The future of the Slaughter King Association depends entirely on ?
Looking at the Grand Witch King's own thumbs-up, with a face full of confusion, Raven Masked Man instinctively turned his head to look at the Narration of Nonexistence on his shoulder, wanting to hear how it would explain this.
However, at this mont, the Narration of Nonexistence seed sowhat irritated, and its pitch-black raven feathers fluttered once more. The vitality, like a wilting epheral flower, quickly peeled away from the Grand Witch's body.
The straight spine hunched over again, the smooth skin was once more lined with ravines, and the youthful, charming black-haired girl transford back into an aged silver-haired old woman in the blink of an eye... only those eyes did not beco cloudy again, maintaining the clarity and nimbleness characteristic of the young.
"Bekinsel!"
Gazing into those still-calm eyes, the tone of the Narration of Nonexistence, usually slow and gentle, finally contained a visible trace of anger.
"If your purpose in saying these things was to anger , then you've succeeded!"
"???"
Watching the crow on his shoulder, whose eyes were faintly turning red with rage, Raven Masked Man couldn't help but twitch his lips, feeling that he seed to be maliciously offended by his teammate.
Soone says the future of the Slaughter King Association depends on , and then you, as if your tail was stepped on, directly start raging? I an... what do you an by that? Am I not also a Pillar God, is it disgraceful that the Slaughter King Association depends on ?
...
"So, what can you do to then?"
Regretfully touching her once smooth face, the silver-haired old woman, having gained the upper hand in the argunt, first glanced at the "Princess Catherine" with a strange expression, then laughed and asked:
"To quell the anger in your heart, do you intend to use this impostor to torture , or are you planning to take my life yourself?
Unfortunately, I have just over a week left, even if you kill imdiately, it will only shorten my life by a few days, and if you plan to torture , although I can't extend my life, I do have the ability to end it right away."
"Rest assured, I don't enjoy such crude thods, and besides, you may not necessarily have the ability to end your own life."
Facing the Grand Witch's provocation, the Narration of Nonexistence stared into her eyes with its yellow-brown pupils, speaking in an indifferent tone:
"Bekinsel, from this mont on, you are also a part of this story, and the role you will play is yourself—benevolent, kind, strong, yet already aging Witch King."
As the crow slowly narrated, the last trace of "youth" within the silver-haired old woman's body was completely stripped out, and like Leon and the others, it was thoroughly sealed by the Bedti Story.
"Although you were very powerful in the past, now in your declining years, you no longer have the strength of your youth, retaining only a single strike of power."
Accompanied by the indifferent narration of the Narration of Nonexistence, the wooden cane in the corner of the courtyard slowly floated over, automatically landing at the silver-haired old woman's side, as if it were alive, pressing into her palm and releasing a jet-black stream of air, tightly binding the Grand Witch's hand.
"Although I cannot foresee the future, I can tell you where your single strike will be used."
The yellow-brown eyes flickered slightly, the pitch-black crow opened its beak, and its eyes coldly said:
"That ambitious Prince Leon is currently conspiring with a malevolent witch, attempting to replace your daughter with that witch, thereby seizing the authority of the Grand Witch from you.
Their evil plan will proceed very smoothly, and soon they will capture your daughter and replace the true princess with the 'fake' one, while you, in your senile and muddled state, fail to notice, successfully deceived by them."
"However, in all stories, evil is destined to never triumph over good; in this story I tell, your daughter, though encountering danger, will successfully escape from their clutches using her wits and agility.
Afterward, with the help of a handso and clever young man, she will successfully thwart the prince and witch's evil plan, exposing their sche before everyone and sending the wicked prince and his accomplices to the gallows.
As for you, you will make a tily appearance at the last mont, and just as the evil witch impersonating your daughter is about to fly away on a broom, you will strike with anger, using your final power to knock that evil woman down from the sky."
"?!!!"
When the Narration of Nonexistence said this, the Grand Witch's eyes widened suddenly, as if she understood sothing, while the Narration of Nonexistence smiled at her surprise and anger, eyes filled with malice, saying:
"Although you, rciful as you are, didn't intend to kill, the evil witch had so bad luck. When she fell off the broom, accidentally... hmm..."
Glancing around the buildings of the inner court, the Narration of Nonexistence lifted its pitch-black wings and pointed to the distant black spire.
"Let's say she fell on that."
Casually assigning a final fate to the 'evil witch', the Narration of Nonexistence looked at the furious Grand Witch in front of it, coldly smiling with satisfaction:
"Next, the unlucky witch will wail in pain on the spire of the tower for a day and a night, and when her blood, the sa color as yours, flows from the top of the tower to the bottom, only then can she die with resentnt towards you and eyes full of unwillingness.
As for you, your daughter, and the young man who aided her, you will embrace happily beneath the tower where the corpse of the evil witch hangs... So, are you satisfied with the conclusion of this story?"
"I am not satisfied!"
The silver-haired old woman gritted her teeth and said:
"You won't succeed! I've already seen the future! The things you said..."
"The things I said, in this story that I tell, are destined to beco the reality that will happen in the future!"
Interrupting the Grand Witch's rebuttal, the Narration of Nonexistence slightly raised its head, eyes calm as it said:
"As for the future you saw, it is rely one of countless possibilities; the future you see may not necessarily beco the real future. Although the Ti you control is the noblest of Authorities, no matter how noble, it is rely Authority, while what the Pillar God holds is 'Truth'.
As the pinnacle of all cognition, Truth is a reality that, as long as the conditions are t, will surely be achieved and can never be changed. When I narrate this story, it will inevitably co to pass, with no one able to defy it!"
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