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"emmm... Ruthfiel, what do you think the Moon Rabbits will choose?"

Dorothy, borrowing the authority of the Moon God, sneaked into the psychic network of the Moon Rabbits and listened to Sidwell's speech.

Although the young Moon Rabbit Queen was a bit brash and her manner of speaking still had the roughness of a martial arts warrior, it wasn't a big problem, after all, the Moon Rabbits were a warlike race; it would be odd if they were too polite and genteel.

However, Dorothy was also uncertain about what the Moon Rabbits would ultimately decide.

"Isn't this your idea, Miss? It was your insistence on giving them the right to choose. If you ask me, dictatorship is still better."

The bad woman, who was a Fallen Angel, glanced sideways at the miss by her side and rolled her eyes slightly.

Even though the Miss's words had been approved by the Destined Canon, Ruthfiel was still not very enthusiastic about this approach. In her view, believers were nothing more than providers of faith, expendable resources; why would they need the right to choose for themselves?

Tsk, the person who made a fuss about giving the Moon Rabbits a choice was you, and now the person worried about them not following the path you want is still you, Miss. Don't you find these superfluous actions tiring?

The Fallen Angel couldn't understand this at all.

"It's different, isn't it? The result of force and the result of one's own choice are two different concepts. I could dictate, but I'd rather they walk this path driven by their own will."

Dorothy shook her head. Although she was still somewhat worried, she said so.

She wanted the Moon Rabbits to understand that what they were going to do next wasn't for her, the Moon God, but for their own future.
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A force that doesn't understand what it's fighting for or striving for lacks genuine faith. Such a force might appear strong at first glance, but can only fight with the wind at their backs; in headwinds or even desperate situations, they can't be relied upon.

"What I want is a force with its own soul, with an unyielding martial spirit. If the Moon Rabbits continue to maintain the status quo and do not awaken, then they might really only be fit to be a docile construction crew."

Dorothy murmured with some regret.

"Tsk, Miss, and you said you didn't want to be an Armed Witch?"

Ruthfiel glanced sideways again, then pointedly said so.

Heh, why aren't you pretending now, my Miss? Now you're even talking about an unyielding martial spirit, doesn't that count as armed? Don't tell me construction crews now need martial spirits too.

Dorothy: "....."

The Homebody Witch, taken aback, looked up. She was speechless at the cunning angle taken by this bad angel. Aren't we talking about faith right now?

She was just about to argue, but Ruthfiel didn't give her the chance and kept on asking.

"However, Miss, the Moon Rabbit Servant Army is already the most perfect army, and even we witches can't compare with them in terms of military discipline and obedience. They would fight to the last soldier without retreating for a single command, yet you're still not satisfied? What kind of team do you really want then?"

The Fallen Angel Witch's eyes were full of curiosity at this moment. She's beginning to think that the demands of this young lady might be too outrageous. Could there really be an army even more perfect than the Moon Rabbits?"

"The Moon Rabbits are fine as they are now, but in plain terms, aren't they just unfeeling, loveless Puppet robots? Ruthfiel, they are human, not supposed to be as rigid as robots. I don't even know how to explain it to you, but if I must say, the current Moon Rabbits lack a soul, they don't have the army spirit that I want. Such a team is very unlikely to create miracles because only people can trigger miracles, cold machines can't."

Dorothy scratched her head, unsure of how to explain it to Ruthfiel.

She knew that there were indeed miraculous armies capable of triggering miracles in the world, but that was all in her past life, and she really couldn't elaborate to Miss Fallen Angel.

"If you're unsatisfied with this Moon Rabbit Legion, just change it for another one, Miss. You could inherit your teacher's Battle Group; that's a top-tier Witch Battle Group, incomparable to Moon Rabbits. Even if you don't want the Witch Battle Group, with your status as the Dragon Witch, you also have the opportunity to summon a Dragon Legion. Such a Calamity Battlegroup is where true Strength lies."

Watching the Miss fussing about and then suddenly proposing a theory on souls left Ruthfiel somewhat speechless.

Heh, and to think the Miss mocks her original self for being part of the Soul Party, insisting on washing dishes with water. Now look, you're part of the Soul Party too, aren't you, Miss?

"It's not the same. The Calamity Legion is strong but not invincible. Ruthfiel, aren't you too superstitious about Calamity? Remember, witches were once able to overthrow angels even before they became Calamity. Those non-Calamity Races also possess potential, okay?"

Dorothy couldn't agree with Miss Fallen Angel's words and seriously and solemnly argued against them.

"Miracles are not exclusive to the Calamity Race; any creature can trigger a miracle. After all, you should know that we witches are miracles born out of ordinary humans."

Seeing the Miss with a stern face, Miss Fallen Angel, who initially had a smile on her face, also put away her smile. She frowned and thought for a moment because the example of the witches was indeed too representative, and she didn't know how to counter it right away.

Yet, unwilling to be convinced by the Miss, Ruthfiel had to stubbornly stick to her guns.

"The Western Universe is so vast, and there's only one witch. Not all Races are witches, okay? An exception doesn't make a rule."

"Indeed, there's only one witch, but Magic is everywhere, Ruthfiel. You mustn't forget the essence of Magic—the belief in your heart is your Magic."

Miss Fallen Angel: "....."

Ruthfiel went silent for a moment because that famous saying about the essence of Magic from the God King had deeply resonated in people's hearts. In the Witch World, even a little witch of one or two years old would know this.

Yet precisely because the saying is so common, it's often overlooked unconsciously, and now, hearing this sentence again from the Miss, Miss Fallen Angel suddenly experienced a chilling thrill as if her scalp was tingling. She had an unprecedented new understanding of this sentence, and her Inspiration arrived.

But this Inspiration was too elusive; Ruthfiel's premonition of Fate felt that this Inspiration was crucial for her, yet the more she tried to chase it, the farther it slipped away.

This made the Fallen Angel increasingly upset, feeling as though she had just missed out on an incredible opportunity—like losing out on billions.

...The Fallen Angel was lost in regret...