Chapter 1261 Wanting to Become a Human

The moment Mahidevran was petrified, she knew she was wrong.

She regretted why she had to provoke Aiwass, and also regretted that she had the opportunity to befriend Aiwass, but she failed to stand firmly by his side...

Mahide Fran knew that Aiwas was the previous Pope, the powerful Good Lord Adil, who had defeated and replaced Paradise City. She had even witnessed his arrival in Holy Spring City atop the Indigo King. On one hand, she hoped Aiwas was the prophesied savior... because even the Good Lord didn't particularly like this desert.

On the other hand, she felt somewhat dissatisfied—how could the savior prophesied by the Parthians not be a noble and pure-blooded Parthian?

They followed their fathers' guidance, protecting this desert for generations... With their strength and wealth, if they left the desert, they might even become rulers of a nation. But they have guarded this place since before humans were born, passing it down from generation to generation... Until now, the final savior is an outsider?

Moreover, he was so young, so small...even younger than himself.

This jealousy has overwhelmed her desire for the beautiful boy and turned into a poisonous rage that burns her rationality.

But now, she has calmed down.

She was clearly aware of the horrible state of petrification she had fallen into—it was not like she had never been petrified before.

When she first started learning forbidden magic with their father, her brother often used petrifying rays to tease her younger siblings, trying to attack them and assert his authority... just like she had challenged Aiwass.

But this special kind of petrification not only instantly penetrated all the armor and equipment she was wearing... it also made her feel like she was seeing the end of the world.

The horrifying chill of despair, loneliness, and pain made her feel like she was in the maw of a giant beast. Endless hostility stared at her from all sides. The last time she felt this way was when she was taken hostage to the camp by deserting slaves.

That was how the slaves looked at him.

After that, she had nightmares. Even after being rescued, she still couldn't help shaking when she thought about that day.

Normally... when the petrification was lifted, she should have recovered quickly, as if she had just had a nightmare. The pain she had felt while petrified would have been forgotten in the blink of an eye.

But this time when the petrification was lifted, she felt sore all over.

It was like having a serious illness, even the magic power in the body was lost a lot, and the remaining magic power became a little sluggish.

She subconsciously looked at the brave Ismail and found that he had also become honest.

He was no longer as arrogant as before, nor did he continue to provoke Aiwass. Instead, he used a much more normal voice to call out to his followers who had been petrified for touching the barrier but were now forgiven, and left in disgrace.

When he left, Ismail said nothing and looked at himself deeply.

Mahidevran originally thought that she understood people's hearts very well, but at this moment she could not understand the meaning of that look.

— Was he blaming himself for not stopping him? Or did he feel like he had harmed him? Or was he regretting arguing with her?

…I couldn't understand it, absolutely couldn't understand it. She just felt that the fool Ismaili seemed to have become a little smarter for no apparent reason. It was like a foolish jester who became normal after getting drunk.

Seeing Ismail choose to leave, Mahid Furlan hesitated for a moment before also fleeing with her men. Before leaving, she cleared her throat and politely apologized in front of Aiwas's door in a gorgeous and soft voice.

Inside the house, Aiwass ignored them.

When he chose to release himself from the petrification, he no longer cared about these people.

He was currently staring at the confused Haena.

Or rather, he was torturing her.

What Aiwas said before was not only said to Ismail...but also to Hayna.

"Hana," Aiwass said gently, "Do you know what I want to say to you?"

Haina shook her head slowly, but then she thought of something and nodded slightly.

"yes……"

She whispered, "Destiny?"

Aiwass did not answer her, but only spoke softly, words as sharp as a knife: "How much of your soul is truly your own, Haena?"

Hearing this, Haina's eyes widened.

She knew it...that this was exactly what Aiwass was talking about.

Ever since she learned of her identity, she had been in pain for a while—as a swamp dweller made from a portion of Lancelot's soul, she was the wedge of the ritual of the Shadow of Avalon, and also the "bad cog" that prevented the ritual from functioning properly.

Because of this, she was naturally adaptable to the path of authority. That adaptability actually came from the fragment of Lancelot within her... Although she quickly recovered shortly after that, like a happy and simple college student.

At the same time, she was born in Eagle Point Village, a village completely imbued with the power of twilight, completely frozen. Living with the Wild Hunt from a young age, she had seen more undead than she had known human beings. This also made her adaptable to the path of twilight.

Haina also harbors ambitions that transcend the Dao—when she learned the secret of the Silver Crown Dragon's defeat of the Supreme Heaven from Eagle Cape Village, she felt a surge of excitement. In another worldline, as the leader of the Hyena Gang, "Nameless," she was also a wild and uninhibited warrior.

Now, she has embarked on the path of adaptation again, abandoning her career in the authoritarian path and becoming a complete warrior.

