A Girl Who Was Told 'You Have No Talent' Turned Out To Be A Talented Monster-Chapter 132.3

“She died a long time ago, but I… I couldn’t forget her. No matter how many women I gathered, that… didn’t solve anything.” (King)

“Please don’t blame yourself… It was we who were foolish, allowing ourselves to be manipulated by the female fox…” (Soldier)

“Hey, what’s going on? Why is my magic wearing off?” (Jilliana)

With the King’s arrival, the soldiers started to speak. This was proof that they had returned to their former selves, and at the same time, they had been freed from Jilliana’s magic.

It was impossible with ordinary mental strength and loyalty. An ordinary leader would not have been loved to this extent. There was no way they could have defeated the magic.

“It is all because of my own immorality… You need not worry.” (King)

“Your Majesty!” (Soldier)

The blood of those who once founded Taharajal was making them resist Jilliana. The blood of their ancestors, who remembered that they must not repeat the tragedy, was remembering and making them resist her magic.

They were made to remember what it was that they should really cherish. Unintentionally, this led to the current of the trying their best to resist. This was similar to a vision of Taharajal in Litty’s memory that resurfaced as she watched everyone.

“You guys! You have to love me! You have to love me! Men are only suited to being addicted to women’s bodies!” (Jilliana)

Those who have reached the true meaning of something lose sight of their being. Jilliana, who was thinking that she had truly reached the end, no longer connected to those that surrounded her, not even when she tried to force it with magic.

Even her words had become so meaningless that they were not even noticed by those she controlled.

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“No way! I won’t accept this! I even went as far as finding the true meaning of magic! And I even drank the mana bottle!” (Jilliana)

“Mana bottle…?” (Litty)

“This… is… no… way… Oh, Os… wen…” (Jilliana)

Jilliana’s eyes popped out, and her arms became disjointed. It was as if a broken doll were being further destroyed by someone else’s hands.

“Why, why, why am I suffering like this?!” (Jilliana)

Jilliana screamed in despair. Litty just watched. Neither pity nor anger remained in her mind.

This was the result of the path she had chosen.

“Aaaaah! Osweeeeeen! If I’d only realized it earlier… Old man, you really are…” (Jilliana)

Jilliana, who had completely broken down, stopped speaking. Litty, who had been observing Jilliana for a short while, immediately went to the King.

“Your Majesty, I’ll tend to your wounds immediately.” (Litty)

“You… I see. At the big auction…” (King)

“You know me?” (Litty)

“You had a certain presence…” (King)

Litty and the King had never met each other face to face before. However, he was drawn to Litty’s presence from among the crowd.

Was it his natural ability as a King, or his discerning eye? Or perhaps it was Litty’s very existence that made him notice? In any case, it was a surprise for Litty.

The king said, “We should talk later. I want to heal these people as soon as possible.”

Some soldiers were still trapped in ice, but they were the ones who remained in an abnormal state. Jilliana’s death did not return everyone to normal.

Litty was impressed by the King, who was more concerned about the safety of the soldiers than his own injuries.