Quick, I don't want to be in love anymore

Chapter 410 Adaptation of the Little Mermaid from a Fairy Tale (17)

Her eyes widened in terror, and she half-walked, half-crawled until she finally found a stream nearby.

Reflected in the water, that once delicate and flawless face was now covered in cuts and bruises, with blood flowing down her cheeks, turning her once exquisite features into a mess.

With trembling hands and clenched teeth, she used water to wash away the dirt and blood from her face.

Looking into the water again, she saw that the stream had not erased the marks on her face. Her face was covered with large and small scars, crisscrossing each other, which nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

She burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty valley, sounding incredibly terrifying.

She felt as if a raging fire was burning in her heart—hatred, hatred for the prince, hatred for his cruelty, hatred for his deception, and even more hatred for the fact that he had brought her to this state.

"Miss... what's wrong?"

A thin, small figure dressed in a black robe, whose face was obscured, walked up to her. Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like fingernails scratching on glass, giving one goosebumps.

"I...I was tricked and fell off a cliff, and my face is now like this..."

Perhaps because she desperately needed someone to confide in, the princess involuntarily blurted out what she was facing.

After she finished speaking, her face was full of blankness. Thinking about the calm and composed expression on the prince's face that she saw at the end, she thought that perhaps the prince had planned all of this from the very beginning.

If I weren't still alive, perhaps no one would know the truth about my fall; they would only think I had accidentally fallen.

Perhaps everyone thought she was dead, and with this ugly face, even her father and mother probably wouldn't recognize her. So what should she do next?

"Oh my God! This is so cruel! What do you want then?"

The witch lowered her voice, her tone slightly seductive, and her eyes beneath her robes gleamed faintly.

"I...I want revenge. I want him to experience everything I went through. I want him to repent and have his soul disappear!" she murmured, her voice filled with malice.

"I happen to have a weapon that can make a person's soul dissipate..."

The witch nodded in satisfaction after hearing her answer.

"what do you want?"

The princess didn't believe in free lunches, and she looked at the witch warily.

"Don't worry, I never force anyone. I want your voice, in exchange for your beautiful voice."

"it is good!"

After a moment of contemplation, the princess nodded heavily, as if grasping at the last straw.

"However, you must take me up with you."

"it is good……"

After leading her up the path she had come from, the witch took out a bottle, waved her wand in the air, and chanted incantations.

A moment later, she stopped what she was doing, put the bottle away, and took out a dagger from the black cloth bag she carried with her.

The dagger was entirely black, yet it gleamed with a faint blue light in the sunlight. Several irregularly shaped amethyst crystals were inlaid on the hilt, shimmering with a mysterious luster, as if they could devour all light.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, engraved with ancient runes, the lines of which are smooth and eerie, seemingly containing immense power.

The princess took the knife and held it in her hand. She could feel a chilling coldness that sent shivers down her spine, yet she was also irresistibly drawn to it...