From these perspectives, Haina has adaptability in four different paths.

Haina never really cared about this, partly because she always believed in the idea of ​​"don't think about things you can't figure out" and "don't talk about things you won't encounter." But in reality, she was just hypnotizing herself.

She was the brave Hae-na, and the cowardly one, too; she was the loyal Hae-na, and the rebellious one, too. She had never made a distinction, nor did she want to make one.

Her personality kept changing because of the ups and downs of the power of the Path deep in her soul, and also because of the influence of those things - it was because she knew the nature of the Silver Crown Dragon and because she always adhered to a flexible way of survival that she was willing to abandon the adaptability of the authoritarian Path and transform into adaptation; she did not choose to transcend, because she had a good relationship with Aiwass and Isabel; she no longer had the idea of ​​​​staying in the past, because she knew that her remembrance and nostalgia for that village came from the influence of the power of dusk.

The reason why she kept changing was because Haena kept avoiding the answer to that question -

"What exactly constitutes the person of 'Haina'?"

Seeing that Haina was taking a long time to respond, Aiwass asked again in a slightly more serious tone, "What is your true path? What kind of person do you want to be? What are your dreams?"

"I……"

Haina hesitated to speak.

She was silent for a long time, then she sighed, "I...I can't answer that."

Generally speaking, the higher the level of a Transcendent's path, the more extreme and pure it becomes. However, Haina was an exception—she had already reached the fifth energy level, but still hadn't figured out her own path.

This proves one thing, that is, not all high energy levels will become extreme. As long as the appropriate hedging is carried out, the complexity of human nature can still be maintained at a higher energy level.

"Haina."

Aiwass's tone was lighter. "Lancelot is dead. He completely abandoned his duties as Shadow of Avalon and chose to become a Knight. Your mission is over too."

“Herchin is by my side now, and Eagle Point Village’s mission has come to an end.

"Isabel has become strong enough and no longer needs your personal protection. Is the Royal Guard career really your ideal career?

"As for transcendence—Snake Father is about to ascend, and the path to transcendence will soon disappear. It may become transmutation, or perhaps something else. But the path to transcendence will only last for two more months at most.

"So...what about you? What path are you going to take?"

Aiwass looked at Haina and said seriously, "You can be considered... the first transcendent who led me to this world. I don't want you to be confused until the end."

"Everyone must have their own path, leaving their own footprints and making their own voices to resist fate. When you reach the end of your life and look back, you will be able to see what was imposed on you by fate and what you earned and won yourself.

"——Haina, you're angry about the killing of civilians and therefore hate the 'cake maker.' But are you willing to speak up for the slaves who were actually enslaved and tortured?"

"I……"

Haina hesitated subconsciously, but soon became firm: "Of course."

She had wanted to say something like, "I am a guardian," "I am a shield," "My power is to protect ordinary people," but when the words came to her lips, she felt that they were so pale and powerless. A light "of course" would be more powerful.

Aiwass took a deep breath and gave an order: "Go find the Red Hand Gang."

"yes."

Haina instinctively agreed, and after a few seconds she asked doubtfully, "Are you trying to secretly coordinate... to help you destroy the Red Hand?"

"No," Aiwass denied, "It's to coordinate with the other side and destroy the Holy Spring City.

"Haina... I remember that you were ready to die, right?"

Haina originally came to the Holy Spring City, on the one hand to kill the baker, and on the other hand to sacrifice herself to Aiwas's promotion ceremony.

"I don't need your assistance or sacrifice. You should find your true purpose. You are a powerful being, capable of destroying cities with a single wave of your hand. The fate of people can be easily altered by your will, yet you are shirking your responsibilities as a powerful being, even wavering in your position. This shouldn't be the case."

Aiwass said slowly, "You should not be a puppet of fate, but the master of it. Otherwise, you will become a machine that creates waves, bringing misfortune to more people.

"No matter what, you should go and see for yourself. Go and help them. Go and listen to their voices. Go and see with your own eyes those who are enslaved by fate, and then awaken the anger in your heart.

"No longer an avatar of the founding monarch, no longer a villager who grew up beneath the Wild Hunt's domain, no longer a student in the capital, a friend of the Pope and the Queen, the youngest knight in the Court of Arbitration—but a traveler, a knight of justice. Just like what Heleqin did in the past... simply to uphold justice.

"You were indeed born into a common family, but your life was anything but ordinary. Your greatest suffering was simply being without money... but even so, you never went hungry. You lived better than most, and your innate talent always allowed you to stand out.

"Then—now is the time to see true suffering with your own eyes, Haena. As a strong person, as an outsider.

“This may give you some inspiration.

“It may be painful, but it’s worth it.”

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