The Finale, kill me once more, Witch Miss!
“Why hasn’t Shaya returned yet?”
In the Abyss Palace, Octave held a blood jar and said listlessly.
Since coming here, she had completely cut off contact with the outside world and lost all sense of time.
Even so, she noticed that it might have been several months since Shaya last visited.
“……”
Witch Miss sat quietly on the sofa, carefully reading a book.
However, unnoticed by Octave, her delicate fingers tightened around the book’s cover.
Clearly, Agnes was not as calm as she appeared.
After a while, she slowly closed the book in her hands: “In the outside world, he, possessing the core of great light, is absolutely free from any danger.”
“Perhaps he has encountered something that requires urgent attention.”
Agnes instinctively replied, then was slightly taken aback.
In the past, she would never have voiced such an explanation.
Unconsciously, Shaya’s frequent visits here had gradually cultivated in her a habit of talking to someone regularly, and now, with that habit disrupted, even she felt a bit uncomfortable.
Agnes furrowed her brow gently.
For some reason, she felt a bit anxious.
……
Months passed again.
The Abyss Palace never saw Shaya’s figure again, even Witch Miss noticed something was off.
On this day, she worriedly stood beside the stone pillar at the palace’s edge, trying to pierce through the seal and cast her gaze toward the outside world.
She thought it wouldn’t succeed, after all, the divine blockade was far too strong, even for her to break through.
But this time, unexpectedly, she easily “saw” the sights of the outside world.
“……”
Witch Miss withdrew her gaze and thought for a moment.
Then she suddenly realized something.
The black mist curse that had originally almost driven her to the brink seemed to have weakened significantly recently?
This change had subtly emerged without her noticing, even to the point that the daily operation of her divine power had become much easier, restoring some of her earlier authority.
This seemed to be a very good sign.
But Witch Miss couldn’t figure out why such a change occurred.
Could it be that… Pennyala and the others found a way to resolve the black mist?
Thinking of this possibility, Agnes felt a slight sense of relief.
If that were true, then the ten thousand years sealed here would not be in vain.
Her regretful heart found a bit of redemption.
For over ten thousand years, she had been tormented by her own heart, suffering endlessly, without a moment of respite.
No, wait.
Witch Miss froze for a moment.
If the prevailing tone of living in the Abyss Palace was silence and despair, then that bold and reckless boy was a beam of light shining into her life.
Only the memories of interacting with him brought Witch Miss a sense of relief.
Though brief, they felt fresh and vivid with each recollection.
Just as Witch Miss was lost in her own world.
Suddenly, she heard Octave’s exclamation from afar: “Look over there, is there a crack spreading?”
At the sound, Agnes instinctively turned her gaze to where Octave was pointing.
That was the godly seal outside the Abyss Palace.
The previously stable surface, which even the Evil God could not breach, now had cracks appearing with a “crackling” sound.
The cracks continued to spread, quickly reaching the dome of the grand hall.
Witch Miss was stunned.
The seal… was lifted?
At the moment this unbelievable thought crossed her mind, a crisp sound of shattering glass accompanied the fragments of the divine seal above, transforming into countless light spots descending slowly from the sky, like a colorful rain.
Witch Miss stared at the scene in front of her, dumbfounded.
After a while, a hint of mist welled up in her beautiful eyes.
Unprecedented joy and relief enveloped her.
This signal only indicated one thing.
The issue of the black mist had been completely resolved!
And she had finally received the gods’ forgiveness and could leave the Abyss Palace, returning to the real world.
This long journey of redemption that lasted over ten thousand years could finally come to an end.
Agnes gently wiped away her tears and looked at Octave, saying, “You can leave here now.”
As she spoke, she waved her hand lightly, and before the other could respond, she transported her to a safe place.
Having completed all of this, Witch Miss was just about to head to the real world when an indescribable hesitation suddenly surged in her heart.
Once outside… what will I do?
Agnes thought quietly.
A figure flashed through her mind unconsciously.
