Chapter 59: Witch vs Goddess: Who Will You Choose?
Today, Beatrice danced gracefully in her Palace of the Bright Moon as usual, showering the world with a cool and luminous glow, while occasionally responding to the prayers of her followers.
“Magic Mirror, oh Magic Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world~”
She danced lightly, reciting the line melodically with her beautiful voice.
Inside the predominantly white temple, she resembled an elven dancer whose exquisite movements blossomed like ice and snow.
In the center of the temple stood a full-length mirror encased in golden decorations, studded with tiny, precious gems.
When Beatrice’s inquiry echoed, the treasure known as the Magic Mirror stirred, waves of mist rippling across its surface.
Soon, the mirror, said to “know the answers to all questions,” slowly coalesced the face of an ordinary-looking woman, smooth except for her mouth.
“I, my esteemed master, good evening, you…”
Clearly, the Mirror Spirit spoke with a tone that was both sycophantic and cautious.
“……”
Not receiving the usual answer, Beatrice gracefully turned on her toes, akin to an elegant swan.
Afterward, she withdrew her dance.
Standing still with a smile, she inquired, “What’s wrong?”
“Am I… not the most beautiful woman in the world?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Beatrice appeared before the Magic Mirror.
The featureless face of the Mirror Spirit quivered slightly, as if in fear.
Then, with a humble tone, it responded, “M-master, you should look for yourself…”
Upon saying this, the mist in the mirror quickly solidified into a somewhat blurry image.
Within the image appeared a cold woman wearing a white gown, her black hair cascading down her back, her entire being only consisting of pure white and deep black. She was extraordinarily beautiful, leaving one utterly mesmerized.
Just the delicate and graceful outline of her back seemed capable of capturing the gaze of the entire world.
It was a beauty that transcended all limits.
As if sensing she was being watched, the cold woman turned around and glanced in that direction.
Then, she lifted her hand and pointed.
That slender, white finger seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, aiming towards the center of Beatrice’s forehead.
“Crack!”
With a scream, the surface of the mirror erupted with cracks, and then the image vanished, leaving the Mirror Spirit completely silent.
Watching the scene unfold, Beatrice began to smile with joy.
“Someone has broken my curse?”
“Agnes, you… have you fallen in love with a human?”
……
Back in the Dark Plains.
“What is a green tea bitch?”
When Shaya uttered that phrase, Beatrice was momentarily stunned.
She thought Shaya did not recognize her true identity, which was why he spoke so carelessly.
“It’s probably someone who pretends to be pitiful, harmless, and content in front of others, yet is shrewd and unscrupulous behind their backs, taking away love from others.”
Shaya contemplated for a moment and provided a perfect definition.
Beatrice took a few steps closer, scrutinizing Shaya up and down, then blinked and looked elsewhere.
Then, she pointed to herself and sweetly asked, “Do you know who I am?”
Shaya nodded, “You are the Goddess of Beauty, but still a green tea bitch.”
Beatrice was taken aback.
She reached out, wanting to touch Shaya’s forehead to see if he had a fever and lost his mind.
However, Shaya took a step back.
“Not familiar.” He smiled apologetically. “By the way, do you wish to kill me a little bit now?”
“A bit.” Beatrice nodded and then covered her mouth with a light laugh. “Knowing that I am a deity, why are you not in awe at all?”
“And I am Agnes’s best friend; hasn’t she mentioned that to you?”
With just one sentence, Shaya broke through Beatrice’s defenses.
“If a woman less attractive than me were to steal my dress and shamelessly occupy the title of ‘Goddess of Beauty,’ I certainly wouldn’t flaunt it.” Shaya added, fueling the disdain. “By the way, isn’t the title of ‘Goddess of Beauty’ supposed to be held by the most beautiful goddess?”
Beatrice’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she fell silent for a long, long time.
“Looks like she has told you everything.” Beatrice’s voice turned somewhat flat. “But a mere human, what do you understand?”
“Why not reveal your true appearance for me to evaluate?”
Shaya glanced at her blurry face and said.
Beatrice contemplated for a moment, then gently smiled as she touched her face, and the layer of hazy concealment vanished instantly.
In an instant, an exquisitely delicate visage akin to an icy elven spirit appeared before Shaya.
It surpassed the beauty of every human woman he had ever seen.
After all, she was a deity, possessing magical powers that could enhance her own appearance.
Shaya was dazed for a moment, feeling an invisible alluring force surge through his brain, soft whispers gently ringing in his ears.
His eyes gradually lost focus.
