It was truly ironic.
Even if the sun rose in the west and set in the east, that would never happen. If she were to harm that person, she would rather tear out her own heart with her own hands before letting things take such a turn.
And yet, the words that had just come out of the mouth of the Witch of Winter—the very person who could be considered the main culprit behind the greatest harm inflicted upon him—were nothing short of absurd!
Especially considering that she seemed completely unaware of who had committed the gravest sin against him right there and then.
“That’s what I’m talking about, witch. Because of you, he died. Cain died because of you! He gave everything—sacrificed everything—to stop you, utterly insane as you were!”
As Bianca recalled the tragic death that had unfolded back then, magical energy began to surge wildly around her.
“Have you already forgotten who it was that drove the sword through his heart? The Witch of Winter?”
“…What is that supposed to mean?”
Aria, unable to comprehend Bianca’s words, furrowed her brows.
Bianca, however, erupted into laughter at the sight.
“Ah, yes. I suppose you forgot. You’ve become nothing more than an insect now. I forgot that you had been reduced to this state—once an absolute being who controlled the world, wielding divine power to freeze the entire continent with a mere whim.”
“But still, amnesia does not absolve all crimes. Even if you don’t remember anything else, you must understand one thing: you were the one who drove the sword into the heart of Cain, the very man you adore, admire, and love so dearly.”
Saying this, Bianca raised her hands. She could still feel the cold sensation from the moment she had touched his lifeless body.
“We are, in a way, indebted to him. It’s because of him that I, too, have returned to the past and seized another chance.”
“That’s why, if it’s for him, I would not hesitate to give up my life. And you, knowing nothing of this truth, dare to speak so recklessly?”
Meanwhile, Aria was consumed by confusion, barely registering the growling tone in Bianca’s voice.
‘…Returned to the past? Did I kill Young Lord Cain?’
Unconsciously, Aria bit down hard on her lip. Rationally, she knew Bianca’s claims sounded nonsensical. Returning to the past, stabbing Cain through the heart—it was the kind of madness one might hear from drunken ramblings on a crowded street.
Yet, deep within her soul, she felt a resonance—a fragment of truth hidden beneath Bianca’s words. It wasn’t a memory, but something indelibly etched into her being, whispering of an unspoken reality.
Bianca, meanwhile, stared at Aria with a cold intensity.
‘She is a perilous existence. While I tolerated her presence because of Cain, I can no longer allow this to continue. She is the source of great calamity, a looming risk, and the root of all evil…’
The Witch of Winter.
Though currently harmless, having lost her memories, what would happen if she regained them? If she remembered who she was and realized what she had done in the future?
Mankind would not survive. They would be annihilated before they even realized what was happening. The Witch of Winter’s power was a catastrophe that far surpassed human comprehension.
Unlike ten years in the future, humanity now lacked the means to defeat the Witch of Winter. Kyrie, the ageless and immortal, might still stand, but the princesses and saints, including Bianca herself, were shadows of their future strength.
This had to end here. If the tragedy wrought by the Witch of Winter repeated itself, Cain’s noble sacrifice would have been for nothing—a senseless, meaningless death.
“I don’t feel much sympathy for you, but you’re too dangerous. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to kill you here and now,” Bianca declared, stepping toward Aria. Her voice carried a deadly resolve.
“…Sorry? That’s rich,” Aria replied, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. “But since I’m overflowing with sympathy, I don’t think I’ll be apologizing either.”
Fearsome mana and murderous intent erupted from both women, cascading like a torrential waterfall.
Krrraakk!
As the magical energies collided, the surrounding space distorted under the overwhelming force, beginning to collapse.
This phenomenon, known as an isothermal space-burning event, occurred when immense magical energy concentrated in a confined area, causing the space itself to disintegrate and consume everything within. Such an event could only be achieved by a mage at the pinnacle of human magical ability—and it was now unfolding casually between Bianca and Aria.
“Today, I’ll avenge myself for ten years from now. Wouldn’t it be better if you prepared yourself? A quick end would make this far too dull,” Bianca sneered.
Fwooosh!
Her entire body became engulfed in an ultra-high-temperature white flame. This searing blaze, far surpassing the heat of red or blue flames, melted the ground around her by its mere presence.
“I don’t understand your ramblings, but there’s one thing we seem to agree on—I’m sick of seeing your face,” Aria retorted.
Bzzzztt!
An intense thunderbolt coursed through her body, disintegrating all nearby matter at a molecular level. It surpassed the gaseous state, transforming into plasma—the ultimate state of matter, both the strongest shield and the sharpest spear simply by existing.
Bianca and Aria locked eyes, their figures shrouded in flames and lightning.
And then—
BOOM!
Heaven and earth resounded with a deafening roar as the clash began.
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