These days, Tu Qishisan felt as if she were in a dream.
This wasn't just about the transformation from "Warrior" to "Magic King," nor was it simply the shattering of her worldview due to new knowledge of the world...
"So, the King wasn't born to be one either. Turns out, our lives are seen by outsiders as nothing but livestock... We really are the world's cattle!"
Holding the Warrior's Sword, she chopped off the King's head in front of all eyes. After the initial joy and satisfaction came a boundless confusion and helplessness.
As the outsiders would say, it felt like the sky was falling.
The unchallengeable authority from the past, the unerringly correct "Kingdom" and "King" in legends, the righteous side that countless Magic Kings couldn't defeat, just fell lightly under her blade.
Watching the head roll on the ground, the crown splitting into two pieces, she couldn't help but smile.
