Ring of Fate

Chapter 1113 Prince and Princess
At that moment, Janna retreated, was afraid, was scared, angry, resentful, and had a lot of words she wanted to say, as if to convince herself, but after thousands of words came to her lips, only one sentence remained:
"But I do."

All those emotions finally turned into a smile.

Amon shook his head for some reason or someone, looked down at the paper in his hand and said:

"Chelia Bello, who chose to become the 'Immortal Witch', will receive help from Amon. Amon took advantage of the faction's high-level officials going out to steal a Level 1 seal corresponding to the 'Immortal Witch', and was therefore late for a while.

"As for the corresponding auxiliary materials, the 'visionaries' have already dreamed them up."

As he spoke, white paper floated down, and in Amon's hand there appeared a bottle of magic potion that had been prepared at some unknown time.

The potion also dyed the container gray and white, clearly reflecting the mirror world around it.

It flew towards Janna and landed in her palm.

Seeing this potion, many scenes flashed through Jana's mind, including falling asleep to her mother's humming when she was young, the excitement of entering the Old Pigeon Cage Theater to learn acting, the bitterness of living with her mother and brother, the surprise when she first saw Franca and the gratitude for her help, the things she experienced after meeting Lumian, and the huge shock and disillusionment when her mother jumped from the sixth floor and died in front of her...

These countless fragments quickly settled and finally formed two scenes:
One scene is when she finishes singing a song at the Mill Ballroom, and then she walks up to Lumien like a proud princess amidst the whistles and shouts, and extends an invitation with a smile:
"Handsome lion, come and dance!"

Another scene was when she inserted the long-handled silver fork into Hugues Artois' eye socket and penetrated his brain. The surprise, confusion and fear frozen on the congressman's face were the light that lit up the surroundings.

Janna raised the bottle of potion as if she were holding a long-handled silver fork.

This time, the "long-handled silver fork" will stab her own face.

Janna suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at Anthony and Ludwig.

The latter seemed to want to stop her, but was held back by the former.

Janna opened her mouth, wanting to say a few words to Franca through them.

But she really couldn't think of what to say. No matter if it was a sincere expression or a white lie, it would ultimately only turn into a regret that could never be made up for and a wound that would never heal.

She laughed at herself and said with a sigh:
“Tell Franca to live well and take this with her.

"My spirit will always be with her."

"Okay." Anthony responded in a calm voice.

The blue veins in the palm of his hand that was pressing on Ludwig's shoulder inexplicably appeared.

Jana thought for a moment and said:

“If the end of the world can be over, I hope you can enjoy your life.

"Ludwig, human beings are always full of pain, but I still like being a human being."

Janna retracted her gaze and stabbed herself with the bottle of potion. Her hand was steady and without shaking, just like when she used the long-handled silver fork to kill Hugues Artois, except that the speed of attack was not as fast.

The mixed taste of earth and stone lingered in her mouth.

Her senses began to go numb one after another, and her body quickly turned to stone.

She felt her soul floating in the air and saw herself in the mirror.

She saw herself in the mirror with a peaceful face and a smile, as if waiting to greet her.

Although no ceremony was held and no reconciliation was reached beforehand, Janna suddenly realized that the self in the mirror was also willing to sacrifice herself to save Lumian.

“She is more extreme than me…

"She should have made the decision earlier than I did..."

Janna laughed again and whispered something to herself.

Suddenly, she was no longer anxious, no longer panicked, no longer afraid, because she was no longer alone on this road to death.

She had a companion who encouraged and cheered each other up.

As Janna instinctively drifted towards herself in the mirror, she suddenly saw her own face distorted, sometimes normal, sometimes painful, as if she was turning into a stranger.

This change seems to be constrained by something or tied up by layers of chains, and it can only be accomplished by making great efforts and overcoming many difficulties.

“Come on…” For the first time, Janna cheered up the enemy who wanted to kill her.

…………

In the grayish-white, cave-like area behind the mirror.

The "Black Witch" Clarisse pretended that she was powerless and was a step slower, so she could only "watch" Franka escape into an illusory tunnel that was no longer petrified.

Huh... She let out a breath quietly.

At this moment, her spirit suddenly gave a warning, and she turned around abruptly and looked at the altar made of gray-white stones.

Franka appeared strangely nearby, and a hazy light shot out from the eye protection of the mechanical half-face mask she was wearing and hit the altar.

The one who escaped just now was only Franka's mirror self!
And the "me in the mirror" that follows and leaves is the "mirror projection"!
The eyes of the "Black Witch" froze for a moment, but it was too late to stop it.

