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Chapter 219 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate 4
Chapter 219 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate, Part Four
In the end, the so-called God embarked on a long journey with only her two apostles.
Well, to be more precise, a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) girl, along with her fangirl and a lazy elf, embarks on a journey to save the world.
"How much further, teacher?" Angela asked. They had been walking like this for months, but Beatrice showed no sign of stopping.
“It’s still early,” Beatrice said. “You should exercise more. Look at Audrey, she doesn’t even break a sweat.”
“What I mean is, why don’t we use brooms to get around?” Angela said earnestly.
Beatrice and Angela looked at each other in bewilderment.
“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” Beatrice said.
"Teacher, you didn't ask. I thought there must be a deeper meaning behind your actions."
"That's how ascetics in comics always do it. Okay, I'm tired too, I'll ride a broom."
Audrey watched the two silently. She was a very quiet person by nature... and usually wandered around alone. If it weren't for an accident that led to her being rescued by Beatrice, she probably wouldn't have made contact with them.
She initially thought she had a serious problem, but now it seems she's not the only one with issues. Perhaps this is a case of birds of a feather flocking together.
All three were witches with proficient magical skills, and they covered a journey that would normally take a week in half a day on their brooms.
They headed north.
Neither of them asked their teacher where their destination was... If they could, Beatrice would have told them; if they couldn't, it meant they should just follow along obediently.
Since you've already agreed, just do it. The teacher will arrange what you need to do.
"Teacher... just the three of us, can we really manage?" Angela muttered.
“They didn’t want to come, and there’s nothing we can do about it. It’s just fate,” Beatrice said. “It’s best to interfere with fate as little as possible.”
“If the teacher is willing to show up and persuade them, I think many of them would be willing to come,” Angela said. “At least Lilith, that lazybones, is afraid of the teacher. If the teacher intervenes, she will definitely come.”
"You should be able to guess that what I want to do is not a simple thing."
"Ah."
“If they don’t even have this awareness, it won’t work for me to show up and persuade them; it’s more likely to have the opposite effect,” Beatrice explained. “They’ve been indulging in true pleasures for too long. That’s only human nature—it’s part of their destiny.”
No one said anything more.
Beatrice foresaw the source of the crisis. Although things are calm on the surface now, hundreds of years later, it will become a blood-red hell, the source of all dangers.
There is a rift connecting hell and the human world. Although the rift has not yet fully formed, it will open sooner or later.
The exact reason is unknown, but perhaps it's because, just as mechanical parts can age, those weak cracks can widen one day. Once they crack open, demons could come to the human world without hindrance, and it's no longer the case that encountering a demon is a rare occurrence.
The reason why there are so few demons on earth now is precisely because most demons cannot come here.
Her task was to plan ahead and try to block the source of this problem as much as possible.
But that future turning point is a crucial one, and Beatrice doesn't know if it can be changed, but anything is possible, so she has to try.
Three witches alone are not enough—witches are not omnipotent, and even she has many things she cannot do.
This is a long-term plan. Angela can't wait until that day. Maybe Audrey can, but it's not enough—so she has to find more and more helpers.
And the so-called helpers are people, lots and lots of people.
She wanted to build a barrier at that source as a front line to resist the invasion of demons—and one day, hundreds of years later, this demonic rift would continue to widen, and many demons from hell would emerge from the rift and come to the human world to turn it into a playground for demons.
Before that, there must be a way to stop their invasion, and this barrier is the key step.
Barriers are merely a stopgap measure, but for now, they are the only stopgap measure that can attempt to change that hopeless future. Beatrice cannot yet conceive of better measures; these require time to verify and to be observed in reality, not just wishful thinking.
The most fundamental solution would be to tell everyone about the impending outcome so they can prepare themselves. That would be far better than her suffering alone as a victim to fill the void.
But she couldn't bring herself to say it; she couldn't even tell her own disciples, let alone anyone else.
Besides, even if she could tell everyone, how many people would take it seriously? Anyway, it's a matter of a thousand years from now, and I won't live to see that time, so what does it have to do with me?
If even his own disciples have this mentality, then ordinary people are even more likely to be.
Along the way, Beatrice spent all her money to recruit people and find help.
The witch's authority was very effective; lured by Beatrice's promise of benefits, many people spontaneously agreed to go north with her.
You might not be tempted by a single gold coin.
With ten gold coins, even a poor person might dare to fight desperately.
For a hundred gold coins, someone would dare to sell their soul.
For the sake of gold coins, many people won't even ask what your purpose is; if you pay enough, people will be willing to go with you.
People are pragmatic; gold coins are just numbers to Beatrice, who has achieved great success. Besides, she is, after all, the teacher of the Wealth Witch Anchorage. Although she is unwilling to come with him, she wouldn't refuse if he asked her for sponsorship.
At her level, gold coins are no longer just numbers; they are also a medium for how to reasonably earn other resources, such as reputation.
Three witches led a large group of people into the Sighing Snowfield.
Most people are only after the gold coins; no one knows that this journey is a path to hell. However, those who are prepared for the worst probably don't care.
The journey through the snowfield was extremely arduous. Even with the protection of three experienced witches, by the time they reached their destination, most of the travelers had perished.
Upon arriving at their destination, the people, under Beatrice's instructions, built a city from scratch, with Angela's puppetry skills playing a crucial role. In just one month, a small town appeared in this vast snowfield.
This was the prototype of Beatrice, the witch's capital.