Ibel, a witch born at the beginning of the Third Age. After the collapse of the Mercury Dynasty, the world entered an era of numerous nations, and Ibel was born in a small country.

As a child, she was just an ordinary girl, living with her father in a small town. As an adult, her beauty attracted the son of a local bully. As in many stories, the girl's father died to protect his child, and the young Ibe'er fled into the mountains.

Perhaps this intense stimulation awakened her, and soon the girl discovered her special talent. She could easily communicate with wild beasts and monsters in the mountains, even without words or sounds. And even the most dangerous monsters would not actively harm her.

This gave her hope for revenge, and as she grew older, she finally gained control of a large number of powerful monsters. After that, she returned to the human race to look for her former enemy, and soon, with the help of monsters and wild beasts, she learned where that person was.

But unexpectedly, the bully's son changed his character after many years and became a hero. He helped the weak, repelled monsters, protected the villagers, became the guardian of this small country, and even got engaged to the princess.

Faced with the witch's revenge, he bravely stood up in the hope of not implicating others.

Despite his best efforts, and even with the help of many friends, the hero was still defeated by the witch.

————Thousands of years ago————

The land was covered with devastation and ruins, with corpses of monsters and soldiers everywhere. Many of them were still emitting wisps of white smoke and a burnt smell. The hero was struggling to squat on the ground, but his back was being pressed down by the heavy foot of a giant elephant, and he was about to fall.

"I beg you, please let my family go and don't involve more people." His face was pale, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and it looked like he wouldn't live long.

"Family? You have family too." The black-haired witch sat on the tall back of the black dragon, overlooking her former enemy.

"Why should I agree to you? Everything we have today is the result of past causes. When my father died of wounds and hunger that winter, did anyone plead for us?"

"It's a pity that I survived and brought a tarnish to you, a flawless hero. I'm so sorry..." The witch Ibel replied coldly.

"Get out of here, you bad woman!" A childish voice came from the corner behind the city wall, and then a child in flowered clothes broke free from the adults' obstruction and stood in front of the hero.

"Uncle has done a lot to protect everyone and has always had a hard life. You are not allowed to hurt him." He shouted with a trembling voice, as if to cheer himself up.

"You are a bad person. You only do things based on your own likes and dislikes without considering everyone else at all." He became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Why should people who do good things be killed, while a witch like you who does evil to everyone can live?"

"I..." Yibel looked at the child, her fingers tightening beneath her sleeves, anger mixed with sadness. She actually saw a bit of her past self in this child.

Seeing that the witch was speechless after being scolded by him, the child felt a little excited and happy at the same time as he was afraid.

"Why can't you forgive your uncle? Then everyone can live a good life."

The witch remained silent, and the scene became quiet. For a moment, the people hiding and watching the battle around also felt a little hope.

"Hehe........." Looking at the child, Yibel suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, with tears in her eyes.

"So, am I wrong?"

"Yes, you are wrong."

Hearing this harsh accusation, the witch glanced at the remaining people around her, seeing their cautious and hopeful eyes, a feeling of nausea came over her.

This is ridiculous. Do I need you to acknowledge whether I'm right or wrong? Or is this what you call justice?

The pleasure of killing his enemy was gone, and a different kind of nausea and irritability surged in his heart. Unfortunately, the child opposite him did not notice this, so he continued.

"So, you have to learn to be more loving, so that you can be happy." He said what he heard in class.

"Shut up." With a low voice, a beast claw tore through, leaving a trail of blood, and executed the hero who was half-crouching on the ground.

The splashed blood splashed before the child's eyes, making his eyes dull and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Actually, I was planning to let him go. But I'm glad that your words stopped me from thinking this." The witch's cold voice sounded in the child's ear.

"I hate this kind of hypocritical 'justice'. You just yell at me from your own perspective and never really ask what I've gone through in the past or how I've been through these years."

"It seems pure and kind, but it's actually just selfish hypocrisy."

"I hate children the most. They are self-righteous and see others in black and white. They use their pitiful knowledge and insights to explain others, and still feel good about themselves." The witch said as she slowly descended from the sky.

“Snap—”

A crisp slap was heard, and the child in front of him immediately covered his face and stepped back in panic.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because it would be more pleasing for me to see you suffer alive."

Accompanied by the roars of dragons and monsters, the witch finally left the country, and the originally stable small country declined, was gradually annexed, and disappeared in time.

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