This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 259 - 243: I’m Proud of You

Chapter 259: Chapter 243: I’m Proud of You

Death is the key to the Witch’s Feast.

Of course, the so-called death doesn’t refer to complete and utter death, but rather a near-death state.

Either mentally or physically.

Each witch’s situation is unique and cannot be generalized. But one thing is certain, and that is Emily has indeed reached an important juncture.

Witches are extraordinary beings, and within Emily, there have always been two completely different forces.

The Elf Clan is a very intriguing group, their abilities are tightly bound to their gender.

Druidic inheritance is typically passed on by male elves, whereas magical inheritance is completed by female elves.

As a witch who must confront the entire Elf Clan, how could she possibly forget the druidic part?

For Emily’s training, it should be a dual cultivation of magical power and natural power.

A singular focus on one side would result in a skewed and lopsided outcome.

Emily’s teacher, unable to provide druidic inheritance, had to refrain from teaching Emily too much magic knowledge.

To prevent an excessive bias, which would lead to the failure of Emily’s ultimate feast.

Otherwise, he couldn’t absorb her witch power.

What he couldn’t do, doesn’t mean Lette couldn’t. Especially after acquiring the full inheritance of witches from the Wise Sage.

Lette pressed the button, which had been traded with the Death God, onto Emily’s forehead, and a dense aura of death immediately spread towards her soul.

After all, the witch’s curse is a desecration against death. Upon discovering the anomaly in Emily’s soul, this power of death became as excited as a shark smelling blood.

"Is everything... okay?"

Lilith expressed some concern, "After all, she is still just a human, and what you placed on her is a button personally kept by the Death God."

"Don’t worry, I have a sense of measure."

Lette said while heading to the armchair, and after plopping down, he fell into a deep sleep.

Alice immediately noticed that Lette had entered a dream state and intended to enter as well, but Lilith and the Liar Demon stopped her.

Pinocchio had a serious expression, "Don’t go, where Lette is heading is Emily’s dream.

Right now, Emily’s soul is in a rampant state, and entering would only cause chaos.

Rest assured, since Lette dares to do this, it means he must be sure of it.

Leave it to him."

In the dream realm, Lette found himself in the familiar territory of the Lawrence Family.

Judging from the buildings in town and the scene of the Lawrence Manor, this should be from about a decade ago.

What surprised Lette was that he found Emily’s spiritual form at a glance.

In this nightmare, Emily’s self-awareness was quite stable and clear. After seeing Lette arrive, she even seemed a bit angry.

"Why, can’t you just trust me once?"

"I’m just here to take a look."

Seeing her state so stable, the last trace of Lette’s worry melted away.

Indeed, Emily was a student taught together by him and Lilith, and she had fought back and forth in the Abyss of Nightmare.

She was now like a character in a game who had reached level 999, with max equipment and skills, using cheats, going to Demon King City to challenge the final Big Demon King.

The one trembling in fear should be the final boss.

"This was my... first year learning magic."

Emily gazed at her home, able to see herself as a child through the second-floor window.

Young Emily was sitting at the desk, crying and copying the Apprentice Magic Summary.

Her silly yet adorable demeanor made both Lette and Emily chuckle.

The two of them stood outside the manor watching the window sill, seeing the little girl finally finish copying the notes and handing them to her teacher for inspection.

Emily suddenly spoke, "Back then, I particularly hated learning magic. At that time, the Lawrence Family had already fallen, living off this piece of land.

This wasn’t a prosperous place, surrounded by forests teeming with magic beasts.

But my father still spent a fortune to hire a magic tutor for me, hoping I could become a mage.

As a child, I couldn’t understand, but later when I grew up, I asked my father why he was so determined to have me learn magic.

My father told me it was my mother’s last wish.

He said that when my mother was passing away, she expressed her hope that I could become a powerful mage who could control my own fate.

At that time, neither my father nor I understood why a mother with no connection to magic would say something like that.

Looking back now, perhaps back then, my mother sensed something.

But as a normal person, she didn’t have any good ways to help but didn’t want me to repeat her mistakes.

Perhaps in her impression and understanding, magic was magical and omnipotent.

Becoming a powerful mage might be the way to avoid repeating her fate."

Lette raised his hand, placing it gently on Emily’s head.

"Don’t cry."

"I’m not crying... When did these tears sneak out?"

Emily wiped away her tears, her movements mirroring those of the little Emily at the window.

"As a child, I also hated learning magic, because I really didn’t have any talent.

But my father said that mages are all amazing. If I become a powerful mage, I might find a way to see Mom again.

So I studied hard and learned furiously! No matter how bitter or tired, I wasn’t afraid...

But... magic knowledge is just like that.

The more you learn, and the deeper you delve, the clearer it becomes that seeing Mom again is...

Simply impossible.

On this day that year, I personally shattered the biggest dream I had..."

At this point, Emily was sobbing uncontrollably, her tears falling like broken pearls.

Lette, lost in thought, understood why the deepest nightmare in her soul was this scene.

He sighed softly, gently ruffling Emily’s hair, "Life is quite helpless, isn’t it?"

"Yes!"

"Do you still have the courage to face it?"

"Of course!"

Emily wiped her face, her expression becoming much more resolute.

"I want to fulfill Mom’s last wish, I want to become a powerful mage who can control my own fate!

I want to hold the helm of life’s ship in my hands!

Lette, I still want to be the captain!"

After saying these words, Emily’s spiritual form suddenly radiated a dazzling light.

Her will became more resolute, and vast soul energy instantly became active.

The accumulation of witches over generations began to grow like a seed taking root and sprouting endlessly.

Ultimately, a beautiful white rose bloomed!

Emily, who had just advanced to the Holy Rank a while ago, once again underwent a transformation, advancing to become a Legendary Strongman!

Upon successfully advancing, she immediately preserved this nightmare.

"Lette, could I send it to Fairy Town?"

"Of course! You are now a mature witch, and Fairy Town naturally has a place for you. Whatever you wish to do, go ahead and do it.

Moreover, I have a gift for you."

Lette stretched out his hand, and a giant ship filled with animals slowly sailed towards her.

"Wishing to be a captain without a ship is impossible... here you go, Captain Emily.

This, is perfect for you."

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