I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!

"The witch's power allowed her soul to change bodies, just like how we change clothes in our daily life." Said Ashok. He rose from the bed and began to slowly walked around.

The Duke, Cassius, and the Head Butler stood motionless, their frustration simmering beneath the surface. Yet, despite the tension, they had no choice but to listen.

"Now, just because we humans wear clothes to cover our bodies," he began, his tone casual but sharp, "does that mean we become one with the cloth? Or, to put it another way, do those few pieces of fabric become so entwined with our existence that we cannot live without them, once we've worn them?"

Ashok turned slowly, his gaze shifting from the Duke to Cassius and the Head Butler. He stood still for a moment, watching them, as if expecting some response but the three remained silent.

"How Boring?" muttered Ashok his breath before continuing, his voice louder and more deliberate.

"Well, the answer is obviously no. The clothes are necessities, yes, but do they become a part that defines our existence? Definitely not. We use them, we discard them, we change them at will. But we cannot throw away the body that wears the clothes.

In the same way, the witch's power allowed her to become a free soul, changing bodies like a simple necessity. But she couldn't change the reason for her existence—the body her soul was born with, her source, her original body.

Because it was the body that allowed her to manifest her supernatural power—the very trait that gave her strength, but also served as her weakness."

"What do you mean, body manifesting a soul-type supernatural?" asked the Head Butler, with a tone of disbelief.

He couldn't fathom the concept that Ashok had just laid out—that the witch could change bodies by manifesting her soul.

Until now, he had assumed that the soul merely transferred automatically after the witch killed someone, where killing served as a trigger, but this idea was entirely different, far beyond what he had believed possible.

"The body provides mana or aura and can help in manifesting elemental or physical soul traits. But how can it help with a power related to the soul? How can the body aid in manifesting the soul itself? It is simply... Not Possible."

He crossed his arms, a look of finality on his face as if he had already come to a conclusion.

"If you think of it that way," Ashok said, his tone playful, "then have you ever seen someone possessing a soul trait related to ice, wind, or earth elements when their body only has an affinity for fire?"

The Head Butler stood still, his mind racing as he tried to recall everything he knew about soul traits and elemental affinities.

His thoughts turned inward, searching for any instance, any case where someone could wield two different types of affinities—one through the body and one through the soul.

But no matter how hard he tried to dig through the vast knowledge he had accumulated over the years, he found nothing.

The Head Butler's eyes suddenly widened, a flicker of realization igniting within him. He stood frozen for a moment, as Ashok's words began to fall into place, unraveling the pieces of the puzzle in his mind.

His voice trembled, his words coming out in a shaken rush "Y-You, What do you know about the limitations of the body over the soul traits?"

The question the Head Butler had asked was no small matter—it was one of the most elusive mysteries of the world, something that had baffled scholars and mages for centuries.

The reason behind the supernatural soul trait had always been shrouded in mystery. For as long as anyone could remember, it was accepted as a fundamental truth of the world: every individual possessed a soul trait that was uniquely their own and supernaturals were just rare occurrences.

The Duke and Cassius exchanged glances, both of them noticing the Head Butler's sudden shift in demeanor. It was a rare sight—one that had never been seen before.

"Stop thinking so much," Ashok said with a chuckle, his tone almost mocking. "From the look on your face, I can already guess that you're imagining I hold some secret knowledge about one of the world's great mysteries. But it's pointless.

There's no grand secret, no hidden truth that will unlock the key to supernatural power.

Looking at your expression, it is not hard to guess that it must be the same for the mages of the Tower, who must be working their ass off to acquire supernatural power for themselves, but its meaning is less in the end."

The Head Butler's lips parted as if to protest, but the weight of Ashok's words pinned him in place.

"Supernatural power is nothing more than a lucky occurrence—an anomaly, like a coin toss landing on its edge.

Now, coming back to the Duke's daughter."

The Head Butler's dissatisfaction was evident, but there was little he could do about it—not now. The Young Miss, fragile and at death's door, was the immediate priority. His hands were tied by the urgency of the situation, but beneath the surface, his thoughts churned.

'He knows something about the Supernatural Soul Traits. Once he provides the cure for the young miss, I will ensure that the Tower is informed about him. I will make sure to personally look into all the information he possesses.' A brief, almost imperceptible flicker of greed passed through his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but the seed had been planted.

The Head Butler's mind was already calculating, already considering Ashok not as a mere healer, but as a valuable specimen—an asset to be exploited for the benefit of the Tower.

Ashok continued unaware that his words were creating another enemy. "The witch took over bodies—or rather, their identities—but her power was still constrained. Her rank was tied to her original body. It didn't matter how many new bodies she took.

Let's say the witch was originally an S-Ranker. If she possessed the body of an E-Ranker, the power she could wield in that body would still be that of an S-Ranker.

That's the same even if she possessed an SSS-Ranker or an Ascended. Now, the question arises .No matter how powerful the body, the witch could only access the strength of her original form. It's like an inherent limitation.

Now the question arises why did she come here? Why did she go after your daughter when she couldn't even access the potential your daughter possesses?"

Ashok only got silence as the answer. The Duke, Cassius, and the Head Butler exchanged glances, each lost in their own thoughts, struggling to piece together the reasoning behind the witch's actions.

"Fools!" mocked Ashok only to get three sharp glares.

"What's so hard about the question? The answer is simple. If you can't obtain something normally, you find another way to make it yours. The witch came here to serve as a link for another soul to possess your daughter's body." Said Ashok.

The Duke's face went pale, his heart pounding as the realization began to creep in. "Do you mean there is another witch inside my daughter's body?"

"No!" Ashok answered firmly, cutting through the Duke's rising panic.

The Duke's confusion only deepened as he looked at Ashok, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. He couldn't make sense of what the healer was implying—what game Ashok was playing with him.

"The witch used her powers as a link to connect another soul, but that soul didn't belong to any witch. Then why would the witch use her power for someone else?" asked the Duke's voice, his voice filled with confusion.

"Though I hate witches in general," Ashok continued, his tone shifting as he leaned back slightly, "I will admit, there is one specific quality they possess that sets them apart from most humans.

They don't have a thirst for power. Unlike humans, who are often driven by an insatiable hunger for more, witches are born with power. They don't need to chase it. Instead, they seek to master it, to understand it, and use it to its fullest potential."

"If they don't have a thirst for power, then why did they harm my daughter?" The Duke's voice trembled, his eyes narrowing with a mix of confusion and raw emotion.

"For the Ideal passed down by the Witch Queen, the witches possess power, but they are few in number. The meaning is simple—they already have quality, but they lack in quantity. Their strength is immense, but their numbers are limited, so they seek to increase that number in any way they can.

If another witch tried to possess your daughter's soul, their number would still remain the same. Because the witch who fully possessed her would lose her original body. The numbers wouldn't change. So, instead of trying to possess your daughter's soul themselves, they made a different choice.

Ashok turned toward the Duke's daughter, her frail form lying motionless under the blanket. The translucent curtains surrounding the bed swayed gently in the still air.

"They let something else - take over your daughter." declared Ashok.

"What do you mean something else?" The Duke couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling with unease, sensing the ominous weight behind Ashok's words.

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