Soon, the figure reflected in his pupils consisted solely of this goddess before him.
A glint of victorious delight flickered in Beatrice’s eyes.
Although she did not understand why Agnes had developed a fondness for this annoying boy, what Beatrice loved most in her life was to snatch love away!
Watching precious things that originally belonged to others fall into her hands in an instant, while the original owner lamented for a lifetime, was often a beautiful sight.
Wasn’t that a kind of Minotaur?
With that thought, Beatrice stepped closer and gently pinched Shaya’s chin.
He looked quite nice; even among humans, he could be considered top-tier, perhaps even surpassing elves renowned for their beauty.
Taking a step closer could elevate this appearance to an “extraordinary” realm.
Sometimes, being handsome is a form of ability.
Embracing playful thoughts, Beatrice suddenly waved her hand.
Instantly, a cracked mirror appeared beside them.
“M-Master?”
The timid voice of the Mirror Spirit came from within the mirror.
Having just been attacked by the witch with a casual flick, it was in poor condition, almost on the verge of slumber.
But Beatrice did not care.
She lightly snapped her fingers, and the mist within the mirror began to swirl uncontrollably.
“Master, spare me, if Lady Agnes attacks me like that again, I will shatter completely!”
The Mirror Spirit pleaded pathetically.
“Then shatter, after all, it has been over three thousand years since I took you from Adrien, it’s about time I grew tired of you.”
Incredulity flashed across the Mirror Spirit’s face as Beatrice nonchalantly spoke.
Then, under her forceful control, the mirror rippled, revealing a scene that Shaya was incredibly familiar with.
It was the Abyss Palace where Witch Miss resided.
This time, under the control of the Goddess of the Bright Moon, the Magic Mirror created a video call effect within the palace.
……
Inside the palace, the Witch Miss was quietly gazing into the mirror when she suddenly noticed waves of mist bubbling on the surface.
Then, a black plain appeared before her, at the end of which a bright and round moon was illuminating its cool glow.
Her eyes trembled slightly.
After seeing the scene clearly, Agnes took a step forward and spoke in an unprecedentedly cold voice, “Beatrice?”
At the end of her line of sight stood a white-haired girl like an icy elven spirit, gently pinching Shaya’s chin and looking at him with interest.
And that familiar black-haired boy had lost his senses.
The Witch Miss’s fists instinctively clenched together: “Let him go.”
“If anything happens to him, even if it means breaking the seal of the gods and violating the oath, I will definitely come out of here.”
“Then… I will kill you.”
“I’m so scared~” Hearing the Witch Miss’s chilling voice, Beatrice feigned innocence and responded, “Sister Agnes, you’ve misunderstood me.”
“I just wanted to conduct a little test.”
“……”
A bad premonition suddenly flashed through the Witch Miss’s heart.
For a long time, this vile woman had enjoyed destroying relationships and trampling on other people’s precious things.
What would she do this time?
Under Agnes’s silent gaze, Beatrice lightly parted her red lips, focusing on the boy before her.
“Am I beautiful?”
The whisper felt tender as if from a lover, echoing in Shaya’s ears.
Shaya stared blankly for a few seconds, then replied in a dull voice, “Beautiful.”
“Then, how would you rate my beauty?”
“…… Ten points.”
Highly satisfied with this answer, Beatrice gently nodded.
Then, with a teasing gesture, she pointed at the Abyss Palace in the mirror: “Is she beautiful?”
“Beautiful.”
“Then… how many points for her appearance?”
“Good child, you must ‘speak the truth,’ okay?”
Beatrice placed slight emphasis on those four words.
“Enough!”
The Witch Miss took a deep breath, raising her voice a few degrees.
Her white fingers tightly clenched, an unprecedented emotional agitation making her chest rise and fall rapidly.
The former enemy had encountered the human boy she treasured, as if the scene of her beloved dress being snatched away was about to replay.
“Nine… nine…”
Shaya repeated the number somewhat dazedly.
I win!
Beatrice felt a surge of joy inside.
Agnes’s beauty was indeed beyond question; before she was sealed in the Abyss Palace, she had always been a nightmare in Beatrice’s heart.
And now, hearing the boy favored by the witch acknowledge her as superior to Agnes, was a feeling that nearly brought her to ecstasy.
The Witch Miss watched the scene unfold before her, gently closing her eyes.
Once again, something connected to her was ruthlessly stripped away.
Having spent countless years in the Abyss Palace, the Witch Miss, for the first time, desperately desired to break free from her seal, regaining her former power.
