Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1715

Chapter 1715: Have Fun

A thought crossed Atticus’ mind, and he spoke.

"...Having unquestionable confidence in yourself."

"Correct."

The Pride Queen nodded slowly, golden light shimmering within her eyes.

"True pride is absolute faith in yourself. No doubt. No hesitation. The opinions of others become meaningless. In this world, you stand above everything."

An overwhelming aura of supremacy flooded the tent.

"Ozzy and Ozra came from me. They are my pride."

Her golden eyes blazed brilliantly.

"Doubting them is the same as doubting myself. I have unquestionable faith in their choices."

Atticus remained silent for several moments before slowly nodding.

"I see."

He had finally gained a glimpse into what the Pride Queen truly embodied.

After a brief silence, he asked,

"This is why you’ve been dragging Ozeroth and Ozerra around the battlefield with you?"

The Pride Queen nodded.

"My children are my pride, but they still seek validation from others. They are not yet absolute." Her gaze sharpened slightly. "That is why their Wills remain weak. They do not yet fully embody Pride."

In that case... once Ozeroth reached that state, would his Will undergo a transformation?

’That would be good.’

Although Ozeroth possessed the strength of a Level Seven just like him, he still could not fight beyond his rank the way Atticus could. Especially against a powerful Will such as Crown Will.

A moment later, the Pride Queen suddenly spoke.

"You did well."

Atticus frowned slightly.

"Hm?"

"During the meeting," There was a faintly proud look within her eyes. "...you didn’t let that fool’s words affect you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your Will was Pride."

The words brought a faint smile to Atticus’ face.

He had never particularly cared about compliments. However, during the time he had spent with the Pride Queen, she had never once praised anyone, not even her own children. Somehow, he could feel the weight behind those words.

Within the silence of the tent, Atticus made a joke.

"...maybe it is."

...

The battle was set to take place the following day.

The sun hung high overhead, bathing the land in pale scarlet.

Atticus stood at the edge of a cracked wasteland. Behind him, rows upon rows of armored soldiers stood in perfect formation.

Their golden armor reflected the crimson sunlight in sharp flares, radiating an oppressive pressure that saturated the air with tension.

The Pride Queen stood beside him expressionlessly. Clad in flowing golden robes, she radiated a pressure that surpassed even the army behind her.

She calmly slipped a hand into her sleeves and pulled out a thick brown cigar. The tip ignited instantly. She took a deep drag before slowly exhaling a stream of smoke into the air.

Atticus stared at her oddly.

"...you smoke?"

"Sometimes," she replied, taking another drag. "Usually before something entertaining happens."

Something entertaining... there was little doubt about what she meant.

"...You say that like you’re about to watch a festival."

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