60 Chapter 59: Witch vs. Goddess: Whom Will You Choose?

Today, Beatrice was dancing gracefully in her Moonlight Shrine, just like any other day, casting a cool radiance upon the mortal realm. Occasionally, she would respond to the prayers of her followers.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful woman in this world~"

She danced and chanted in a melodious voice, resembling a poem.

Inside the temple, which had a predominantly white color scheme, it felt as if an exquisite dancer was blooming amidst the ice and snow.

In the center of the shrine, there stood a full-length mirror, surrounded by decorations made of gold and adorned with scattered precious gemstones.

Upon hearing Beatrice's inquiry, the treasure known as the Witch's Mirror emitted a surge of turbulent mist on its surface.

Then, within this mirror, which was called the "answer to all questions," a plain face of an ordinary woman slowly condensed. Apart from the mouth, all other features appeared perfectly smooth.

"M-My, my esteemed master, good evening to you..."

Clearly, the tone of the mirror spirit's speech was somewhat obsequious, yet cautious.

"..."

There was no response as usual. Beatrice spun lightly on her tiptoes in place, resembling an elegant swan.

Then, she ceased her dance.

Standing in her spot, she smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"Could it be... I am not the most beautiful woman in this world?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Beatrice's body appeared in front of the mirror.

The face of the featureless mirror spirit trembled slightly, as if it were afraid.

Then, with a humble attitude, it said, "M-Master, you should see for yourself..."

After speaking, the mist within the mirror quickly condensed into a somewhat blurry image.

Within the image, a cold woman dressed in a white gown faintly appeared. Her long black hair cascaded behind her, and her entire body was adorned in pure white and deep black, exuding a captivating beauty that left one entranced.

Just a slender and graceful figure seemed capable of attracting the gaze of the entire world.

It was a beauty that surpassed all limits.

As if sensing being observed, the cold woman turned her head and glanced in that direction.

Then, she lifted her hand and pointed.

That slender and translucent white finger seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, heading towards Beatrice's forehead.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a scream, the surface of the mirror displayed faint cracks, and the image disappeared without a trace. The mirror spirit completely vanished.

Observing this scene before her, Beatrice smiled with joy.

"Somebody has broken my curse?"

"Agnes, have you... fallen in love with a human?"

...

Back to the dark plain.

"What does 'green tea b*tch' mean?"

Beatrice pondered for a moment, then chuckled and reached out her hand to touch her face. The blurry seal instantly dissipated.

In an instant, a delicate and ethereal face, like that of an ice and snow spirit, appeared before Char.

Once again, it surpassed all the human females he had ever seen in terms of beauty.

After all, she was a deity, and there were always magical powers of various kinds that could enhance oneself.

Char was momentarily stunned, feeling an invisible allure rushing to his brain, as gentle whispers sounded in his ears.

His eyes gradually lost focus.

Soon, the only figure reflected in his pupils was the goddess before him.

A triumphant smile flashed in Beatrice's eyes.

Although she didn't understand why that woman, Agnes, would favor this guy who had a distaste for gods, Beatrice's favorite thing to do in life was to snatch love!

To see precious things that originally belonged to others fall into her hands in an instant, while the original owners carried regrets for the rest of their lives, wasn't that a beautiful sight?

Wasn't this also a form of vengeance?

With this thought in mind, Beatrice took a step forward and gently held Char's chin with her hand.

His appearance wasn't bad at all, even among humans, he could be considered top-notch, even surpassing the beauty of renowned elves.

Taking one more step forward, there was a chance to elevate this appearance to the realm of "extraordinary."

Sometimes, being handsome was also a kind of ability.

With a playful thought, Beatrice suddenly waved her hand.

Instantly, a mirror with faint cracks appeared beside them.

"M-Master?"

The timid voice of the mirror spirit came from within the mirror.

Just a moment ago, it suffered a casual flick from the witch, and its current state is not good, almost on the verge of falling into slumber.

But Beatrice doesn't care about all this.

She lightly snapped her fingers, and instantly, the mist inside the mirror spun rapidly as if uncontrollable.

"Ma-Master, spare me! If I'm attacked again by Lady Agnes like that, I'll be completely shattered!" The mirror spirit pleaded desperately.

"Well then, shatter away. After all, it's been over three thousand years since I snatched you away from Adrien. I'm getting a bit tired of you," Beatrice said indifferently, disregarding the mirror spirit's incredulous gaze.

Then, under her forceful control, ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror, and a scene extremely familiar to Char instantly appeared before them.

It was the Abyss Palace where Miss Witch resided.

And this time, under the control of the Moon Goddess, the magic mirror created an effect similar to a video call within the palace.

...

Inside the palace, the witch was quietly gazing into the mirror when she suddenly noticed a mist emerging on its surface.

Then, before her eyes, a dark plain appeared, and at the end of the plain, a radiant full moon was blooming with a chilly brilliance.

