“So this is the play you are rehearsing.”
Sitting in the last row of tables, Ms. Theresa watched the students' timid performance with great interest.
“Uh, yes, Ms. Theresa...”
“Don’t be so stiff, the Sarkaz don’t eat people.”
Goldin glanced at the Wendigo behind Ms. Theresa, then nodded with great difficulty.
Theresis had indeed followed his sister's request and had not overly troubled the ordinary citizens of Londinium.
However, this did not alleviate the fear of the Sarkaz among Londinium's ordinary citizens, which was not what Xing Chen had envisioned.
Perhaps there was an issue with the execution somewhere.
Ms. Theresa disliked being looked at with such hostility, especially from many children who were not yet adults.
The seeds of hatred had already been planted in the hearts of the next generation.
Ms. Theresa squeezed Xing Chen's hand under the table; she knew she should do something at this moment.
“A very good script, Ms. Goldin,” Xing Chen said to the white-furred Feline, who was treading on thin ice, “I would like to ask, what image does the Steam Knight hold in your hearts?”
“Steam... Knight?”
Xing Chen remembered that she seemed to be a Gaul remnant, so perhaps she didn't have a particularly fervent admiration for the Steam Knight.
“The Steam Knights are the glory of the Empire! Every one of them is Victoria’s finest warrior!” A bold Feline boy stepped forward, pointing at the Sarkaz and shouting, “One day, the sound of steam will once again echo through Londinium, driving all you Sarkaz back to your homeland.”
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers; Goldin, seeing the boy's offense, quickly urged him to sit back down.
The Sarkaz did not harbor such thoughts; firstly, they all had very good tempers, and secondly, children's words are innocent and not worth arguing over.
Moreover, he hadn't even used the term “demon” yet.
“Alright,” Xing Chen smiled, then turned to Ms. Theresa, “Theresa, do you still remember the puppet show we discussed earlier?”
Ms. Theresa understood immediately and swiftly used her Originium Arts to sew two small hand puppets.
“Thank you all for presenting us with such a wonderful play, so I plan to perform a show for everyone as a return gift.”
Ms. Theresa held a pink-haired Sarkaz with a knife in her left hand and an old-model Steam Knight in her right.
“The story to be told today is... the hero of Kazdel battling the invading Steam Knight. Eh... hehe... ah... ha... oh wow! Hero Theresis! Wins!”
The two puppets fought each other under Ms. Theresa's control, and eventually, the pink-haired Sarkaz defeated Victoria's Steam Knight.
“Hmph, Sarkaz, don't think that just because you occupied Londinium, we will surrender.”
The boy who had just spoken seemed somewhat displeased with Ms. Theresa's performance. Ms. Theresa did not get angry but returned a loving smile.
“This is a true story that happened two hundred years ago, when Victoria’s iron hooves trampled the land of Kazdel.”
“That must be because you attacked Victoria before...” The boy’s voice was a little softer than before, and his confidence seemed to be dissipating.
“Before, huh? How long ago is 'before'? Is ten thousand years enough? At that time, the Tikaz were already living on the continent of Terra, and the divine ancestors hadn't even appeared yet.”
Ms. Theresa put away the puppets. She indeed wanted to eliminate hatred, but not at the cost of erasing history.
Sometimes, Xing Chen also felt helpless for Ms. Theresa; the collective souls trapped in the Internalized Universe, coupled with their own long lifespans as long-lived species, naturally made them highly sensitive to history.
They might not have beaten your grandfather, but they might have beaten your grandfather's grandfather.
However, the countries with deep entanglements with them—Victoria, Leithanien, Kazimierz, Ursus—were all countries that weren't particularly fond of recording true history.
They might only remember being bullied by the Sarkaz, but as for why they were beaten, and whether they had persecuted the Sarkaz themselves, they would simply claim ignorance.
“Thank you for your hospitality,” Ms. Theresa stood up, curtsied with her skirt, “We are leaving. Is there any message you need us to convey to the Military Commission? For example, issues regarding food rations.”
“Uh, no, Ms. Theresa, the Military Commission treats us very well.”
“Really? Once we leave, we don't know when we'll meet again.”
“Truly, Ms. Theresa, other than asking citizens to stay home as much as possible, the Military Commission has done nothing, and food supplies are distributed on time and in full.”
Ms. Theresa could sense that the white-furred Feline in front of her was not deceiving her. It seemed her letter had indeed worked.
As long as the common people were fine, as for the nobles, just kill them.
Terra’s nobles were not all useless gluttons, but many of them were truly capable. If they were too difficult to control, the only option was to kill them.
At this moment, Xing Chen remembered the Londinium Self-Defense Army. He and Ms. Theresa had agreed to persuade the Military Commission to stop oppressing the common people and even win them over.
In that case, the civilian faction within the Self-Defense Army would no longer have a reason to exist. This way, she would also be unable to participate in the struggle between the two sides.
Although Goldin was just an NPC who appeared for a few chapters, saving one was better than none.
“The Self-Defense Army, I have no connection with them, really.” Goldin tried to remain calm, but her opponents were one, a Seer who knew the plot, and the other, a demon lord who could see through people's hearts.
“Ms. Goldin, I suggest you convey a message to them, persuading them to cooperate with our actions. There should be no hostility between the Sarkaz and the people of Victoria.”
“I really...” Goldin still wanted to argue, but Ms. Theresa walked directly to her side and patted her shoulder.
Take care of yourself.
Seeing Ms. Theresa stand up, Xing Chen quickly followed, and everyone else also prepared to leave.
However, Ms. Theresa's hand on the doorknob suddenly stopped.
Someone formidable seemed to be standing outside the door.
“Perhaps Manfred?” Xing Chen immediately thought of Yostar Curry... no, the double-door refrigerator.
Currently, the only high-ranking Military Commission official freely moving within Londinium City should be him, at most with the addition of the Blood Demon Army.
The latter was forbidden from killing indiscriminately, so they would likely reduce their frequency of going out.
Ms. Theresa took a deep breath, the movement so significant that it even attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom.
The door opened, and only one person stood outside.
Pink hair, a black and red long sword, a Sarkaz-style cloak and armor.
“Teacher Goldin, he looks so much like that puppet...”
Ms. Theresa slightly crouched, then slowly spoke.
“Long time no see, brother.”