The White Queen gradually disappeared, leaving only the Black Witch.

She lay down with her arms open, closed her red and swollen eyes, swallowed the cry in her throat back into her stomach, and replaced it with another kind of tremor.

"hehe……"

“Hehehehahahaha…”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"She agreed, she agreed! But what's the use? She can't protect anything, and we can't protect anything! Nothing will change. The princess in the tower will definitely fall. Tonight is the turning point of everything... tonight..."

Later on, the Black Witch could no longer suppress the laughter that came from the wrinkles deep in her soul. Her whole body twitched and shook with laughter, and she even slapped the mattress hard. Tears of laughter flowed from her tightly closed eyes, and mocking saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth. She laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe several times, but she kept laughing, until her body became exhausted and turned into a puddle of mud.

Like a madman.

"It's rare to see you so happy, do you have anything interesting to share?"

The palace quietly disappeared, and she opened her eyes, only to find that she had returned to her original dream.

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

"…Nothing interesting."

"Is that so? Then you should go back quickly." The witch said, "This short and pleasant game is about to end."

Pop.

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 reached out and grabbed her feet.

When the girl in the black dress raised her head, the witch saw a familiar yet unfamiliar look in her pupils.

Dark, clear, and bright.

There was no blood or ink spreading, nor was there any madness or turbidity.

"...Hei?" The witch's voice was filled with a hint of disbelief: "You woke up?"

Hei didn't say anything, she just stared at the witch. This was the most annoying thing about sisters, even if there were no words, eye contact alone was enough to complete all the communication.

The only way she expressed her attitude was to grab the witch's ankle, humbly but firmly.

However, the witch did not look at her, but cast her gaze to the other side.

It is now rush hour and the White Witch has also gotten off work.

She was wearing a pure white dress that she hadn't worn for a long time. She lay weakly on the ground, light and weightless, like a lost snowflake.

"Did you all play until you were completely exhausted?" The witch said, "So it seems that I am the more reserved one?"

Hearing the witch's voice, the pure white girl opened her eyes, crawled to the witch's feet, and grabbed her other ankle. She didn't say anything, but just stared at the witch quietly, with pleading tears in her pure eyes.

"Black is awake, and White is back too?"

The witch squatted down and looked at the two of them with confusion on her face, like a child who found that a toy that had disappeared before suddenly appeared on the desk.

Soon, she clapped her hands in sudden realization.

"I see!"

"No wonder the Viewer is so generous this time, allowing us to deeply interfere with reality!"

"It's impossible that he didn't foresee the extent of our chaos. Given his cautious style of action, we are not qualified to take on this mission. I thought he wanted to take advantage of our numerical advantage. In addition, Ash recently obtained a secret incarnation. These two methods can make Ash a super invincible scumbag."

“Now it seems that his target is not the gospel at all, but us!”

"Or rather, it's you!"

"He predicted the effect of the dream on you, so he let us out on purpose. You two are his achievements. The odds were 2 in 18, and he won the bet."

The witch sighed at the spectator's schemes and looked down at her sisters lying on the ground: "But he also lost the bet."

"Even if you are willing to sacrifice yourself," the witch said word by word, "I may not allow it."

"I'm different from Sword Princess. She can watch Sonya live a better life, but when I see Lisdiya get the happiness that I never had, I just feel sick and sick to my stomach."

"I actually want to like her, after all, she is my past self. But when I see how good Ash is to her, how she gets through all the difficulties comfortably, how she smiles all the time... all I have left in my heart is anger and jealousy."

"It's like there are countless voices in my head torturing me—"

"Why her? Why not me?"

"Why can she avoid suffering? Why do I have to bear everything?"

"What did she do right to have everything? How bad am I to have nothing?"

The witch tilted her head and stared at the two of them: "Speaking of which, are those voices my inner voice or your whispers?"

"I wish she could double the fate I've experienced, and then be destroyed, tortured, and twisted into a monster that's uglier and more despicable than me." The witch's beautiful face was full of cruelty and malice: "Only in this way can I feel a little comfort."

"I can't even hurt her now, how can I help her?"

The boiling malice passed along their skin into the hearts of Black and White, but they knew that what they touched was just the bubbles that emerged from the boiling. Below was a bottomless black abyss filled with huge, turbid, and undevaporable despair.

And this is the result of being shared by seventeen sisters.

Because the witch bears the most despair, she also holds the greatest power - although this is not her own will.

"right……"

"sorry."

The witch and Hei were both stunned. They looked at Bai, as if trying to find any signs that the latter was joking.

"It's a little late... maybe a lot late, but I'm sorry." Bai tried her best to suppress the tears in her voice, but failed completely. She choked up and interrupted her words many times: "So, I hope that I can at least do something for..."

"Do you think that after all this time, I still care about your belated apology?"

The witch stood up: "Yes, I care."

Bang!

The witch kicked Bai in the abdomen, sending her flying more than ten meters away. The surrounding white mist dispersed, leaving a path for her to roll.

Then the witch bent down and grabbed Hei up: "What about you? Do you have anything you want to say to me?"

"No." Hei said calmly, "I have never let you down."

"How dare you say that..." The witch sneered, "But why? Forget about Bai, but you are not the kind of person who would sacrifice yourself for others. I thought you were like me, the type who couldn't stand seeing others do better than you."

She glanced at Bai who was struggling to get up in the distance and said, "No matter how much you sacrifice, you are not protecting your queen. Your past will not change in the slightest, and your suffering will not be reduced in the slightest."

"In the final analysis, the term 'make up for regrets' is no different from 'self-consolation'. They are both tricks to deceive oneself. The idea that making up for past regrets can write off past sufferings... has never existed!"

"Hei, be good and go back to sleep." The witch stared into Hei's pupils, her voice gentle and beautiful, seductive: "You have been freed from reality, so don't come back again."

Black shook his head.

“But I’m just dreaming now.”

The corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a sincere smile: "So, don't let me wake up this time, just let me drown in my dream, okay?"

The witch was slightly startled, then loosened her hand and let Hei sit on the ground.

The dark butler hugged the witch's waist, like a koala clinging to its mother, or like a sister acting coquettishly to her elder sister.

"You are amazing, viewer."