I'm on the Ark, and I start out as Gretchen.

However, what she saw immediately stunned her...

P.S.: I'm up a day early, which hasn't happened in a while. I hope I can go to bed early tonight; staying up late all the time isn't good.

After all, the exam is coming up soon, and there are only 20 days left.

?;!

Give it a push.

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Chapter 88: Your Highness, you've found out...

"..."

W looked down at the painting in his hand, his golden eyes flashing, and a provocative smile appeared on his lips at some point.

Although the figure on the screen wasn't very clear, W still recognized it.

Rather, how could she not recognize him? Under that light was... her prince, the prince she admired and loved.

Looking at the highly suggestive painting in front of her, W's hand, which was gripping the painting, unconsciously tightened.

At this moment, W wanted to laugh, but couldn't... she couldn't even manage a slight upturn of her lips.

She wanted to refute it, but she couldn't even utter the words... because it was the truth.

At this moment, W was filled with boundless anger and a sense of powerlessness, but what was she angry about?

Was it anger at the Doctor and Kal'tsit for failing to protect their princess? Or anger at Gretel for revealing this bloody reality? Or perhaps anger at their own weakness and powerlessness?

It's possible that both are true, or it's possible that neither is true. At this moment, no one except W knows the answer to this question...

……

Just as Ines and Hadley, who were standing still, were about to go over and check on her, she suddenly moved.

Suddenly, W curled his stiff lips into a smile, a cold glint flashing in his golden eyes, then leaned down and laughed loudly:

"Ha...haha...this gift is really impressive..."

Even W had to admit that Gretchen's return gift this time was indeed targeted and quite forceful. At the very least, it did fill her with anger... and at the same time, it stirred up the sadness that had been buried deep in her heart.

After laughing enough, W picked up the painting and walked towards where Ines and the others were sitting. Then, she found a rock by the campfire and sat down.

After sitting down, W ignored the probing gazes of the other two, and instead lowered his head to stroke the painting in his hands, lost in thought.

However, this quiet situation did not last long. Soon, W suddenly took out a knife from his pocket and swiftly slashed at the painting in his hand.

With the sound of paper tearing, the figure of Theresia, bathed in light, on the painting in W's hand was neatly cut off.

Then, all that remained in the painting was a dark shadow and, within that shadow, a chained demon chasing after it...

"..."

Looking at the scene in her hand, which appeared even more ironic because of her own cutting, W's hand paused involuntarily.

In the end, she didn't say anything, but simply threw the painting she had dug up into the campfire in front of her.

I watched it, watched the demon in the painting being consumed by flames and turned to ashes... as the cold wind blew.

Then, after putting away the drawing of Theresa in his hand, W stood up and walked towards the tent without looking back.

……

After W left, the other two people present resumed their conversation.

"Ines, did you just see that?"

After watching W disappear into the tent, Hedley asked in a low voice.

“I saw them, I saw both. Both the painting and W’s shadow.” After hearing Hadley’s words, Ines narrowed her eyes, which held a complex emotion, and then answered softly.

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“That child, she really delivered a fatal blow… Just like she said, this painting won’t affect anyone at all.” Watching Ines’s expression, Hadley’s lips also curled into a bitter smile.

"However, how did she know about that prince?"

“If I’m not mistaken, this should be related to the color 'w' that the child mentioned. Could it be that she can also see into other people’s hearts?” As she said this, a hint of apprehension and vigilance flashed in Ines’s eyes.

So far, Gretchen has already demonstrated formidable strength in front of her, to an almost absurd degree.

Moreover, this wasn't what Ines feared most. What she found most terrifying was that every time she probed, she would uncover something new, as if there was no bottom to be found…

“If that’s the case, then this ability is really troublesome. We can’t let W contact or test that child anymore.” Hearing this, Hedley nodded slightly and said.

"Hmm...that's what I think too."

As she spoke, Ines turned to look at the W tent. Although her expression remained unchanged, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

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After entering the tent—

W immediately suppressed all her emotions, threw herself onto the bed, and buried herself in the blankets so that no one could see her expression.

However, just as W was lying in bed lost in thought, she was unconsciously overcome by a strange drowsiness that blurred her emotions and thoughts, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

Inside the Tower of Babel —

"I see you, w."

Having just finished discussing matters with the Doctor and Kal'tsit and parted ways, the pink-haired princess suddenly turned around, looking at a corner behind her with a gentle smile.

"Ah... Your Highness sent me this."

It's here.

Realizing she had been discovered, W grabbed her hair and emerged from the corner where she had been hiding, looking slightly awkward.

"Is there something you need to talk to me about?"

Looking at the shy Sarkaz girl in front of her, Theresa's smile deepened, and she asked in a gentle voice.

"No...it's nothing..."

When someone she admires and respects speaks to her so gently, W's face turns slightly red, and she even begins to stammer.

"Oh, is that so? I was just about to go back for lunch, would you like to come with me, W?" After thinking for a moment, Theresa smiled and invited W.

"Hey, is that okay?"

"Why not?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Theresa extended her hand to W.

"……Well."

W hesitated for a moment, then reached out his hand, intending to touch Theresa...

"Kacha——"

However, at that moment, a clear and delicate sound suddenly rang out.

Then, everything around them, including the hand so close to them and Theresa, seemed to crack like glass.

"!"

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she instinctively wanted to grab the person in front of her, the person she admired and respected.

"Click...click!"

But before W could even touch it, everything in front of her exploded, turning into countless fragments that slowly fell before her eyes, eventually vanishing into nothingness...

P.S.: To be honest, I felt so bad while writing this chapter????? Why did I draw the world? Uploading pictures keeps having bugs, always showing that there aren't enough words and I have to add a sentence, it's so annoying.

Let's urge them on, and maybe get some more votes while we're at it.

Chapter 89 Awakening from Dream

Like a beautiful dream coated with a thin layer of sugar, it shattered and crumbled in an instant before the eyes of those immersed in it, leaving only darkness behind...

As the memories of reality invaded, W, covering his face and unable to hide his pain, slumped into the dark space, his golden eyes filled with complexity, pain, and madness.

Just then, the scene in the dream changed again, and the dark space was once again stained with color.

"!"

Noticing the change in scenery, W slowly raised her head, scanning the scene with her now crazed eyes. However, the sight that met her eyes caused her pupils to shrink again.

On the desolate land, flames burned fiercely... The benevolent princess fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Crimson blood slowly flowed out, staining her snow-white clothes... stinging W's eyes painfully.

"Theresia... Your Highness...!"

Seeing this, even though W already knew it was fake, a dream, he still struggled to get up and stumbled towards where Theresa had fallen.

"Theresia, hang in there..."

After rushing to Theresa's side, W covered her wound and tried to stop the gushing blood.

But no matter how hard W tried, she couldn't stop the gushing blood. The blood stained the earth red and also turned her hands crimson.

"..."

Throughout the entire process, the weak Theresa lying on the ground remained silent, looking at W with gentle and apologetic eyes, watching her movements.

At this moment, both the unstoppable bleeding wound and Theresa's gentle gaze told W what the ending was.