“Nine… ninety-nine.”
An unexpected voice suddenly echoed.
The Witch Miss opened her eyes, while Beatrice stared at Shaya with disbelief.
Shaya shook his head, and the dimness in his eyes returned to their usual spark.
“Forgot to mention, I prefer using a percentage scale for ratings.” He smiled teasingly, “In my heart, you aren’t even worthy to carry Lady Agnes’s shoes.”
“I hate bitches like you the most.”
“By the way, if it weren’t for the white-haired girl having a specific role, that rating might even be lower.”
“Lady Agnes is truly the most perfect woman in the world, flawless from head to toe; that is my most honest evaluation.”
“So, do you want to keep listening?”
Breaking free from the enchantment, Shaya smiled.
He casually closed the system pop-up.
Just a moment ago, upon seeing Beatrice’s true appearance, Shaya suddenly felt something was off, prompting him to quickly access the system.
He still had not added the attribute points rewarded for the last and this upgrade, totaling a whopping 81 points.
So Shaya unhesitatingly added 15 points to charm.
[Due to your charm reaching 30, you have unlocked “Charm of the Gaze.”]
[Charm of the Gaze]: When you activate this skill, all creatures making eye contact with you will fall into “charm,” with the effect’s strength depending on your mental strength; when not activating the skill, you will gain a 400% resistance to charm.
This was the effect of the skill.
Of course, the key point allowing Shaya to escape the Goddess of the Bright Moon’s enchantment was that she was not serious.
She merely pulled him into a charming state with her inherent charm, but did not genuinely use her divine powers.
That was also her last shred of pride as a goddess.
While Shaya was passionately evaluating Agnes, he did not notice that in the mirror next to him, the Witch Miss had, at some point, turned her gaze away.
Her black hair fell against her pale face, obscuring her current expression.
Shaya had been unaware that Beatrice had “linked” to the Abyss Palace during the enchantment.
“Am I awesome?”
When Shaya noticed the scene in the nearby mirror, he was left completely bewildered.
Clearly, when he mentioned “flawless from head to toe,” he was not thinking and instead was imagining certain delightful scenes.
So at this moment, he felt mortified.
“M-Miss Witch?”
He spoke a bit awkwardly.
Agnes gently lifted her head, gazing at him with a mysterious expression.
Then she softly said, “See you next time.”
With that, she waved her hand gently and severed the connection of the Magic Mirror.
So cold-hearted?
Shaya had initially thought the Witch Miss would also rescue him, but now he could only rely on himself.
After all, the Witch Miss knew well that Shaya wouldn’t die.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Beatrice, whose mood was shifting unpredictably, and said, “Now that it has come to this, go ahead and kill me.”
“As you wish.”
A trace of authority suddenly appeared on Beatrice’s face, her snowy long hair moving without wind as her light and slender body slowly rose.
Behind her, a round moon radiating a cool glow illuminated the scene.
In this moment, she evoked a trace of the holy aura of the Goddess of the Bright Moon.
“Facing the blessing of a goddess, you actually choose that stinking woman Agnes…,” Beatrice coldly declared, “Shaya Adelaide, I sentence you to death.”
A tide of moonlight, like surging waves on the ocean, rose high from the end of the dark plain.
It was endless moonlight, capable of shrouding the night, filling the view with the deity’s majesty!
Then, the tide of moonlight surged violently towards Shaya’s position, rushing forth!
Facing such an attack, Shaya was as fragile as a small boat tossed about in a tsunami, easily crushed with just a gentle nudge.
Thanks, Goddess.
Though in my heart, you’re still a green tea bitch, and a rather poor sport at that.
Staring at the terrifying wave of moonlight capable of easily destroying a city, Shaya thought calmly.
But in the next second, his body abruptly vanished from his spot.
“Boom—!!!”
The tide of moonlight crashed down, but the target of the death sentence had disappeared.
Beatrice faltered for a moment, then angrily looked towards a certain spot in the sky: “Adrien?! What are you doing?!”
Her frantic voice echoed across the entire plain.
After a while, a rift slowly opened in the void.
A massive vertical eye loomed overhead, gazing down at the small figure of Beatrice like a supreme deity.
After a moment, a voice began to resonate.
“This is a promise I made to that little girl Agnes a thousand years ago, and also…”
“He is a human I have watched.”
After a quick rise and fall of her chest, Beatrice gradually regained her composure.
She remained silent for a while, then coldly smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter.”
“After all, I have left an ‘imprint’ on that guy.”
