"Hurry up and end your sister's pain, otherwise you will die together. Oh, how pitiful! Hehehe, or are you actually planning to die for love?"

"If we don't take action, the bottle of magic potion will go bad. That's not fun... It doesn't matter if I let my sister drink the potion, but there will be another crazy and out-of-control monster in the future, not to mention that she may not survive until then.

when."

"Hasn't it started yet? He hasn't made up his mind yet? It's too slow. I'm ready to fake cry. Don't waste other people's precious time."

"..."

Kill her quickly.

All the women were laughing and shouting, asking him to kill his sister quickly.

It's very simple, just raise the dagger in your hand and tear open the gap in her neck, and life will pass away like water, just like those people they once killed.

but.

Why on earth did they get to this point?

If you want to live... you have to constantly give up foreign things, even the most cherished things?

No, this, this is not right——

After an unknown length of silence, "Beatrice" raised her head, looked around, caught the shadows of the black robes in her eyes, and finally showed a cold and decisive smile.

"Don't even think about it...I won't let you get what you want."

She pointed the sharp end of the cold blade at herself, then stabbed it down, opening a huge gap.

No one applauded this touching brother-sister relationship at the expense of oneself.

There were boos everywhere, and the witches let out disappointed sighs.

Only the lost "Pierre" was left in the field, walking step by step to the bottle of witch's potion, and drank it in one gulp mixed with tears.

From this day on, there was no longer a person named Pierre. In memory of her dead "sister", she changed her name to Beatrice.

The picture gradually dimmed.

When her vision became clear again, she, who had become "Beatrice", was kneeling in front of a woman. The latter had a beautiful figure, and the corners of her black robe seemed to have a sense of decay and dilapidation. She was saying something in a singing voice.

.

And Beatrice faithfully and religiously recorded every word she said.

"You did a good job, but you still need to be cautious. Your brother created a glimmer of hope for you in the end, allowing you to borrow his identity to survive... No, Beatrice is dead, and you must remember

Who are you."

"I can help you, but there is a limit. Even if I can hide it from most of the people present at the time, I still can't fool that person."

"He hates witches whose original gender is female, so you must not be promoted to the 'Pain' of Sequence 5, as that will attract His attention..."

"The current safe threshold that can be confirmed is the 'joy' of Sequence 6. Before you get the blessing of..., you can only reach the level of 'joy' at most."

"I need you to do some things for me, some dirty little things that are inconvenient for me to do in person..."

"When the time comes, you will see what I promised...before then, kill your resentment and put away your anger..."

"We are distorted, distorted from the very beginning, insignificant and miserable reptiles. We are not even qualified to climb onto the chessboard and become chess pieces... Remember this, and then struggle with all your strength."

——Further on, there are some things that "Beatrice" has experienced today.

She laughs, she sinks, she cries, she suffers. She becomes less and less like herself, and at the same time she realizes more clearly who she really is.

I don’t know since when, the bystanders hiding in the shadows have quietly left, leaving only this revolving door of dreams to continue to play out, changing the broken endgame from time to time.

"call……"

Alice opened her eyes and returned to reality from the swamp of the witch's memories so far.

Unsurprisingly, there is indeed useful information in Beatrice's memories, intelligence with reference value.

But, it's not enough.

Apart from knowing the unreasonable malice of other witches towards her, and the unnamed "him"'s dislike of real female witches, the other information is too vague and vague, and only adds to speculation.

After taking a few minutes to calm down from watching other people's dreams, Alice threw away the heated glass vial in her hand.

She turned over, held the other transparent bottle that she had let go of before, and closed her eyes in thought.

It is said that Triss's mental state is not very good and there is a risk of losing control... Then her dreams are likely to be chaotic and illogical fragments are put together. If you enter rashly, you may even run the risk of encountering an accident.

To change the way.

Alice thought for a while and decided to go to the outside of the other party's dream to take a look at the situation before making countermeasures.

As a result, when she followed the beacon's instructions and approached the edge of the dreamland of the witch Triss, she couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

This, this is wrong, why is she... No, the "Triss" in the dream is a man... Why is there "Claire" in his dream?!

And, and, this is quite difficult to describe...

"Claire" in his dream was holding a long whip with dangerous barbs in her hand, and the heel of her shoe was stepping on his blood-stained chest... No matter which angle you looked at "Claire", it was like

She looks like a complete bad woman.

But "Triss" seemed to have a contradictory expression of pain and addiction...

Alice was unusually dazed for half a minute, and a dangerous idea gradually emerged in her mind:
Chapter completed!