Chapter 631: Chapter 294: Major Family Event Three: Witch’s Night (9)

Black Rose stood in silence in a corner of the statue space, arms crossed.

Her face hidden in the shadows, only a flicker of her eyes shone through, like the shimmering surface of a lake. After a long silence, she slowly lifted her gaze from the darkness, looking indifferently towards the interior of the statue space.

At this moment, in the cramped meeting room, there were ostensibly only two living persons, Lost Witch and Magical Girl Ash, yet the latter was staring desperately at the emptiness ahead, screaming out a name like a madwoman:

“Red Hat–!”

“Oh? So her name is Red Hat, what a cute name.”

Lost Witch spoke with interest, lifting her finger to gently tap her chin, “Too bad… if she is Red Hat then I am the big bad wolf from the fairy tales, about to devour her.”

Black Rose knew that the Lost Witch’s tactic was masterful. She first killed more than twenty real magical girls making Bai Zini mistakenly believe it was real, then released her power to trap Ash in an illusion.

At this moment, as Ash no longer harbored any doubts, the effectiveness of the illusion would be doubled.

“Red Hat…” Black Rose murmured the name, staring at the trembling pupils of Ash, then slightly turned her face, “Is that girl… really that important to you?”

As she pondered, Lost Witch suddenly turned her head slightly towards her, speaking in a teasing tone: “Black Rose, what are you still doing there? You think if you make no sound, ‘they’ wouldn’t know you’re here?”

Upon hearing this, Black Rose coldly lifted her head, meeting her gaze, “I am just here to witness an old friend’s disgrace. Do you have a problem with that…?”

“I see, then enjoy as you please.”

Lost Witch responded slowly, curling her finger slightly, the lifeless Red Hat had already walked to her side.

Then she pinched Red Hat’s chin, tilted her head towards Ash, and spoke, “Tell me… what kind of death would you like me to give her?”

“Don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t…”

On the cross, the girl stared at Red Hat’s face, her lips trembling slightly while uttering a mournful cry, her eyes wide open under her messy hair, the pupils constricted with fear.

“I don’t understand…where has your arrogance gone now that it’s needed?”

Speaking, Lost Witch paused briefly, her fingers leaving Red Hat’s chin, “Before I torture her, actually, just now those two girls whose heads rolled were pleading with me, saying they had something to tell you, so I used my magic to let them live a bit longer.”

The girl in a gothic dress trembled, slowly lifting her blood-stained cheeks, her eyes brimming with anger staring straight at her.

At that moment, she suddenly heard many voices, coming from beneath her feet.

She dumbfoundedly looked down, only to see the heads lying at her feet, each lightly whispering, the heads of more than twenty magical girls softly speaking to her.

Some were cursing;

Some were crying;

Some were screaming;

Some were shouting;

Some were smiling;

Smiling out of place.

The girl in a gothic dress, her face pale, her vacant gaze locked onto the smiling head.

Magical Girl Hong lifted her gaze, her bloodied lips slightly parting, her face donning a tender smile.

She softly said, “Everything will be alright… Senior Hui Jin, Teacher Xizi Yue, they will come save you, so–”

Before she could finish, Lost Witch stomped on her head, silencing her mid-sentence.

Instead, the blood splattered, pattering onto the stone surface of the altar.

On the cross, the girl’s gaze was utterly void, as if it had lost all color.

“Right, right, this lovely little one here has something to say to you too, listen to what she wants to say, otherwise it would be such a waste, this is your last chance to see her…”

Lost Witch whispered into Ash’s ear, then picked up the head of Magical Girl Feng from the ground, holding her head with both hands, face-to-face with the girl on the cross.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you–” Feng murmured, her gaze lowered, staring intently at the only remaining eyeball of Magical Girl Hong, then lifted her gaze again, her empty eyes steadily fixed on the girl on the cross, “I hate you.”

The next second, her head was thrown to the ground by Lost Witch, crushed under a high heel.

On the cross, the iron chains vibrated frantically, the girl struggled, silently, hysterically screaming.

In that moment, besides the splatter of brain matter, the sound of vibrating chains, Black Rose heard from behind the rumbling and the deafening blare of horns.

The next second, the stage setup for the Witch’s Night trembled, shaking the ground inside the statue space.

“Xizi Yue has come…”

Witch Black Rose whispered to herself, slowly turning around, silently walking out of the statue space, never looking back.

Just as she exited the statue space, a colossal dark green train had rammed into the stage of the Witch’s Night, and at that moment, three magical girls stood atop the dark green train.

Black Rose glanced sideways at the trio, then looked up at Bai Yi and Lan Ou flying in from a corner of the sky.

Finally, she slowly turned her neck, her cold gaze resting on Red Hat flying in on a sleigh.

Witch Black Rose clearly knew what these people were bypassing the trio of magical girls and several witches for, so she wrapped her arms around herself, quietly waiting in the center of the stage, silently holding guard in front of this Witch statue.