Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The question is, how can one become strong, how can one stay strong, and how to get through times of weakness.

Nothing in this world is eternal and unchanging. In a chaotic and ever-changing environment, the most precious thing is to maintain survival and growth, rather than sitting in a high place and mocking others' struggles and efforts.

Tilan's retort, though not directly refuting the Queen, had a similar effect, and it was the first time the Wolf Blood Queen felt a kind of frustration in her thoughts.

"I'm somewhat inclined to let you suffer, Hexia." The Wolf Blood Queen put down her wine glass.

"However, no matter how you argue, you can't change the current situation."

"Over the years, I've seen many eloquent people who like to use all sorts of reasoning to fool others, but these people usually don't end well."

"What good is sweet talk? Each one of them claims to be a savior, but once their true form is revealed, it's just laughable."

"This is the last time I hear you speak such twisted logic in front of me. If there's a next time, even a pretty face like yours, I doubt it will remain." Her eyes coldly glanced over at Tilan sitting below, warning her not to try to argue and explain her own remarks again.

Tilan lowered her head, took a small sip of water from her glass, still disliking alcohol.

...

Another day, by now the caravan was far from the King Camp, and the pedestrians and merchants on the road were noticeably fewer. Perhaps in a whole day, they wouldn't encounter many.

Looking out over the vast grassland, Flan's mood noticeably improved, and he even whistled a bit that day.

"Hey, you, get me some water to drink." After riding most of the day, a Wolf Blood Species accompanying them yelled at Flan ahead, but at that moment, Flan seemed not to hear.

Seeing this, the Wolf Blood Species shook the reins, urging his horse to catch up, preparing to slap Flan to make him understand his reasoning.

As the sound of hooves approached, Flan ahead seemed to sense something, turned around and stepped aside, making the Wolf Blood Species' hand fall into thin air. To continue, he'd have to keep his hand raised while chasing, looking incredibly foolish.

"You..."

He was just about to say something, but figures with butterfly wings on their backs descended from the sky in front, their wingspan nearly three meters, with extraordinarily enchanting patterns. As their wings flapped, the Butterfly Species quickly swooped down, becoming clearer and clearer.

At this moment, the Wolf Blood Species could no longer bother slapping Flan but instead spurred his horse to retreat while grabbing the horn at his waist and blowing it urgently.

"Woo—" The prolonged sound echoed under the evening sky.

But it wasn't just him; other Wolf Blood Species in the caravan also began blowing their horns one after another.

Under the sky, each beautiful figure of the Butterfly Species descended, all flying with wings on their backs, wings of blue, bright red, dark purple, and other colors flapping, swirling around, like enchanting and eerie circles.

At this time, the entire sky darkened, clearly only two in the afternoon, but the sky burned like a red glow, with splendid purple-red clouds filling the sky, decorating the world like a fairy tale world. Everything was so soft and beautiful, the grass beneath seemingly tilting and inverting, the whole world flipping, making it hard to stand steadily.

"When you see a jaw-droppingly beautiful scene, never doubt that you have fallen into the death dream they created."

————A popular proverb on the grasslands, warning passersby to be wary of the Illusion Realm of the Butterfly Species.