“Go… find him.”
……
“Sister… sister?”
In the land of the Goddess of Light, Agnes gazed at the young female bathed in the power of light, and softly spoke upon seeing her identical appearance.
“Agnes!”
After a thousand years, the Goddess of Light Pennyala missed her sister immensely and joyfully embraced her.
Feeling her sister’s hug, Agnes’s lips trembled slightly, but in the end, she still failed to manage a smile.
“Long time no see, sister.”
After a moment of silence, she gently hugged Pennyala and said softly.
The joy of reunion eased Witch Miss’s previous conflicts and fears.
What could be more joyous than reuniting with one’s family after serving a lengthy sentence?
“Come, quickly, to my temple, let’s have a good talk.”
After exchanging pleasantries, Pennyala gently wiped away her tears at the corners of her eyes, looking at the girl with some affection, and took her hand.
Witch Miss hesitated for a moment, “Have you… seen Shaya?”
“The human boy with the beautiful smile.”
“……” Pennyala paused ever so slightly, then turned around, smiling at Agnes, “I’ve seen him; he is doing well, diligently training to become a great knight in the realm of humans.”
“Sister.”
Witch Miss suddenly stopped.
She quietly gazed at Pennyala.
After a long time, she finally spoke softly, “You’ve never been good at lying since a long time ago.”
“Please tell me the truth.”
Pennyala’s previously smiling expression suddenly became somewhat stiff.
After a long silence, she sighed gently.
Staring at the slender yet stubborn figure in front of her, Pennyala lightly bit her lip, then turned her back to Agnes and said, “He… is currently in the core of the earth, where the chaotic magic core is located.”
Witch Miss’s fists instantly clenched tightly, then weakly loosened.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and was about to transport herself to the outside world.
“What are you going to do?”
Before she could act, Pennyala intervened, summoning a golden cage that imprisoned her within.
Having been sealed in the Abyss Palace for ten thousand years, Witch Miss’s original powers and authority had weakened a little, making her no match for her sister now.
“Let me go.” She said coldly, “I want to find him.”
“All of this, he should not have to endure.”
No wonder.
No wonder before coming out, there was always a strange feeling in her heart.
No wonder he hadn’t visited the palace for so long.
Witch Miss burst forth with black mist, attempting to shatter the golden cage, but without the aid of the black mist from the core of the earth, she was not as strong as she had imagined.
“I will not let you out.” Pennyala then seemed to regain the dignity of a goddess, “Not to mention, going to that place might ruin all of his efforts.”
“Even Shaya himself does not wish for you to do this.”
“This is what he left for you before he departed.”
As she spoke, the Goddess of Light Pennyala summoned a note, sending it into Witch Miss’s palm.
While she struggled to break her sister’s seal, she directed her gaze toward the note in her hand.
It was neatly and cleanly written with several sentences.
“Dear Sir, I once said that a perfect ending exists, the difference lies in which one people choose to embrace.”
“So this time, let me choose.”
“I hope you can allow my recklessness and let me look good until the very last moment.”
Witch Miss’s face turned pale.
As if struck by lightning.
……
Time flew by.
Soon, a month had passed since the seal of the Abyss Palace was lifted.
During this month, Witch Miss struggled day and night within the golden cage set by Pennyala, trying to break the seal and reach the side of that boy, to suffer alongside him.
And the position of the Goddess of Light was unyielding.
No entry!
Thus, the sisters had just met, and they were stuck in this standoff for an entire month.
Until today.
“Sister.”
Leaning against the edge of the cage, Agnes suddenly spoke softly.
“What is it?”
Pennyala’s figure instantly appeared beside the cage.
“I’ve come to understand.” Agnes lowered her head and said softly, “I won’t go to find him until he comes out.”
“You truly understand?”
“Mm.” Agnes nodded, “But conversely, I hope you can agree to one thing.”
“What is it?”
“I hope there will be a place, close enough to him on the surface, where I can have an undisturbed area, about the size of a city.”
“Is that all?”
