Chapter 341: Well Done, Observer

Chapter 341: Well Done, Observer

The figure of the White Queen gradually faded away, leaving the Black Witch alone on the bed.

She spread her arms and lay down, closing her swollen eyes, swallowing the cries in her throat, replacing them with another kind of tremor.

“Heh heh...”

“Heh heh heh ha ha ha...”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“She agreed, she agreed! But what good does it do? She can’t protect anything, we can’t protect anything! Nothing will change, the princess in the tower is bound to fall, tonight is the turning point... tonight...”

Towards the end, the Black Witch couldn’t suppress the laughter from the depths of her soul. She laughed so hard that her whole body shook and even pounded the mattress, her tightly closed eyes streaming with tears of laughter, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth in mockery. She laughed until she was out of breath but continued laughing, until her body finally gave out, collapsing into a heap of exhaustion.

She looked like a madwoman.

“It’s rare to see you this happy. Do you have something amusing to share?”

The palace quietly faded away. She opened her eyes and found herself back in the initial Dream.

The witch stood beside her head, looking down at her with great interest.

“...Nothing amusing.”

“I see. Well, it’s time for you to go back,” the witch said. “The brief and pleasant game is over.”

Snap.

A hand grabbed the witch’s ankle.

The witch turned her head and saw the girl in the black dress still lying on the ground, but she had reached out and grabbed her ankle.

When the girl in the black dress lifted her head, the witch saw a familiar yet strange look in her eyes.

Dark, clear, bright.

No bloodstains spreading, no crazed murkiness.

“...Black Witch?” The witch’s voice carried a trace of disbelief. “You’re awake?”

The Black Witch didn’t speak. She just stared at the witch. This was what the sisters hated most about each other – even without any words, eye contact alone was enough to convey everything.

Her only way of expressing her stance was by holding the witch’s ankle, humble yet firm.

However, the witch didn’t look at her but turned her gaze elsewhere.

It was rush hour now, and the White Witch was also off work.

The boiling malice transmitted through their skin to the Black and White Witches’ hearts, but they knew they were only touching the bubbles born from the boiling surface. Below was an abyssal sea of darkness, filled with immense, murky, and un-evaporating despair.

And this was already after it had been shared among seventeen sisters.

Because the witch bore the most despair, she also wielded the greatest power—though it was not by choice.

“Yes...”

“I’m sorry.”

Both the witch and the Black Witch were stunned. They looked at the White Witch, as if trying to find traces of a joke.

“Though it’s a bit late... it might be very late, but I’m sorry.” The White Witch tried to suppress the sobs in her voice but completely failed, her choking repeatedly interrupting her words. “So, I hope, at least I can...”

“Do you think after all this time, I would care about a late apology from you?”

The witch stood up. “Yes, I care.”

Smack!

The witch kicked the White Witch in the abdomen, sending her flying several meters away. The surrounding white mist scattered, making way for her tumbling path.

Then the witch bent down and grabbed the Black Witch, pulling her up. “What about you? Do you have anything to say to me?”

“No,” the Black Witch said calmly. “I have never wronged you.”

“You sure have some nerve...” The witch sneered. “But why? The White Witch is one thing, but you, Black Witch, you’re not the self-sacrificing type. I thought you were like me, someone who can’t stand seeing others do well.”

She glanced at the White Witch struggling to get up in the distance. “No matter how much you sacrifice, you’re not protecting your queen. Your past won’t change in the slightest, your suffering won’t be reduced by a fraction.”

“In the end, ‘making up for regrets’ is no different from ‘self-consolation.’ It’s all just self-deception. The idea that making up for past regrets can erase past suffering... that sort of thing never exists!”

“Black Witch, be good, go back to sleep.” The witch gazed into her dark pupils, her voice melodious and captivating. “You’ve already escaped from reality, don’t come back.”

The Black Witch shook her head.

“But I’m dreaming right now.”

She smiled sincerely, her lips curling up. “So, this time, don’t let me wake up. Just let me drown in the Dream, okay?”

The witch was slightly taken aback, releasing her grip and allowing the Black Witch to sit on the ground.

The black Butler embraced the witch’s waist, clinging to her like a baby koala to its mother, or a little sister seeking affection from her older sister.

“Well played, Observer.”