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Chapter 394 Just Like a Gentle Breeze
There is bound to be some loneliness in the world, especially when you are a unique outcast.
Therefore, even though she was capable of dominating the entire world, Clara never stayed in one place for long.
She always arrives quietly, gently stirring up a breeze, causing things that were not beautiful to be carried away like dust as she departs.
It's like a never-ending journey, with no so-called destination, enjoying every moment of dancing with the world, even if sometimes you get a little muddy.
But after walking for a long time, some worries inevitably arise, though they are very light, they are particularly lingering.
For Clara, the more she saw the beauty in others, the more she fantasized about having a place that could accommodate her own beauty, a place called home.
Although she has become accustomed to seeing unfamiliar things and finding joy in them, no one can say that a traveler cannot have a home, can they?
Clara had been walking for a very long time with such expectations, and seemed to have gotten used to the idea that expectations were just her own wild thoughts.
But when she heard from other dragons that she was never alone, that there were witches like her who had built their own empires, she was stunned.
A gentle breeze brushed through Clara's hair, etching her graceful figure into memory. With a little sculpting, it became a shadow, blending seamlessly with all things.
She felt her mind become empty due to various complicated emotions, and she just reached out and touched the corner of her mouth, feeling that instinctive smile.
Clara abruptly ended her journey for the first time, and with joy and excitement, headed towards the Witch Universe.
Before doing so, to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, she first sent a special request, since she had heard that the other witches seemed to be at war.
And so, this meeting took place.
Jiang Kehan blankly removed the green leaf from her forehead, feeling a chill run down her spine as she relived the dreamlike scene from before.
This was the first time she had encountered a situation where someone could forcefully impose their own experiences onto other witches through external means.
When Jiang Kehan and Black stepped into this place, they had already fallen into Clara's "dream," which was the natural magical fluctuations emanating from her.
It's so natural, so natural that it seems like it should always be this way, just like a gentle breeze on your face.
But... Jiang Kehan and Black exchanged glances. Although they remained silent, their slightly trembling hands betrayed their unease.
Who in their right mind could possibly bypass the witch's mental defenses and leave random things inside?
And even if they had that ability, there was no need to give them a hard time right from the start, right?
Jiang Kehan clearly realized at this moment that this original witch's methods were anything but ordinary.
The other party completely lacked basic common sense about witch society, and the etiquette she followed was merely a summary of her past unbridled behavior.
The only good news is that Clara probably doesn't have any ill intentions; she just wants to go home and visit.
Jiang Kehan felt a bit of toothache. She and Blake both realized how ridiculous the situation was, especially after fully experiencing Clara's inner turmoil.
This witch, who is comparable to several empire rulers, seems indifferent to which empire she will belong to in the future.
No, according to the other party's previous habits, whether it's the British Empire, France, or Dahua Air Force, they all need to be cleared of some "dust" in the other party's eyes.
Where did this great revolutionary come from!
They just explode wherever they go!
Jiang Kehan was already feeling a chill run down her spine. The timing of Clara's return to the witches was so "coincidental," just when the witches were about to re-establish order within the organization.
Even after learning Clara's true nature, Angela and the others had no choice but to grit their teeth and take her back.
After all, the witch's biggest enemy right now is still the "Supreme Ones," and without resolving this, there's no point in talking about the future.
While the two were still in a daze, Clara had already relaxed her body, taken off the hat covering her face, and squatted down in front of the tree with a smile, looking at them.
"Hello, may I ask how we should address you?"
Jiang Kehan tried her best to remain calm and replied with a smile, "My name is Jiang Kehan, and the knight next to me is named Angela Black."
Clara raised her head slightly, picked up her staff, and walked towards the two of them.
Without her making any further moves, elaborate yet elegant tables and chairs were raised among the group, inviting them to sit down and chat.
Jiang Kehan also knows this move, but it requires some trace of spellcasting, while Clara seems to have only made a thought.
Without a doubt, this original witch has probably gone very far on the path to becoming a great witch.
After the group sat down, Clara looked at her fellow humans with considerable interest, seemingly comparing herself to them.
Yes, you can clearly see the "traces" left by order on them, though they are faint, they are still quite noticeable.
Compared to Clara, Jiang Kehan and Black's spells are more logically structured and more powerful.
If they were both witches, Clara might not be able to defeat them in a one-on-one fight.
After all, although Clara was quite talented, she was neither as good as Angela, that freak, nor as good as the accumulated power of countless witches over generations.
"Although I don't know what plans you have for me, I will do my best to agree."
