latelenovela Chapter 218 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate 3
Chapter 218 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate 3
Chapter 218 [Snow Woman] Beatrice, the Witch of Fate, Part Three
Angela is an outlier, but outliers like her are destined to be few and far between.
Normal people wouldn't choose to believe in fate just because they meet a weirdo who asks, "Do you believe in fate?" Perhaps geniuses are all abnormal people like this.
This flower witch, who single-handedly created a puppet empire, abandoned everything she possessed because of a single sentence from her teacher. She could have lived a life of luxury, surrounded by mountains of gold and silver, but because of that one sentence, she left her homeland once again.
But the Flower Witch is the Flower Witch; she cannot represent other people's thoughts.
"Hey, Senior Sister—" Lilith, the Rain Witch, lay lazily on a recliner, munching on an apple. Anyone who didn't know her would never guess that this seemingly slovenly girl in casual clothes was the Rain Witch. "Why do we have to go?"
"The teacher asked us to go, why shouldn't we go?" Angela couldn't understand Lilith's mindset.
“If the teacher insists, I will consider it,” Lilith said. “But I don’t even know what it’s about, and the teacher doesn’t insist that I go, so I don’t want to go.”
Not everyone has Angela's resolve to give up everything.
Lilith was originally a lazy, ordinary girl. If Beatrice hadn't forcibly dragged her out of the house, she would never have become the Rain Witch she is today.
“If the teacher can’t say something, it must be something very important,” Angela said calmly. “You should know the teacher’s abilities; she can foresee things long, long into the future.”
“Yes, you said it yourself, that was a very, very long time ago.” Lilith smiled, casting a spell to make the apple core in her hand disappear. “So, do we have an obligation to deal with it?”
She's lazy, not stupid.
She didn't become a witch by some random wind. From any perspective, she's a genius.
How could Angela not know what she was saying? There must be some trouble that's going to erupt in the future that they need to deal with, and it seems like that trouble is quite big, otherwise the teacher could handle it all by herself.
These disciples knew best the abilities of this legendary witch with extraordinary powers. Compared to her, who could only create rain to change the climate, their teacher's abilities were simply a matter of overwhelming power.
"How could you think like that?" Angela said, displeased.
I don't understand. Isn't it the students' duty to deal with the troubles their teachers encounter?
"Senior Sister—" Lilith's expression became unusually formal, her usual lazy demeanor completely gone. "We are human beings, not puppets. We are not obligated to follow the rules. My respect for the teacher does not mean that I will obey everything the teacher says."
That was just an excuse before; this is what she really thinks.
Human nature.
Nowadays, Lilith is a highly respected witch in the Land of Water, and she can have anything she wants. She could probably even sit on the throne of the King of the Land of Water.
They want her to go with the teacher? Why? Just because of the so-called teacher-student relationship, should she give up everything she has now? She said she couldn't do it.
"I understand." Angela nodded and left, her expression revealing no emotional fluctuation.
It seems that a childhood illness has left her facial muscles paralyzed—but Lilith has spent more than just a day or two with Angela, and she can clearly sense that Angela is disappointed, and very disappointed.
Lilith couldn't understand why her senior sister would give up everything she had. They were destined to be on different paths.
After being rejected by Lilith, Angela also sought out the Wealth Witch Anchorage.
This witch corresponds to the Tarot card [The Emperor], but she is not an emperor; instead, she is a hoarder with wealth beyond measure.
She was obsessed with alchemy and other magical methods for creating wealth, many of which had been proven theoretically feasible, but the price to pay was often beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Blood, memories—everything people cherish can be exchanged for wealth.
It is worth mentioning that she is also the president of the Merchants' Hearing of the Republic of Pierre, the land of gold coins. In other words, she is the person in charge of this behemoth kingdom that can control the economic lifeline of the world.
If we trace it back further—she was the ancestor of Frank, whom Elena met in the land of gold coins.
"Senior Sister Angela, so what are you pursuing this time?" Anchorage respected his senior sister very much. In stark contrast to Lilith's appearance, she seemed very shrewd.
“Do what is destined,” Angela said.
"So, what is destiny? Who decides it?" Anchorage said. "I say, Senior Sister Angela, why did you give up your kingdom? To be honest, it pains me to see how much money you're losing."
“If we don’t resolve the problems the teacher sees, we may face incredibly terrible calamities in the future,” Angela tried to reason with them.
"Hmm—maybe I'll already be dead from old age by then?" Anchorage said. "What does it have to do with me if I'm already dead?"
"Then why don't you think about your descendants?"
“Let my descendants handle that problem,” Anchorage shrugged. “If they can’t, it’s none of my business, okay? You know my temper; I never do anything that doesn’t benefit me. I won’t do anything without a reward—you might think I’m ungrateful, but even my parents don’t have the right to force me to do anything.”
She was even more ruthless and cruel than Lilith.
But Angela didn't resent her—she had too much to let go of.
Not everyone is like her.
Later, she also found the witch of death, Catherine.
She was rejected just as well—Catherine, the goddess of death, Spera, had no intention of thinking about that "distant" future.
However, unlike the people Angela had found before, Ekaterina could still offer some help. Well, to be precise, it wasn't that she directly offered help; she merely helped with the introductions.
“Equivalent exchange is a principle that we Death Gods have always upheld,” Mo said. “Considering that you are Senior Sister Xiao Yezi, I’ll give you a discount. Five thousand pure souls of Muses, and I will help you solve any problems within my power—provided it doesn’t affect my work.”
Death has no lifespan; their lifespan is infinite—Mo will live to the day Beatrice foretold.
Later, after searching around, almost everyone refused.
In the end, only one person agreed.
"Let's go." Meeting this wandering traveler, Audrey, was purely accidental—Angela rarely saw this junior sister and didn't know how her teacher had met her in the first place.
“What I really want to ask is why you agreed,” Angela asked.
"That's actually the question I want to ask you. I have nothing, so nothing matters to me." Audrey was simply bored; elves' lifespans were far too long, and she wanted to find something to do. "Are you really willing to give it up?"
Is it meaningful to talk about this now?
“It really doesn’t make any sense,” Audrey nodded.