Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 964 The Witch's Dream
"The weather is so nice today, and it's the weekend, so we don't have to work."

The sun was shining brightly, and a warm summer breeze was blowing in the early morning.

"It smells so good, Minister. What are we having for breakfast this morning?" His voice came from the direction of the bedroom, and his lazy and relaxed tone made people feel even better.

"Didn't Xiao Nuan and Xiao Qiao say they wanted to eat Yangzhou fried rice and shrimp dumplings? I spent some time learning how to make them yesterday, and also made some soy milk... Also, don't use your titles at home, I've told you several times already."

The spatula scraped against the iron wok, making a crisp cracking sound, and the fragrant fried rice was swept one by one into the white porcelain plates, divided into two large plates and two small plates.

The aroma of food filled the air, and my mood became relaxed and cheerful... Today was my first time trying a new dish, and it seems to have been a great success. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I rarely fail when I learn to cook.

"Go wake them up, brush their teeth and wash their faces, then come eat. It'll be ready soon."

The sound of slippers walking could be heard outside the kitchen. Through the wall, Xia Shou called softly, "Xiao Nuan, Xiao Qiao, get up... Mom has made breakfast, get up quickly!"

"Let me sleep a little longer."

"No, get up now! Or I'll call Mom over!"

"No! Dad, get away from me, I'm so annoying!"

Ugh……

That brat Xia Nuan is still like this even after I've scolded her several times. It seems Xia Shou spoils them too much.

"I heard you, Xia Nuan! Don't talk to Dad like that! Also, get up and brush your teeth right now, then come eat breakfast, or you won't get any breakfast and you can forget about going out to play today!" she shouted.

The bedroom fell silent. After a few seconds, more slippers swayed, followed by the sound of bare feet running. She frowned slightly and called out again, "Put on your slippers!"

"It's because Xiaoqiao isn't wearing anything!"

"Brother is talking nonsense!"

Amid the children's playful noise, the man's voice came again: "Xiao Nuan, listen to your mother, put on your slippers, brush your teeth quickly, and today's breakfast is shrimp dumplings and Yangzhou fried rice, which is what you said you wanted to eat after watching 'A Bite of China' yesterday."

"Great!"

Hearing the boy's cheers, a smile appeared on her lips. She held the plates in both hands and placed the breakfast on the table in order.

It's the weekend, let's go to the amusement park as a family. I don't think she ever went to an amusement park when she was little... Maybe she did? But I don't remember going back then.

I never expected that I would make up for it after getting married.

Come to think of it, I haven't been working overtime much since I married him.

Oh dear, this is really distressing. If things continue like this, I don't know if I can keep my title as a witch.

"Honey, those two documents and those three reports from the day before yesterday... could you..."

He stood there, nervously scratching his head, and lowered his voice to probe her attitude.

She shook her head and sighed, spreading her hands helplessly: "At this time, you should call me Minister."

"Minister, please, please~"

"There's no other way, I'll write it for you this time. But you'll have to make up for the work you missed by doing it elsewhere."

She flashed her usual witchy smile, though she knew it was no longer necessary, but this smile had become a tacit understanding between them.

"Wow, it smells so good! Long live Mom!"

The two children chased each other playfully into the restaurant, their tiny figures leaping onto chairs.

The early summer sunlight refracted through the glass and pierced her eyes.

What a beautiful day!

What a rare free weekend...

On the slightly damp, icy frozen lake, blood, like wet peonies in a watercolor painting, spread in large patches beneath her, the petals more vibrant than her crimson hair. Her eyes were as dark as extinguished lamps, a sweet, warm dream lingering on the slightly upturned corners of her lips… a dream rarely found in witches.

The air was cold and still, like death itself.

Spreadt stood there like a statue, silently looking down at the woman lying on the ground.

All eyes were on the man; he had no extra wounds on his body since entering the domain.

Compared to him, Shangguan Yan, lying on the ground, was covered in wounds. His black trousers were torn in several places, and a section of his sideburns was clearly cut off. Judging from the huge amount of blood loss, the wounds hidden by his clothes were unimaginably serious.

Su Weiyu's eyes widened.

In the distance, Jiang Wengao slumped onto the roof tiles of the church.

Shina and Charles remained silent, their expressions frozen.

Flandre, hidden in the shadows, looked shocked, while Edward's eyes remained calm, like a statue.

By the lake, Charles I, the Blue Lily, and other nobles...

The few surviving free spirits in the audience held their breath.

Everyone was awestruck by Sprite's power.

They witnessed firsthand how the witch suppressed the arrogant king.

With just one expansion of the domain, the situation was completely reversed, and the scales of victory tipped heavily to one side without any suspense.

One party dies while the other remains unharmed.

No image can better embody the theme of strength and weakness than the one before us.

The disparity in strength is so vast.

Under the spotlight of gazes, Sprite, the undisputed protagonist, coldly looked down at her miserable, defeated opponent.

At this moment, no one could guess what the king was thinking.

"What a pity," Sprite said, looking at the fallen Shangguan Yan.

In Spright's not-so-long life, he only used the true domain twice. After understanding the domain for the first time, he vowed never to use it again.

But to avoid endless humiliation, he eventually accepted the man's deal, abandoning a part of his kingly status.

Name?

In fact, he did not have a strong desire to be named, just as he never pursued being named in his original era.

The reason he embarked on this path was simply because he feared being constantly defiled and belittled as the king in the cyclical history of the infinite future.

He embarked on this path, even without signing his name. Perhaps the mysterious person thought he was obsessed with signing his name, but in fact, the moment he broke free from the cycle of history, he had already achieved his goal.

Besides having his name on the document, he could also seek a dignified end, just like when he killed the previous King of Rift. He also needed a qualified person to pull the curtain down for him.

However, not everyone is qualified to do this.

If he only wanted to die, anyone would do it, but he wanted to find someone stronger than himself.

But even if a stronger being were to kill him, it would still not be a satisfactory ending for Sprite.

In his heart, there was always a conclusion that was different from that of other emperors throughout history.

He hoped that someone would appear who would allow him to burn himself out completely, someone who could witness him burn himself out without leaving a trace of ashes or ash.

If he had encountered a more powerful ordinary opponent instead of this woman, he would not have activated his domain even at the very last moment.

(End of this chapter)