readytorunbook Chapter 220 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate 5
Chapter 220 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate 5
Chapter 220 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate, Part Five
After placing the piece in the designated spot, all that's left is to wait.
Beatrice created a similar system in her own kingdom, modeled after the Magical Union, outlining how to assess, educate, and regulate witches...
These were the initial prototypes of the future kingdom of Beatrice. It was isolated from the world, and from this day forward, no one would know that such a kingdom existed in the far north.
The manpower shortage can be temporarily alleviated by Angela's magical dolls, and time will tell—now, their greatest enemies are not the demons of the future, but the harsh cold and the human heart.
To gain a foothold in this snow-covered plain, one needs to invest a great deal of effort and time.
Beatrice, however, lacks time the most.
Her calamity is coming again. This time, she has no chance to switch identities and start over. The hand of fate is eager to kill her.
If she dies, the future will depend solely on Angela.
There were so many arrangements yet to be completed, so many things she wanted to do that she couldn't do—in the end, she still hadn't figured out how to completely resolve that future crisis.
All her magical knowledge couldn't resolve that problem. Perhaps it could in the future, when they acquire more information about the rift and magical technology advances further, they'll know how to solve it.
But now, she doesn't have time.
In the fourth year after they established Beatrice, Beatrice's fate was about to be sealed.
At this time, the kingdom was still in turmoil, and if she, the pillar of the kingdom, were to die, it would be a fatal blow to the kingdom.
People will panic and lose all hope for the future.
No one wants to die like this. They might sell their souls for gold coins, but the instinct to survive is to stay alive if possible.
If this is true for ordinary people, then Beatrice is certainly no exception.
Therefore, Beatrice did not want to simply disappear. This was another battle she fought against fate—it was enough for her to exist; whether she lived or died was irrelevant.
Beatrice can be dead, but Beatrice must exist.
Even before her impending doom, Beatrice had already devised a solution.
This method was tantamount to death for her, but it didn't matter anymore.
"After I die, you will be the first princess, Angela." Beatrice solemnly instructed her eldest disciple on her final affairs. "Do not tell them of my death. You should know what to do."
Angela showed no emotion: "Teacher, you also said last time that you were going to die."
As a result, she survived, so Angela was completely immune. Even if her teacher were to die, she wouldn't feel sad anymore.
It's like being fooled by the boy who cried wolf so many times; when the wolf actually comes, it's not a big deal.
They're here, so be it.
"Ahem. I think you're destined to live a lonely life," Beatrice said with concern.
Is this disciple with such low emotional intelligence really her eldest apprentice? With such low emotional intelligence, she should just marry the doll.
"Love? I don't understand." Angela tilted her head and said—she was practically a puppet herself, spending every day with the doll.
“You don’t need to understand,” Beatrice said. “I will not disappear completely. Through dream magic, I will establish my consciousness in a dream to preserve my last bit of will. At some necessary moment in the future, I will wake up again. I believe Audrey, you have the chance to see that day.”
The elf girl dozed off, seemingly unconcerned: "What a hassle, this isn't a good thing."
“Sometimes I feel that the bond between us teachers and students is really quite thin,” Beatrice said with a wry smile.
Your teacher is about to pass away, aren't you guys going to do anything to show your support?
It's true, people change after they leave; the world is cold and indifferent.
“Don’t worry, teacher, when that day comes, I will make you a nice coffin,” Audrey said. “Teacher, you should like plum wood, right?”
You're not much better at emotional intelligence than Angela. I think our nascent kingdom is in grave danger.
Forget it, they say one thing and do another.
They probably just didn't want the farewell scene to be too sad, which is why they acted so nonchalantly.
I probably don't even believe it myself.
Forget it, I guess I'm just fooling myself.
Beatrice sighed and slowly walked towards the basement she had built for herself.
That lonely, forlorn figure seemed to long to hear her apprentice's plea to stay, but there was none. After a self-deprecating sigh, Beatrice shook her head and walked towards her own end.
From this day forward, she will sleep forever; she will be erased by fate; from now on, Beatrice's name and history will slowly fade away.
Someone like her shouldn't exist in this world. Now, fate has granted her wish.
She will retain a final vestige of consciousness in her dreams, and will awaken when necessary to complete a task.
Although there wasn't much she could do, it was all she could accomplish at the end.
After Beatrice left, only Angela and Audrey remained in the large hall.
"Do you think the teacher is really going to die this time?" Angela asked.
“How do you define death?” Audrey replied.
"According to scientific explanation, as long as the brain is active, it is not considered dead, but according to legal principles..."
“Stop, stop. Sometimes I’m really afraid to deal with academics like you,” Audrey said. “Whether the teacher is dead or not is irrelevant to what we’re doing now. The path has been paved, and now it’s time for us to do our work.”
Although Beatrice said nothing, the two intelligent people had already basically figured out what they needed to do once they arrived here.
This kingdom is a nail, meant to prevent a future catastrophe, though the nature of that catastrophe is currently unknown, but those at the forefront will certainly be the first to know.
As per Beatrice's instructions, Angela led the kingdom as its first leader, while Beatrice, as regent, corrected its mistakes behind the scenes. This was all proclaimed to the people—in order for Beatrice to establish herself, she created a witch council system similar to that of Deomeia of the Garden.
Ten people are selected as the supreme executives to wield power in the kingdom. To cope with the harsh environment, the selection mechanism is also much more brutal, a complete elimination system, where whoever is not up to the task is removed from office.
This was the prototype of the Snow Guard.
From now on, the Snow Guard will always be composed of the kingdom's most terrifying magicians. Those selected under such harsh conditions are even more terrifying than the most terrifying.
Unlike learning magic in the classroom, in this place of natural selection, what forces you to learn is never your parents' expectations, but the pursuit of life and death.
The weak are eliminated.
This is probably the biggest reason why the kingdom of Beatrice was able to eventually transform into a witch capital where witches roamed everywhere.