novelhk Chapter 221 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch
Chapter 221 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch
Chapter 221 [The Fool] Angela, the Flower (Thread) Witch, Part 1
What's the difference between a human and a doll?
This is what Angela has been searching for her entire life. If dolls develop thoughts and learn to live, are they then human?
If people lose their own thoughts and become sycophantic slaves, then aren't they just puppets?
Is there really a difference between a human and a doll?
Young Angela calmly observed the sparse crowd. In the garden of Demiémont during the royal era, people lived like obedient toys, following the instructions of their superiors.
The people living in the lower city risked their lives for coarse grains that even the nobles despised, only to fall one after another like stalks of straw. The lives of the poor were utterly worthless.
To survive, a husband might abandon his wife and children simply to keep himself alive, because he only has so many resources left for survival. If he gives them to others, he won't be able to live. You could call him selfish and cold-hearted, but all he really wants is to live.
To make a living, the wife might abandon her husband and children, using her looks to win the favor of certain people in the upper-class area. People at the bottom of society always yearn for a higher quality of life. You could say she's opportunistic, but she just wants to survive.
It's so commonplace that it makes you think it's just how we're born.
Why are people born this way?
Angela couldn't find the answer.
But it seems there's no need for an answer. She's the illegitimate daughter of a fallen nobleman from the upper city and a lover from the lower city. Her father led a very immoral life, and Angela has several younger siblings.
She doesn't even know how many older brothers and sisters she has in the upper district, though they certainly wouldn't acknowledge her as their younger sister.
Her father abandoned his wife and daughter after a one-night stand. Fortunately, he wasn't the worst kind of man; he at least left some money to support Angela as she grew up. But unfortunately, to make a living, Angela's mother was forced to remarry, and when Angela was five years old, she was driven out of the house by her new father.
From then on, he wandered the streets.
It's a very tragic story, isn't it?
In the lower city, there are countless stories far more tragic than this one.
It's all for making a living, it's no big deal.
They sold their souls and gave everything just to survive, only to receive a laughable death in return.
Having survived in the cracks for nearly ten years, rummaging through garbage and stealing things—God knows what Angela paid to survive. All that is known is that a serious illness that almost made her wake up seems to have damaged her brain nerves, leaving her completely unable to control her facial expressions.
But at least she survived.
She loved dolls and sometimes used the dolls she made to win the favor of the wealthy young men in the upper district in order to make a living.
In this respect, she was truly a genius. At that time, she was completely unaware of her magical talent, yet she could create lifelike dolls without using magic.
She thought she would live like this forever, until one day she met a man who called himself the leader of the "revolutionary army".
He gave her a loaf of bread and said that she would have such bread every week from now on, and Angela chose to work for him without hesitation.
Because of the brutal rule of the Upper City, revolutionary armies like these sprang up in full swing. At first, they were just underground forces, but gradually, the corrupt nobles seemed to completely disregard these rats' antics, and so these rats slowly moved from the underground to the surface.
They even resorted to recruiting people on the street. Angela was one of them, and there are many others like her. It's all just a matter of making a living; it's nothing special.
Subsequently, a vigorous revolution broke out in the Garden of Beauty.
The revolutionary army captured all of the lower city without lifting a finger, and most of the upper city also fell.
Those foolish nobles who only know about gambling, prostitution, and drugs are no match for the endless stream of public opinion—at this rate, it's only a matter of time before the entire Garden of Démehereum falls into ruin.
But the revolutionaries' enemies were not just nobles; in fact, their enemies were far more numerous than nobles.
Power can corrupt the nobility, and it can also corrupt them.
Amidst the allure of luxury and temptation, countless people have fallen into the clutches of this dazzling world, unable to extricate themselves.
The so-called revolution quickly devolved into a celebration of the newly emerging aristocracy. A large portion of them reached agreements with the old aristocracy to become residents of the new aristocracy's ruling city.
So a massive revolution quickly turned into a farce. Only some people came to rule; nothing changed.
People are still like puppets.
Or perhaps, this is just how people are.
Of course, there will be people who are dissatisfied with the policies of the newly emerging aristocracy. They are from the lower class, yet they completely disregard the feelings of the lower class and act against the tide.
They even went to greater lengths than the old nobles to satisfy their own desires.
Angela, who initially joined the movement for bread, was also one of the rebels, resisting the new nobles who were denying them a way to survive.
It's not that I have any sense of justice; I'm just really upset that I didn't get the bread that was promised.
So she was expelled.
Well, in order to flaunt the democracy proposed by the new aristocracy, they didn't execute these troublemakers but chose to expel them. They also knew that the ultimate fate of those who were expelled and left homeless was death.
Angela was thus driven out of the Garden of Demiea, and during her wanderings, she met her master.
It was this chance encounter that led to the creation of a legendary witch with extraordinary abilities.
Perhaps if those people had given Angela a few more pieces of bread back then, the Flower Witch might never have been born.
But perhaps is just a possibility; it doesn't mean it didn't happen just because it's a possibility.
Angela, who returned from her studies at Beatrice, was so powerful she was practically an alien. She didn't even need to lift a finger; her endless army of puppets was an unstoppable dragon-slaying blade.
The soldiers sent by the despots were no match for those war machines enhanced by magic. The puppets were impervious to pain, but they were.
The era of absolute monarchy and the garden of despotism came to an end in her hands.
It was because of a few pieces of bread that this resentful girl killed all the bastards who owed her money for bread. She often told others that if you promise someone something, you should keep it.
Angela then established the Witch Council system, which was the prototype of the garden, and built the garden.
The reason she didn't want to become a dictator above everyone else was simply because she was too lazy to manage such a kingdom. Let the people under her do whatever they wanted; she was only passionate about magic, especially puppet magic.
No one could have imagined that the unkempt, dirty little boy who wandered the world would achieve such great things. Perhaps it was fate, as Angela would say.
Fate is so unpredictable; even if you see it, you can't change many things.