271 Bathory 4 (2/2)
Three years ago, she also met someone at the same level as Bathory. That time, was she an ant too in that fat doctor's eyes?
If so, then it's perfectly justified why she got separated from Gio and had to endure those torturous years. Because she was an ant. Even now, she was.
Weirdly, Sofony didn't give Bathory a self-deprecating laugh or smile. After donning a serious expression, she asked, ”You called me The Princess of the East. You can predict the future. Does it mean you saw me being addressed like that or being in a situation which earned me the right to be called that?”
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Sofony didn't hesitate to answer. ”Yes. I also didn't forget you told me I will be a future colleague.”
The Countess laughed, ”Even now, you are a princess of the east. Actually I've already given you so many clues about it. Anyway, let's move to the next one. The highest that could be reached is Level 10 and those who managed to do so are real monsters. Not only are they awarded strength capable of creating and destroying realms in this world, they are also awarded a certain number of wishes. Those wishes are what drove people like us to survive and reach the top. While the system is the embodiment of mystery and could let us wield power and be superior to everyone else, those wishes are what truly embodied the impossible. Go back in time, revive a whole clan, or destroy the whole planet... Name it all, dear.”
Great longing was in the red-haired lady's eyes. Bathory's beautiful features that usually made her appear confident and regal had rare gentleness on them. That look of yearning spoke so much of her whole immoral journey.
'This noblewoman failed to level up to that point, either due to lack of time or lack of luck and talent.'
Sofony suspected it was shown on purpose to make her realize what the promise would be all about.
And then she and the other audience in the place came up with a conclusion. The short-haired woman repeatedly blinked at the Countess. Shock was written all over her face.
The question that popped up in her head made her hold her breath for so long, 'If it's really a wish and there's a limited number provided per successful immoral host, does it mean she simply saw me reaching that level hence she wanted to secure one of it? Is that really what her Prediction made her see?'
A minute later, she told herself, 'Damn! This sounded so unfair!'
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