Upon hearing this, Pennyala seemed somewhat doubtful.
Agnes replied softly, “Yes, that’s it.”
……
After leaving the land of the Goddess of Light, Agnes indeed honored her word and did not suddenly retract her decision to go to the location of the chaotic magic core.
She arrived at the place Pennyala had pointed out to her.
It was an endless plain, a very suitable area for human habitation.
Hovering high in the sky, Agnes quietly gazed down at the plain, unsure of what was on her mind.
After a moment, she softly said, “You once told me that it was a miracle from a parallel world; in the past… I didn’t understand what miracles were, nor did I believe in such ethereal things.”
“And now.” Witch Miss’s gaze trembled slightly, “If you are willing, this is the miracle I can present to you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, a divine mark symbolizing the authority of creation slowly emerged behind Witch Miss.
She gently stretched her arms, standing above the clouds like a deity.
Then, with a fierce burst of divine light, the earth began to tremble violently!
Amidst the flashes of brilliance, skyscrapers rose from the ground, towering into the clouds, and a web-like network of highways swiftly intertwined and extended, connecting various nodes.
Scenes from her memories gradually reappeared, as a modern city made of steel and concrete thundered into existence!
This was… a miracle.
When she parted ways with him last time, she had promised Shaya that if he was willing, she would help him create this city upon returning to reality.
And now, she had truly accomplished that.
But the boy who had once taken her through this city was nowhere to be found.
“……”
Agnes took a deep breath and gently landed in the very center of the expansive city.
At this moment, there was not a single soul in this city.
Agnes walked quietly down the street, passing through every corner of this city, reminiscing about the wonderful memories she shared with Shaya.
Clothing stores, cat cafes, local cuisine restaurants, cinemas, lakeside parks…
Scenes of the past gradually surfaced in her mind.
Ultimately, wandering aimlessly towards the outskirts of the city, Witch Miss found a wide stretch of grass.
Standing in the center of the lawn, she waved her hand gently.
Suddenly, a two-story building appeared before her eyes.
That was Shaya’s home.
Agnes stepped softly into the garden, gazing at the thriving Lycoris flowers and the swing rusted with age.
Then, she changed into the pink bunny slippers at the entrance and quietly walked into the living room.
Staring at the immensely familiar scene in front of her, she softly said to no one in particular, “I’m back.”
No one responded.
Silently, she approached the refrigerator and rummaged through it, finding the box of strawberry ice cream that Shaya had given her back then.
She took a spoon, gently scooped out a spoonful, and placed it in her mouth.
A crystal-clear tear slid down.
Witch Miss couldn’t smile, but she could cry.
“If you’re not even here, what’s the point of having such a city, such a home…?”
……
Five years later.
In the morning, waking up in the second-floor bedroom, Witch Miss, wearing an oversized white shirt, stretched lazily.
After getting up, she went to the washroom, carefully cleansed her skin with face wash, then squeezed out toothpaste and diligently brushed her teeth.
Once she was done, she picked up a hair tie and tied her long black hair into a ponytail.
Then, she slowly walked downstairs to the stove in the kitchen.
With practiced ease, she lit the fire, fried two eggs, cooked four strips of bacon, and also toasted some bread with butter.
After everything was done, she picked up two plates of breakfast, placing one across the table and the other in front of herself.
“Good morning.”
She softly said, but the other side of the table was empty.
Thus, in a quiet atmosphere, Witch Miss savored her breakfast slowly.
Afterward, she tidied up the plates, clearing the table and returning them to the cupboard.
During the entire process, not a hint of divine power was used.
Apart from having to ignore her excessively beautiful appearance, she looked just like an ordinary woman living in a parallel world.
Similar scenes had gradually become the norm during these five years.
At first, there may have been many doubts, but as Agnes continued to explore, she gradually mastered the way of living in this city, in this home.
After finishing breakfast, she planned to change into Shaya’s sportswear like usual and take a few runs around the city.
Just then, an uninvited guest suddenly showed up.