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared around the altar, which was the protection provided by the ritual itself.

But for some reason, the power protecting the altar was not strong enough and did not have the strength required for the rituals related to worshiping the "Original Witch". It was as if an inexplicable force blocked most of the gods' gifts.

Under the hazy light, the invisible barrier was instantly reduced to the most basic tiny things and ceased to exist.

Immediately afterwards, the hazy light hit the statue of "Original Witch" made of bones.

The statue shook and began to fall apart.

Seeing this scene, the "Black Witch" was like trapped in a nightmare and stood still.

To be on the safe side, Franka took out her statue of the "Original Witch" and the "Gun of Necessity" from her "Traveler's Bag".

She threw the idol onto the altar and fired two shots.

boom!boom!
Two dull green bullets shot out, each hitting a bone statue of the "Original Witch".

"Inevitable death"!
Both those that were crumbling and those that were intact began to rot, lose their luster, and completely fall apart.

…………

Deep in the special mirror world.

The "Original Witch" Chike smiled as he watched the changes in Lumian:

His face was gradually correcting towards the direction of Alistair Tudor. The two intertwined witch figures on his body half merged into him, driving the flesh and blood, and converging towards his neck.

After the burst of light just now, the process is irreversible.

Suddenly, one of the witch figures pulled away and tried to straighten up.

Her expression was very vivid, showing both hatred and desire.

The "Original Witch" in the long bone dress instantly understood what was happening:
There is a pure female witch who is being promoted to "Immortal Witch"!
At the most critical moment!
The beautiful face of the "Original Witch" Chick turned gloomy.

He will turn his attention to the pure female witch who is being promoted and kill her first!
Although the barrier formed by the burst of light separated the inside and outside, preventing the "Fool" from entering in a short period of time, and also preventing the "Original Witch" from directly sensing the situation outside and exerting direct influence, "He" had already made preparations to prevent accidents in advance:

He asked several of his most trusted high-ranking witches to set up altars in different places in the mirror world and place statues of gods to hold ceremonies. Then he used his own authority and symbols to establish a solid mystical connection!

At this point, those connections must have become fragile, and the rituals are no longer strongly protected, but as the "original creator in the mirror", Chick can still barely maintain the connection with them, and can use them to project some of his power and eliminate hidden dangers.

The "Original Witch" quickly turned her consciousness to the statue closest to the target, but was shocked to find that the statue had been destroyed and the connection had been cut off.

His expression did not change, and he immediately dispersed his consciousness to the remaining statues that were still performing the ceremony.

The next second, a picture appeared before his eyes:
That was not a pure female witch who was being promoted, but a black windbreaker.

The inside of the black windbreaker was empty, with only a human figure outlined by the windbreaker itself.

"grafting"!
Mr. Fool “grafted” the Original Witch’s gaze on Janna onto himself!
With a loud bang, one of the witch figures that was entangled with Lumian broke away with difficulty, put on a black bone skirt, and disappeared from the spot with him, following the mystical connection to Janna.

The fusion in Lumian suddenly lost its balance.

His chest, his neck, his shoulders, his torso, his limbs and the remaining witch figure all collapsed inward, as if they were about to turn into a pool of meat paste, gathering into a ball and continuing to compress the meat paste.

The two Tudors that had already merged in his head and the Sequence 1 "Conqueror" Beyonder characteristic were also pulled downward by the tremendous force, piercing through his skull, through the flames and ice, and through the squirming flesh and blood.

The light barrier at the edge of the special mirror world suddenly disappeared.

…………

After floating over, Janna finally saw that the distortion and pain on her face in the mirror had completely disappeared.

"She" raised her face, gave a weird smile to Janna in mid-air, and opened her arms.

Jenna didn't resist, she closed her eyes, threw herself over, and accepted the hug.

She felt warm and secure, which made her want to fall into a deep sleep.

She did not resist.

She felt like she was back in her childhood, falling asleep to the lullaby her mother humming and her father's soft snoring.

At that time, although life was not particularly good, she had nothing to worry about. Her father and mother would take care of it, and she just needed to be a good child.

She felt more and more at ease and calm.

She believed that her mother and father would protect her from the wind and rain and allow her to sleep peacefully.

In that peaceful dream, she would be a princess and her prince would walk up to her and ask her to dance.

A smile appeared on her face.

Her thoughts returned to a peaceful darkness in the gradually spreading madness.

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(End of this chapter)