Has it started?
Seeming to sense sothing, in the depths of the inner court, as the "Ambitious Prince" and the "Evil Cat Witch" officially tead up to prepare for their wicked plan to swap the cat for the princess, a silver-haired elderly woman with kind eyes suddenly paused, her expression regretful, and ceased her narration.
"Oh?"
After the silver-haired elderly woman stopped speaking, a child’s voice filled with a hint of curiosity traveled through so connection in ti, reaching her ears just in ti.
"Nothing serious."
As if crossing an unknown span of ti, seeing a child looking at her in confusion, the elderly woman’s eyes, glowing softly, flashed a hint of gentleness. She shook her head and explained:
"It’s just that grandma’s ti here is about to run out. Your ti lies entirely in the future, while grandma’s ti has stopped in your past, so this should be our last conversation."
"???"
Hearing the silver-haired elderly woman’s words, the child who doesn’t exist in the "present" seed a bit anxious, babbling out again, while the elderly woman’s skirt corners slightly wrinkled, as if lightly grasped by two invisible small hands.
"Good child."
Smiling, she raised her wrinkled hand softly to stroke the air at about knee height, the silver-haired elderly woman gently comforted:
"In grandma’s future, your father will help with a favor, and chatting with you in advance to eliminate so bad influences is my repaynt to him.
So no need to feel sad about my farewell. We inherently exist in different tis. It’s only because of your father’s connection that we could have such exchanges in different tis when I’ve already passed and you’ve yet to be born.
And when you can control your talents and are no longer affected by those fragnts, our exchanges should end. It’s just that grandma’s child is not around, so I often feel lonely, which is why I’ve stayed chatting with you for a few extra days..."
After gently soothing with a couple of sentences, the silver-haired elderly woman smoothed out her wrinkled skirt, then took two steps back, sowhat reluctantly advising:
"Goodbye child, I’ve heard your Aunt Anna calling you, and today’s lunch should be stewed cod... Hmm, when you do have lunch, rember to report your Uncle William, don’t actually let him succeed in what he’s up to.
Also, when going to bed tomorrow night, if you hear any noise from your dad’s room, be sure not to knock on the door, otherwise your little sister might be born a few months late... Alright, that’s all I’m going to say!"
Hearing the footsteps approaching from the front hall, the silver-haired elderly woman regretfully sighed, then proactively closed her eyes.
As her glowing eyes slowly closed, the dingy shadows and blurry child’s calls within the small courtyard abruptly vanished, fading away along with her closed eyes.
When the silver-haired elderly woman opened her eyes again, the sowhat old doors of the small courtyard creaked, and a figure she waited for an unknown length of ti, entered cautiously.
Catherine, my daughter...
Seeing the face indistinguishable from her daughter’s, yet bearing an unfamiliar expression, the silver-haired elderly woman sighed softly, then proactively turned her gaze away, coldly voicing her aversion:
"I know what you want to say, so no need to start. I have absolutely no interest in your trivial proposals!"
"???"
Just having entered the yard and about to speak, he was simply cut off, just having sharply rebuffed the evil Leon, Dongya’s spirits rose, instinctively ready to retort.
Yet, before he could speak, Dongya’s calf suddenly hurt a little, as if soone had kicked him hard, nearly making him kneel down with one knee.
But as he steadied himself in surprise and anger, turning to see who stealthily attacked him, he only glimpsed amidst the faintly visible courtyard shadows a blurry child hopping on one foot, glaring at him angrily.
Where did this brat co from? How dare... What the hell!
Before the surrounding shadows faded, barely recognizing the child’s features, Dongya couldn’t help but draw a cold breath, swallowing back the curses balancing on his tongue.
This brat looks darn terrifying, almost like the Food God’s own son!
...
"Your Majesty the Grand Witch King."
Startled by the ti-crossing kick, Dongya hadn’t responded to the silver-haired elderly woman’s words yet, and the white snake pendant on his ear swayed twice, taking over the conversation:
"Long ti no see... I rember last ti when I saw you, you were much younger than your daughter, but now you’ve beco even older than your mother was back then."
"?!"
Hearing the genderless voice from the earring, the silver-haired elderly woman’s pupils slightly contracted, then in full surprise, she asked:
"Is it you?"
"Yes."
Facing the silver-haired elderly woman’s abrupt question, [Narration of Nonexistence] seed to know what she wanted to ask and replied directly, the tone with a trace of laughter:
"So, in the future fragnt you saw back then, did I not speak to you?"
"..."
Without answering [Narration of Nonexistence]’s question, the Grand Witch King sitting in the chair, brows furrowed, said expressionlessly:
"My answer remains unchanged whether you speak or not, I will never cooperate with you."
"So why is that?"
The white snake earring gently swayed, [Narration of Nonexistence] asked with a hint of confusion:
"Your ancestors were rulers among the Great Court Ten Clans, the most esteed witches in the living world, defeated by the Clean-up Bureau and humans, driven out from your holand, have you never considered reclaiming it all?"
"That is different."
Unable to resist glancing at "Princess Catherine", the silver-haired elderly woman resolutely replied:
"Even at the peak of the [Great Court], the activities of the Ten Clans were confined to only half the current Witch Kingdom, all tribes combined counted rely in millions.
But now, just the Mifalla Kingdom alone possesses over forty million citizens continuing the bloodline of the ’witch’, including my own, infused with human blood as well. I am both a witch of the Great Court Ten Clans and human, while you are enemies to all humankind!"
"But I am genuinely sincere."
Looking at the silver-haired elderly woman’s glaring gaze, Dongya’s earring swayed regretfully:
"This question wasn’t posed solely to you; I asked your mother, grandmother, and even earlier ancestors of yours. Unfortunately, they were as stubborn as you, refusing my gestures.
Perhaps my heart also says, it’s truly ti to abandon this plan, so I did not pose this to your daughter... Hmm... Though I’ve known you’re unlikely to consent, I still wish to ask one last ti."
The shining white earring lightly swayed, forming a figure with a mask, softly addressed the silver-haired elderly woman:
"Do you truly not desire eternal life?"
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