witch was to ensure the making of a great hero.
Clearly, in Harls's view, Bailuo was the person chosen by his witch ntor.
All that she did was for Bailuo, to make him succeed.
"There's a saying in the East, 'the way of heaven is to take from what has in excess and give to what lacks.'"
The world itself is a fixed entity, a constant that doesn't change. This number is assigned to different people, allowing them to live their destined lives.
Of course, this is not immutable, nor does it an that so "fate" has prearranged everyone's life in advance.
In fact, the number itself is constantly changing and flowing.
Nothing in life is certain. Every minute and every second, the trajectory of fate changes, and no one can truly control all of this.
Yet, the essence does not change: the sum of the lucky and unlucky people is always zero. It's because of the presence of the unlucky that the success of the lucky is possible.
As with the great heroes of ancient tis, their victories in war were established on the defeats of others.
The greater the defeat suffered, the higher the glory of the victory.
"But the arrival of witches breaks this continuous cycle of good and bad luck," Harls said. "Witches, with their own strength, divert the fortune of the whole world to converge upon the hero they have chosen. This person becos an outstanding figure of the era, but correspondingly, the heavens and earth will face a terrible transformation."
Just like the transmigrators and systems in the novels Bailuo had read, where the transmigrators received systems and conquered all, but that thrill and joy were imposed on the heads of those who should have been lucky.
They took away the wonderful lives of others, like a virus, wantonly destroying and seizing resources.
"The unlucky remain unlucky, but the lucky will beco unlucky because of this person."
The balance of the world had started to go cheap, which would lead to collapse. Harls had encountered quite a few witches before, and without exception, these witches and their chosen heroes had beco great enemies of the world.
"So, what of it?"
Bailuo understood the concept of witches, but he didn't find his senior sister annoying at all; rather, he liked her even more.
Should he not like her? She was a witch, and Bailuo, well, Bailuo was the protagonist!
What kind of protagonist would hate their devoted golden finger?
Yes, the world had been destroyed because of it, happy people had beco unhappy, but what of that? Bailuo was never a saint; he was very selfish and only cared about his own family and affairs.
Would anyone still hate the witch when they discovered they were the master of the witch?
Where the butt sits, the head follows; who cares if there's a deluge!
"I can understand you, after all, most people are like that, it's not strange."
Harls said, "The existence of witches is also reasonable; they bring disasters to the world, but at the sa ti, they blast open the stagnant waters and inject new vitality into it."
"But she's different!"
Harls pointed at the senior sister, "Not all witches are evil; they have their good and bad sides."
"Witches influence heroes, heroes can also control witches, and even change them."
In this relationship, it's not the witch who controls the authority; it's the hero. Witches are very submissive and obedient to heroes, so Bailuo's will could interfere with the queen's attitude. That was the proper way for the master of witches to behave.
"Do you an that Feiya is a bad witch?"
"Good and evil are not for to decide, but their actions are indeed disgusting."
Harls explained, "Witches have no form; they themselves do not have a tangible entity and need to rely on the distinguished and outstanding won who have existed in the world to build their foundation and descend."
In other words, witches are a collective being; they absorb the pheromones of powerful won who have existed in the world, thereby gaining a body, mories, personality, temperant, and potential.
Harls acknowledged such witches; he had no choice but to acknowledge them.
Because witches are the most outstanding females, unparalleled; they are almost perfect.
"But there is another kind of witch who does not do that," said Harls, "Like her, she replaced soone who should have existed, stealing all their belongings, including their accomplishnts, their beauty, their power, and everything!"
In Harls's view, this behavior was just too disgusting, like a hollow illusion that plagiarized soone and then brazenly enjoyed the benefits of the other's legacy.
Thief, robber, liar, parasite...
Lowly behavior, contemptible.
"So, that's how it is?"
Bailuo finally understood why the Empress of the Far North had such an assessnt of his senior sister when she first saw her; in the eyes of the Empress of the Far North, his senior sister was a knock-off, inferior goods.
It was like a woman, whose boy she admired liked a star, so she had plastic surgery to look like that star.
For the Empress of the Far North to be furious about such behavior was not at all an exaggeration.
Firstly, the Empress of the Far North saw his senior sister as a female powerhouse who could be on par with herself, but the senior sister did not respect herself; her actions tarnished the title of strong won and queens.
If you love him, you should use your true self to win his love; that is real love, and it's the real you that is loved.
To wear soone else's skin, to hide your true appearance, what is that, so kind of painted skin ghost?
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