Clara pondered for a moment, then looked at the two of them seriously and said, "I want to go home."
Jiang Kehan opened her mouth, then helplessly elbowed the feigning-foolish Blake, and took out several demands made by Angelelli on behalf of the witch from her hand.
To be honest, Angela's demands were quite harsh. For example, during the war, Clara had to follow orders and could not act according to her own ideas.
These demands are likely mostly tentative.
As envoys, Jiang Kehan and her colleague did not have the authority to modify these requirements.
So the two chose to bury their heads in the sand and remain silent.
When Clara saw these requests, she frowned slightly and spoke with a hint of helplessness.
"Although I expected some unreasonable demands, I didn't expect them to be this kind of."
"But don't worry, I agree." Clara smiled slightly, put away the entire request form, and then said to the two astonished people.
"I have always been accustomed to walking through countless worlds as a traveler. This is my path, and it is my daily routine."
"I don't intend to interfere in anything this time I'm home; I just want to lend a hand."
So... I don't care about these things.
Clara's smile was very light, as if it were just hanging up, but it rarely fell, like a gentle breeze.
It may appear chaotic, but in reality, the mind is clear.
“I just…want to see my own home once, that’s all,” she said with a hint of excitement. “When people ask me where I’m from, I will no longer remain silent.”
Chapter 395 Strange Sounds
After hearing her reply, Jiang Kehan and Black both fell silent.
Clara's thought process was completely different from theirs.
Few witches are indifferent to how they can change other witches in their own way.
Even Jiang Kehan, she actually had her own ideas and wanted to make some changes to the witch world.
She doesn't speak out simply because her current abilities are insufficient to support her in making these voices heard and putting these changes into practice.
Clara, however, was different. She genuinely wanted to do something for the witch, but she also truly didn't want to interfere with the witch's original development.
Like a simple guardian, yet also like a heartless bystander.
Perhaps this is the inevitable result of the other party never having lived in the witch world.
Jiang Kehan felt a pang of emotion, but quickly realized something was amiss.
She looked at Clara's composed face with suspicion, her lips twitching. Suddenly, a somewhat unreliable but definitely possible thought popped into her mind about why Clara had thrown her into the witch world.
Clara must have just happened to pass by Jiang Kehan's original world, found her soul somewhat interesting, and casually tossed it into the witch's world!
It's like a capricious gardener who picks up a seed from somewhere else and throws it into his own garden without a care!
Jiang Kehan covered her face helplessly, feeling that she had gained a deeper understanding of Clara.
But... Jiang Kehan looked at Clara and keenly sensed a connection between Clara's personality and that of a certain witch.
She became thoughtful and started calculating the time.
If Clara returned during a foreign war, the impending civil war between the various empires would inevitably delay their departure, causing Clara to witness the rise of a certain witch.
Queen of Witches, Wal Palace Alice Sophia.
Suddenly, the threads of certain events became connected.
Why was Sophia able to rise to prominence right under Angela's noses, without being stopped in advance?
Clara definitely had the secret support to persuade Angelette and the others.
After all, Sophia's philosophy was fundamentally different from Angela's and the others; it was like a completely new path, an unknown gamble.
Angela and her companions were far less inclined to gamble; they preferred that the witch spend more time developing her abilities in exchange for long-term stability.
Is this what history is?
As Jiang Kehan watched these seemingly unrelated events and people constantly rub against each other and compromise under their own will, thus converging into a new stream, she suddenly felt a kind of silent determination.
An epic is not a solo performance by heroes.
Instead, it is a struggle of countless stubborn wills, a fierce battle in which each voices resonate, converging into a grand symphony.
So complex, so alternating.
Until it becomes unstoppable, until the waves surge.
The so-called hero is merely a segment of the narrative, a point of convergence pushed forward by the undercurrents.
From Emma Neva raising the flames to Tanya Flores redefining "death," the pace accelerated until the tyrant, Moment, was beheaded and golden dew fell.
Each vein represents the witch's will at that time, but they are still not satisfied, and they stride forward again to the rousing music.
Thus, just as the external war was coming to a close, the internal war broke out violently.
Angela, in a blood-red silence, begins her self-judgment; Theresa, wielding her sword, forces Fran to regain his will; and Lianghua closes her eyes to sense the commotion within the Great Hua Capital.
At this point, the witch became even more unrestrained!
Thus, Walter Alice Sophia embarked on her journey, beginning to forcefully suppress everything with her own will.
This laid the foundation for the witch's unchanging rule thereafter.
This was the sound that should have been heard. Jiang Kehan opened her eyes, but her brows furrowed.