Chapter 1945 Beyond Help
Date- 18 April 2321
Time- 09:07
Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City
As someone who fought most of her life for the southern region, the discussion that Diana started, Cindy supported, debated by Wyatt, and carried on by Cortney was like a song to her ears, even if the topic of debate and their approach to it was a bit naive. Seeing that the future generation of the Southern region was willingly trying to find ways to contribute to society, how could she not be happy? The Field Marshal felt like a farmer watching her corps grow bountifully. Even though she knew this debate between kids might not lead to a change, it was the thought that counted. It was better than them debating how to rob a bank or something.
However, when Wyatt proposed to use criminals sentenced to the death penalty to manage orphanages, spouting stuff like criminal rehabilitation and reintegration programs, the Field Marshal lost it. She could not believe someone of Wyatt's caliber would propose something like that. She wondered how he could think that people who would not hesitate to sacrifice toddlers to gain power could be rehabilitated and be fit to run an orphanage.
Worried that Wyatt would cook up some weird idea and insist on seeing it through, the Field Marshal decided to speak up and guide the hope of the southern region toward the right path. Only she would never guessed his response.
'Your Highness, how can you be so closed-minded? The human heart is so beautiful. With proper care and affection, we can guide tainted hearts to salvation. These criminals might have committed heinous crimes in the past, but with timely guidance through proper means, they will not only change but redeem themselves in the eyes of the world,' Wyatt preached the Field Marshal, leaving her speechless. Taking a second to process his words, she stuttered, 'T-they are beyond help. The sooner you understand this, the better for everyone. It was hard for us to build your image as the hope of the southern region. Don't go ruining it.'
'I knew it. It was you guys. Otherwise, how could the general populous go from calling me a fraud to their hope in a night?' Wyatt immediately called out.
'Hey, we just told them the truth. It is not our fault that the citizen decided to consider you as the hope of the South,' The Field Marshal hurriedly defended and tried to change the topic by saying, 'It seems you have become very proficient in borrowing the World's celestial force. Good job, entering one with the world state both physically and spiritually with ease, it shows that you will become a very strong demigod if you manage to stay alive till you reach that realm.'
The Field Marshal misunderstood that Wyatt was borrowing celestial force from the world to bind Cortney to her seat. This misunderstanding stemmed from another misunderstanding that Wyatt's ability to exist in both planes simultaneously as him entering one with the world state both physically and spiritually. The only reason the Field Marshal could notice Wyatt existed in both planes was because of her unique eyes, which to her eyes looked very much like entering one with the world state both physically and spiritually.
The reason for this misunderstanding was the Field Marshal's knowledge and experience being mostly limited to Card World. She had never come across a being other than celestial bodies that could wield celestial power or exist in both planes simultaneously, therefore she tried to explain the abnormalities in Wyatt with her limited knowledge leading to the misunderstanding.
Wyatt rolled his eyes at the Field Marshal's attempt at changing the topic. He was not bothered by the Field Marshal's misunderstanding as long as she didn't bother him with it.
However, Cortney would not let it go, she screamed at him, "Wyatt, you asshole. For someone so smart how can you be so dumb? Bloodette start practicing, we'll grow stronger than this jerk and beat some commonsense into him."
"Okay, right away," Bloodette agreed without any hesitation. If it was some other time she would not have agreed but right now Cortney was angry she did not want to further enrage her by refusing her.
"Cortney, will you still think that I am dumb if I were to tell you I am planning to make your mother in charge of the criminal rehabilitation and reintegration programs," Wyatt said, detonating a bomb in Cortney, Cindy, and Diana's mind. All three of them had their experience with Clown Mask some more than others but they all were clear on how cruel and merciless Clown Mask was.Neither believed she deserved a second chance.
"Either you are the dumbest person in the world or you are just doing this to hurt me. Since the entire world believes you are a genius, I take it you are doing this to get back at me," Cortney said grudgingly, she had lived with her mother, trained under her, so she knew better than anyone that her mother did not deserve a second chance even if she was currently redeeming herself by cooperating with the Southern Royal family. But then shaking her head, Cortney asked Wyatt, "That woman killed your parents in cold blood, how can you of all people be willing to give her a second chance?"
"My point exactly. That should tell you how much I believe that everyone deserves a second chance and that my criminal rehabilitation and reintegration programs will work," Wyatt said trying to sound as sincere as possible.
Only by acting in such a way could Wyatt continue to sell the world his facade to enlist powerful criminals as his calamity daughter gems. This narrative was his selling point to the world of why he was enlisting the worst of the worst criminals into his ranks. Clown Mask, who had killed Papa and Mama Wyatt, was the perfect face to sell his narrative. If he could forgive someone who killed his parents, he should truly believe what he preached, that's what the world would think and never stop to doubt his motive to recruit the worst criminals the Card World had seen.
'Forget, the criminals. You are beyond help,' the Field Marshal sighed, having listened to Wyatt's words.