“Sister?” Agnes looked at the woman in front of her and softly said, “Would you like some coffee?”
A hint of emotion flashed in Pennyala’s eyes.
Her sister Agnes seemed to be undergoing some kind of positive transformation.
“No, I won’t.” Pennyala shook her head, a strange emotion flickering in her eyes, “I’m here to inform you of something.”
“Just now, the pulsation from the chaotic magic core has been verified, and it seems to have completely ceased.”
“Whoosh!”
As soon as her words fell, Agnes instantly vanished from her sight.
“Still so reckless.”
Pennyala gently shook her head, then smiled.
She glanced at the breakfast laid out on the table and felt good.
“Today seems to be a perfect day for a reunion.”
……
When Agnes hurriedly arrived at the core of the earth, she immediately noticed the earth-shattering changes that had taken place there.
The endless black mist that could once engulf an entire continent had vanished without a trace.
Not even the slightest remnant remained.
Staring at the dark entrance to the core of the earth, her heart raced.
Is he… there right now?
Is he okay?
Does he remember me?
In this moment, Agnes felt like a girl, a multitude of emotions welling up deep inside her.
She wanted to rush down quickly to reveal the final answer, yet she felt an overwhelming worry, concerned about that boy’s well-being.
He must have been hurt, without a doubt.
After all, over the past five years, he had been relentlessly enduring pain and death from the black mist, without pause; after such an experience, it would be normal for him to change drastically, even to the point of being unrecognizable.
Thinking of this, a deep hesitation brewed in Agnes’s heart.
Do I… really deserve to meet him?
After hesitating for a moment, Agnes finally took a deep breath.
She stepped forward, entering the profoundly dark abyss.
“Shaya?”
Agnes softly called out the boy’s name, her voice trembling slightly.
As if handling fragile porcelain, she cradled the name carefully in her hand, afraid it might shatter.
In the darkness, she faintly detected a breath.
Agnes’s heart leaped, and after pausing for a moment, she quickly walked towards the sound of breathing.
A warm yellow light surged up from her palm.
“……”
The ragged boy leaned gently against a stone wall, peacefully lost in sleep.
There was no sign of pain on his face, mostly reflecting discomfort due to an awkward sleeping position.
Agnes’s gaze instantly softened with immense tenderness.
She had finally seen the boy she had longed for over the past five years.
“Shaya.”
As if confirming something, she earnestly pronounced his name.
It seemed that the quiet cave, after five years, had stirred into life at the sound of her voice; the boy, once in deep slumber, trembled his eyes.
Then, he slowly opened them.
“Good morning, Witch Miss.”
He yawned and spoke groggily.
Then, as if suddenly aware of something, he instinctively sat up straight, astonished by the elegant figure before him: “Witch Miss?”
“Shaya.”
Agnes softly repeated the name, almost in response to him.
At the same time, her lips trembled slightly, revealing a gentle smile.
In an instant, flowers bloomed around Witch Miss.
The boy, just awakened from his slumber, clearly hadn’t fully gathered his senses yet; combined with the unprecedented smile from Witch Miss, he took several seconds before realizing he had been tapping his own head, pointing at the empty space in front of him.
“Hmm, I’m almost at max level.”
He mumbled to himself.
Then, Shaya turned his gaze towards Witch Miss.
Over the five years, Shaya had absorbed all the black mist capable of destroying the world into himself, save for the last trace still entwined within Witch Miss.
Recalling this, Shaya slowly stood up, stepping closer under Witch Miss’s shimmering gaze.
He revealed a clear and refreshing smile, just like the one he had shown when they first met.
He was still a boy, nonetheless, retaining that bit of earnestness even after so long.
Their gazes connected, as if crossing over the barriers of time and space.
“The story began with the black mist as the starting point of our acquaintance; hence, the ending should also be concluded by black mist.”
“After all, from the very beginning, we promised to save you, didn’t we?”
“So…”
“Kill me once more, Witch Miss!”
