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Chapter 217 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate 2
Chapter 217 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate, Part Two
In glimpsing destiny, you are also being glimpsed by destiny.
Behind every seemingly enviable advantage lies a price, unseen and predetermined. Ophelia knew long ago that her existence would gradually fade away.
It was as if she didn't exist in this world; she could feel the world gradually erasing her.
How to describe it?
Just as a child erases a drawing they are not satisfied with, Ophelia herself is being erased in this inexplicable way.
Who wiped her away? It doesn't matter. Just know that such a thing happened. After all, not all questions can be answered. There may be an answer, but the answer itself is not important.
Until she was completely wiped away.
The world will never again have someone like Ophelia. Everyone will forget her—including her disciples. Perhaps her disciples will remember that they once had a teacher who guided them step by step onto the path of magic.
But they don't remember who that person is... They subconsciously ignore this question in their daily lives, and even careful thinking yields no results.
Have you ever tried so hard to remember someone but couldn't recall who they were? It's probably that feeling—you try to think back, but when you get nowhere, you give up.
You won't care about this kind of problem because it's irrelevant to your life.
The same applies here; Ophelia's presence or absence is irrelevant.
Once gone, that's it. There's no need to remember this person who drifted outside the world's fate.
But the person in question was naturally terrified of disappearing; no one wants to die like that—but there was nothing she could do. As an observer of fate, she shouldn't have existed within its grasp in the first place.
A normal person might just wait to die; nothing they do would make a difference.
But Ophelia is not normal; she is constantly trying to find a way to prevent herself from disappearing.
She had tried all sorts of methods, but none of them worked. This disappearance was independent of magic, and its principle remained a mystery.
It's as if Ophelia herself doesn't know why she can see into the fates of others.
There are so many things in this world that cannot be explained, and this is just one of many unsolved mysteries.
Ultimately, Ophelia solved the problem using a very abstract method.
She was indeed a magical genius—in the end, she avoided being erased by switching identities. What was to be erased was the identity of Ophelia—but what about switching identities?
Fate wanted to erase her, just as it had wanted to erase her at the moment of her birth, and this erasure continued.
Ophelia used the magic of fate to alter her identity; she was no longer Ophelia, but Isabella. Ophelia thus vanished into the tides of history, replaced by Isabella.
Everything that Ophelia once had was inherited by Isabella.
And the fate that was erased was inherited by Isabella.
Escaping is shameful, but useful, in a way that is utterly absurd—Ophelia, oh, now Isabella—escaped her doomed fate.
However, this method cannot be replicated forever.
This relentless pursuit from fate is like a relay race. Isabella cheats by restarting the game, but each time she restarts, the pursuer doesn't return to the starting point; instead, he starts from a place even further away.
One day, she will be won over.
Perhaps one day, when this unfair game restarts, fate's knife will have already pierced her.
But regardless, Isabella survived. Since then, she has had many different identities, each one accompanied by the death of the new one.
Ophelia, Isabella... and so on, will all have their identities corrected by history.
To become a completely new identity.
This game of pursuit continued until the Witch of Fate became Beatrice.
She knew that there would be no next chance to switch identities; the next time she did, that fateful hand would slap her shoulder.
But this wasn't all bad; with each approaching crisis, her sense of destiny grew clearer. In the past, she could only see fragments; gradually, she could see video recordings.
Gradually, she went from being able to see only one video to being able to see many, many videos.
These recordings depict the future of other timelines.
The fates of other timelines were crystal clear to her.
But strangely, every timeline was eventually severed, reaching its end.
Beatrice could only see a tiny bit of that endpoint, and in that tiny bit, she went blind. While sensing the future doesn't necessarily require sight, this was merely a warning.
Next time, it might be her life that's at stake.
Although she was already close to death.
That inevitable future is the end of the world. It should be said that it is the end of humanity; the world has become a blood-red hell, teeming with demons.
This is... the unchangeable future.
This is a crucial juncture, unchangeable. Just as one cannot alter the life or death of another, this ending cannot be corrected.
Beatrice understood the significance of this point immediately. She even found it difficult to share what she had seen—if she did, she would be instantly annihilated, and she could sense it all.
But if she doesn't take action, the world is doomed.
She herself found it amusing that she, someone destined to leave no mark on history, would become the savior she had always dreamed of. But this savior was proving to be quite difficult.
Even if she can't tell the truth that the world will eventually be destroyed, she still has a way to save it.
Even if none of these methods work in the end, at least she tried. How can you know the outcome if you don't try?
Just like she never imagined she could escape the relentless march of fate and survive until now. Without trying, the inevitable tragic outcome was sealed.
Beatrice found her top disciple, Angela, who was already the uncrowned queen of the Garden of Deomeia. Although the Garden of Deomeia had abolished the imperial system, there was still someone in charge, and it was obvious who that person was.
Beatrice couldn't say a word about the ending, so all she said to Angela was a simple, "Come with me, okay?"
Cutting off the beginning and end makes it incomprehensible.
But Angela knew her eccentric teacher very well; she knew there were some things her teacher couldn't say.
“Okay.” Without any hesitation, Angela didn’t know what her teacher wanted to do, but as long as the teacher said so, she would do it.
An extraordinary level of trust and an incomprehensible affection led Angela to readily relinquish her "throne," just as she had when she first met her teacher, who said, "Be my apprentice, and I will give you everything you desire."
She simply replied with an "okay".
She left the garden with her teacher—and from then on, her history became part of the garden's Demi-Omega. The people of the garden never saw this legendary witch again.