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Listening to Nasita's gentle and low voice, Paimon looked up, his eyes filled with a warm glow, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Nasita... is truly an incredibly gentle goddess."

Naxida lowered her eyes slightly, her fingertips gently scratching the soft, snow-white hair at her temples, and then a shy yet bitter smile appeared on her lips.

The smile hadn't even fully bloomed before it froze—

She sighed softly, her breath like the wind rustling through withered leaves, and said with an indescribable weariness and self-reproach, "Was it gentle?"

"But it is precisely this gentleness... that has become my shackles, and also my indulgence of disaster. It is because I have not resolutely drawn my sword that innocent people have been repeatedly exiled to this desolate place."

"Why do you say such things, Little Lucky Grass King?" Seno's deep voice sounded from the side, his tone steady yet concerned, his scarlet eyes gazing at her quietly.

Nasita frowned slightly, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the edge of her sleeve, her voice soft yet clear: "Actually... Caesar has possessed the power to completely purge the royalists from the very beginning."

"The time for reckoning was ripe the moment they transformed from heroes into parasites."

"But he remained inactive—not because he was powerless, but because he intentionally left these people as my 'test enemies'."

There seemed to be a slight lump in her throat: "But I... time and time again hesitated before making a choice, and withdrew my hand before the blade was drawn."

"Thus, their arrogance grew ever more rampant with each concession; their crimes also grew ever more blatant with each act of leniency."

“My hesitation is the basis for their rampage; my kindness has been forged into a blade to pierce others.”

“Behind each and every wrongful conviction and atrocity lies my silent acquiescence and my hesitant indulgence.”

She slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling as if bearing an invisible weight: "In the end, all of this... is my fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, the forest fell silent except for the soft rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Paimon quickly floated over, her small hand clutching Nasita's hem, her voice clear and firm: "Nasita! You can't think like that! The ones who are wrong are the royalists, those who betrayed their oaths and trampled on their conscience—not you! And certainly not your gentleness!"

Ying stepped forward, her eyes clear as the first spark of a rising star, her voice warm yet powerful: "Kindness is never a sign of weakness, nor is gentleness a synonym for cowardice."

"The truly guilty are those who see kindness as a weakness and compassion as an easy target!"

Seno nodded, his expression solemn and sincere: "Respected Little Lucky Grass King, although I stood on a different side in the Order of the Church, I never questioned your wisdom and perseverance—"

"You have always been clear-headed and compassionate on your path."

Iya simply rolled up his sleeves, his crimson eyes blazing, and said decisively, "I don't care what those grand principles say!"

"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on my sister will be wiped out—royalists or fools alike, messing with you is like tampering with my heavens!"

Naxi Da looked up in surprise, her eyes glistening with tears, like dewdrops touched by the morning light. Looking at the sincere faces before her, she swallowed hard, and finally whispered, "Everyone... thank you."

Ying smiled and reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching the cool back of her hand: "Don't be shy. We're on this side—"

Her smile deepened, her gaze unwavering as she pointed to her heart and said, "It will always be yours."

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