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