Novel Full Chapter 582 Les Miserables - III
Enough…
Why is this the attitude of everyone?
Not disdain, not contempt, but curiosity, amusement?
Why… why do you all act as though saying, “Look, his helper is a talking dog”…?
Extraordinary beings do not disdain mortals, not at all.
Marlina had seen this more clearly than anyone during this time—they simply do not care about mortals.
The adventurer on the carriage, threatened by Ansel, didn’t mind apologizing to a mortal, feeling not the slightest bit of shame.
Just as his initial insult to Marlina was devoid of malice—mortals and they belong to different worlds altogether. What right do mortals have to provoke any malicious intent?
Who would whimsically decide to “insult” a dog, an ant, a toy?
It’s just indifference.
Marlina recalled her first encounter with Queen Bee Yvaine.
She remembered how Yvaine had laughed heartily when Marlina threatened her, much like this Mr.Hastings’ current reaction.
Queen Bee laughed not in anger at a mortal daring to threaten her, but in sheer amusement at the fact that a mortal was threatening her.
Why had she never experienced this before?
Why had she never encountered this infuriating indifference, worse than contempt?
The identity of Faust’s servant, perhaps not as prestigious as a follower of Hydral, but did adventurers not fear Faust?
Moreover…Even if they doubted Ansel was truly Faust, did his displayed power not warrant their respect, extending to me?
Extraordinary beings and mortals…The girl had begun to realize that Ansel was deliberately guiding her thoughts on the social relationship between them.
For an intelligent mortal, this was a torment and anguish.
As she sought answers, step by step, she gradually saw her own insignificance, akin to dust.
—Even as Ansel’s follower, her lowliness remained inescapable.
In the Red Frost Territory, in the Imperial Capital, in Hydral’s Domain, Marlina’s insignificance was hidden under the supreme radiance of Hydral, and no one would treat her with such “indifference”. But now… even with the status of Faust’s servant, almost all adventurers disregarded her as a mere mortal.
Hastings continued his incessant chatter: “You know, I once considered getting a mortal servant, but it seemed too troublesome… you understand, right? A servant isn’t just a maid; they don’t just cook and clean. How could a mortal possibly handle…”
“Enough!”
Marlina, who had never shown any loss of composure in front of Ansel, suddenly shouted, her emotions uncontrollable. “Enough!”
Her insignificance and smallness were exposed to the glaring sunlight.
Her weakness and powerlessness were laid bare under the harsh light.
But these were not the true reasons for Marlina’s loss of composure.
The reason lay in her faint, burgeoning understanding of the truth behind that age-old question:
—Why do so many mortals live under the rule of adventurers… the extraordinary beings?
Hastings was taken aback by her outburst, momentarily speechless. empire
Marlina staggered back, colliding into Ansel’s embrace.
The young Hydral gazed down at the girl’s shattered expression and softly spoke:
“Margarete.”
“Are you confused, or can you not accept the answer you’ve touched upon?”
“I…”
Marlina’s lips trembled, her voice hoarse.
The answer to that question… what was it?
Clearly, the adventurers, the extraordinary beings didn’t care about mortals, so why did so many flock to their rule? Why did the common folk of the lower district of Dispute Fortress choose to live in such conditions?
The answer… couldn’t be simpler.
The Empress had established a complete and comprehensive Empire, with a well-defined system, strict rules, and clear… classes.
Under the influence of such a system, rules, and classes, this secular order had transcended the extraordinary, because the existence that defined all this was the gods themselves, who stood above everything.
Within this framework, the secular order and its projection became absolute, and the secular contradictions and entanglements created the injustice perceived by the world.
When nobles oppressed commoners, did anyone deliberately emphasize the noble’s extraordinary status? No, the conflict pointed directly at the noble’s identity, but no one would place the blame on their extraordinary status.
So when extraordinary beings oppressed mortals… was this unforgivable? Of course not, because when extraordinary beings acted, what could mortals say? It was only natural that the extraordinary stood above the ordinary.
Nobles oppressing commoners—commoners could do nothing about it, but there was a fundamental difference between the two.
That was the consensus of this world, this human realm.
When extraordinary beings were placed within the framework of nobility, their identities, duties, and ultimate actions—if inconsistent with their roles—disrupted the established order and rules, making it wrong.
But if their identities were only between unrestrained extraordinary beings and mortals who looked up to the sky, everything the extraordinary did was right.
The Empire was a purgatory, a construct designed to anchor the Empress’s humanity, to modulate her mood—a purgatory Marlina loathed and could not accept.
Marlina still remembered that day when Ansel brought about her transformation.
Since that day, she had tirelessly pursued knowledge, constantly honing herself. She read countless books, her horizons and understanding expanding at an astonishing pace.
The greatest credit for this belonged to Ansel’s personally curated collection of books, meticulously selected knowledge from another world.
For Ansel, and perhaps for herself, Marlina had pondered countless times how to fix the Empire’s sick and mad system, how to improve the lives of commoners—she, too, once held the simplest of aspirations like her sister.
It was an incredibly difficult path, and Marlina, following the numerous books Ansel had recorded, had barely scratched the surface.
But now… she realized she was wrong, terribly wrong.
Dismantling the Empire’s system, changing the current rules—would that make the Empire better?
No, it would not.
The draconian policies that have shattered countless families, the noble authority that has inflicted eternal suffering upon innumerable commoners, the decaying rules that perpetuate oppression within this Empire—paradoxically, these very rules protect the commoners.
For even the most rotten of rules is preferable to the absence of any rule.
When all rules collapse, only two types of people remain in this world.
No, rather, one type of person and one type of… plaything.
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