The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 961 - 493 Universal Nation-State_2

Chapter 961: Chapter 493 Universal Nation-State_2

"Remember, I haven’t touched mundane food for a long time, I only eat fruits and pinecones. Hurry, off you go."

In her heart, she was distressed that Ivita had sealed most of her magical power. However, actually, if there were any Alsasians nearby, she could use some sinister methods to break through Ivita’s magic seal.

Blood Magic was always the simplest and most useful thing.

Its effects were far too tempting compared to the costs, especially since most of the costs were paid by others.

Saint Vestia said to the mountain village boy, "Boy, tell me, is there a village nearby? How many people approximately live there? Are there more young people or elders?"

The mountain village boy spoke with a tinge of innocence, "The nearby village has over a hundred people, mostly elders. The young villagers all go to the mountains to seek opportunities, why would they stay here? Reverend Lady, which congregation do you belong to, and what god’s teachings do you follow? Someone as kind-hearted as you must be concerned about the welfare of the people in our village, right?"

A sudden pang of guilt arose in Saint Vestia’s heart, but she quickly sneered. The Alsasians were of no more consequence than weeds; why should she care about them.

Saint Vestia said, "Do Alsasians even aspire to receive the grace of the divine? Only the Frankish people and those from the Oriental Empire are worthy."

The mountain village boy seemed not to understand, "Aren’t we all humans?"

"What’s different between people of the Frankish people and the Oriental Empire, and the Alsasians? Are the Frankish people and Oriental Empire smarter or do they have alien blood mixed in their veins, creating reproductive isolation from Alsasians?"

Saint Vestia couldn’t help but sneer continuously. "Neither. It would be wrong to call you ignorant; you’ve simply not experienced the outside world. You don’t know that there must be a distinction in status among people for the distribution of benefits, for forming united fronts."

The mountain village boy seemed extremely puzzled, "But if one day the Kingdom of Frank and the Alsace Kingdom become one country, would we still differentiate between Frankish people and Alsasians within that country?"

"If a country has hundreds of ethnic groups, wouldn’t they just fight each other?"

"Naturally, there would still be a division by ethnicity. If they were all the same, wouldn’t the Kingdom of Frank have its blood, its ethnicity changed?" pondered Saint Vestia, following the boy’s train of thought, "This... but if a country has too many ethnic groups, it’s bound to be in perpetual chaos, destined to collapse. Therefore, the best way is one ethnicity, one country."

"Only then can a country avoid chaos. Yes, that’s what must be done, and this is how the Kingdom of Frank is now, which is why it has a terrifying army and everlasting victory."

"It can gradually consume other ethnic groups, wipe out their religion, and extinguish their culture."

The mountain village boy shook his head, "But if you consider yourself a diaspora of the Oriental Empire, why do you pledge allegiance to the Kingdom of Frank? Doesn’t that contradict what you’ve been saying, that the Kingdom of Frank will only have one ethnicity?"

"Could it be that you have had your culture and religion washed away?"

Saint Vestia felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her eyes wide and speechless. She tried to speak, but no words came out.

How could her culture possibly have been washed away?

Yet if it hadn’t, then she...

Almost immediately, Saint Vestia developed a sense of alienation from the Kingdom of Frank, sensing that perhaps Frank was still not her homeland, that her true home was under the oppression of heretics, suffering endlessly.

But then a chill ran down her spine as she realized that the conversation she just had couldn’t possibly have come from a mountain village boy; such insight was not typical of a boy from a village.

Moreover, it seemed that he had seen through her intention to restore her strength with Blood Magic.

But how could that be?

Before her fall, she had erased her tracks, she couldn’t have been found this quickly.

"Ivita... Your Majesty."

"Since you are a monarch, why lower yourself to converse with a blind person like me in such a spiritual illusion?"

Saint Vestia took a step and a half back, creating distance between herself and Ivita.

Ivita dispelled the Complete Transformation Skill, instead smiling and saying, "I am just concerned that the Virgin has been led astray, so I kindly remind you, do not misunderstand."

"I felt an instant connection with the Virgin and wished to see Saint Vestia’s Holy Flame with my own eyes again, hence I invited the Virgin to the Royal Capital of Alsace. Yet it seems the Virgin might have misunderstood me. Please now, come with me for a talk, you should know that you can’t resist me any longer."

Saint Vestia was still stalling for time, apparently holding a card up her sleeve. "But I do want to know, how did you find me so quickly?"

Ivita laughed. "There are still great stoves in the mountain fortresses. When you fought with Alsace before, you must have never encountered a Wizard-King. I used magic to guide the power of the law, activating the stoves in the mountain region and creating a temporary wildfire network throughout the mountains."

"If I had flown into the sky just now, then you wouldn’t have been able to detect me." Saint Vestia somewhat regretted, as she had now become a captive.

"Your Majesty, although your magical power is so strong, I still say that the nation-state is the future, and all the countries of the Magic Black Forest will become nationalistic states. Nationalism will destroy feudal states."

"I have witnessed the Kingdom of Frank transform into a nation-state, turning from a weak country into a power today. In the upcoming days of the Magic Black Forest, any country that abandons nationalism will surely be eliminated first."

"You are correct," Ivita said, shaking his head slightly. "But I have never denied this trend. It’s just that the nation-state seems to have not solved some issues, like how to adjust the nationalities within the country, for example, how you yourself have now become disenchanted with the Kingdom of Frank."

"The heretics invaded your territories in the Oriental Empire, and it’s not because the people of the Oriental Empire are noble that the countries of the Magic Black Forest are outraged, but because of the universalist Church."

"Universal law has the potential to influence the world, while nationalism is the path to a strong country’s cohesion. Universal law functions like multiplication and division, while nationalism is like addition and subtraction."

"Do you agree with what I’m saying?"

After giving it some thought, Saint Vestia found it to make a lot of sense.

Ivan said, "This shows that your earlier point about a group of people having to give up their interests for the sake of another group’s benefits is likely mistaken. Perhaps it is possible for the universal law and nation-state to become unified."

"Nation-states can be narrow-minded, whereas universal laws are prone to splintering."

"What if it became a universal nation-state? Combining the advantages of both, it could influence the world and prevent contradictions."

Saint Vestia was somewhat astonished, looking up and exclaiming ’ah,’ as if she were surprised that Ivita would joke with her at this time.

"Your Majesty, you have merely combined these two terms simply. They are like yin and yang, worlds apart. Forcing a merger would result in neither being successful, an aberration."

Ivan replied, "That’s a discussion for another time. I must first persuade your country’s army to leave ours. Virgin, I felt a connection with you at first sight and hope that you won’t refuse my invitation."

In the midst of their conversation, Saint Vestia appeared to be trying to trigger some kind of magic from the Existential Abyss within her, but was constantly disrupted by Ivita.

Although she could bide her time to activate a fallback within the Existential Abyss, it would be pointless, as Ivita could just attack her directly and kill her now.

Saint Vestia was aware of this, so she sighed, admitting defeat, as continuing to resist would be embarrassing. "I am willing to be Your Majesty’s guest and accompany Your Majesty to the King City of Alsace Kingdom."

"That should suffice, shouldn’t it?"

"I only hope that Your Majesty is in the habit of treating captives well."

Ivita became solemn as if he truly was treating her as an esteemed guest. "The Virgin is by no means my captive."