Her eyes trembled slightly.

After clearly seeing the scene before her, Agnes took a step forward and spoke in an unprecedented cold voice, "Beatrice?"

At the end of her gaze, a white-haired girl, reminiscent of an ice and snow spirit, was gently holding Char's chin, observing him with great interest.

And that familiar black-haired boy had a vacant look in his eyes.

Miss Witch's fists instinctively clenched together. "Release him."

"If anything happens to him, even if it means breaking divine seals, violating oaths, I will find a way out of here."

"And then... I'll kill you."

"Oh, I'm so scared~" Beatrice, hearing Miss Witch's voice turning as cold as ice, said with a hint of grievance, "Agnes, dear sister, you've misunderstood me."

"I just wanted to conduct a little test, that's all."

...

A sudden sense of unease flashed through Miss Witch's heart.

For a long time now, this wicked woman had enjoyed destroying relationships and trampling on precious things.

What is she going to do this time?

Under Agnes' silent gaze, Beatrice softly parted her red lips and stared at the young man before her.

"Am I beautiful?"

This whispered question was as gentle as a lover's, echoing in Char's ears.

Char remained dumbfounded for a few seconds, then he said in a muffled voice, "Beautiful."

"In that case, how many points would you give for my beauty?"

"...Ten."

Satisfied with this answer, Beatrice nodded gently.

Then, with a playful smile, she pointed towards the Abyss Palace in the mirror. "Is she beautiful?"

"Beautiful."

"Well then... How many points would you give for her appearance?"

"Be a good boy and give an 'honest answer' okay?"

Beatrice slightly emphasized those two words.

"That's enough!"

Miss Witch took a deep breath and raised her tone.

Her snow-white fingers clenched tightly, and for the first time, she felt a surge of excitement and her chest rose rapidly.

Her former enemy had encountered the human boy she cared about, and it seemed like the scene when her beloved dress was snatched away back then was about to replay.

"Nine... nine..."

Char repeated that number in a dazed manner.

I won!

Beatrice rejoiced inwardly.

Agnes' beauty was unquestionable. Before she was sealed in the Abyss Palace, she had always been Beatrice's nightmare.

And now, hearing the boy favored by the witch himself admit that she was superior to Agnes, the feeling almost brought Beatrice to a peak of delight.

Miss Witch gazed at the scene before her and gently closed her eyes.

Once again, something related to her had been mercilessly taken away.

Miss Witch, who had been indifferent in the Abyss Palace for countless years, yearned more than ever to break the seal and regain her former power.

"Nine... ninety-nine."

An unexpected voice suddenly echoed.

Miss Witch opened her eyes abruptly, and then, with an incredulous look, Beatrice turned her gaze towards Char.

Char shook his head, and his once dull eyes regained their usual liveliness.

"Forget to mention, I prefer using a percentage scale for ratings." He smirked and chuckled, "In my opinion, you don't even deserve to shine miss Agnes's shoes."

"I despise you, you wretched bitch."

"miss Agnes is the most perfect woman in the world, flawless from head to toe. That's my honest evaluation."

"So, do you want to hear more?"

Char, breaking free from the enchantment, said with a smile.

He casually closed the system pop-up window.

Just a moment ago, when he caught a glimpse of Beatrice's true form, Char suddenly felt something was amiss, so he quickly opened the system.

The attribute points he received as rewards from the previous and current upgrades hadn't been added yet, totaling a whopping 81 points.

Without hesitation, Char allocated an additional 15 points to his Charisma.

[Due to your Charisma reaching 30, you have acquired the skill "Enchanting Gaze."]

[Enchanting Gaze]: When you activate this skill, all creatures that meet your gaze will be "charmed," and the strength of the effect will depend on your mental strength. When the skill is not activated, you gain a 400% resistance to charm.

That's the effect of this skill.

Of course, the key point that allowed Char to break free from the enchantment of the Moon Goddess was that she wasn't serious about it.

Merely relying on the natural charm of a goddess, she pulled him into a state of enchantment, but she didn't actually use divine means.

That was the last trace of pride she had as a goddess.

While Char passionately expressed his evaluation of Agnes, he didn't notice that Miss Witch had shifted her gaze away from the mirror beside him.

Her black hair hung over her fair side profile, making it difficult to discern her current expression.

When Char noticed the scene in the mirror next to him after being charmed, he was completely bewildered.

Obviously, when he said the phrase "flawless from head to toe" just now, it wasn't a conscious thought but rather a reflection of certain delightful scenes in his mind.

So now, he was socially dead.

"M-Miss Witch?"

He said awkwardly.

Agnes gently lifted her head and gazed at him with an indescribable look in her eyes.

Then, in a low voice, she said, "Until we meet again."

With that, she waved her hand lightly, severing the connection with the magic mirror.

Is she really so indifferent?

Char had thought that Miss Witch would take the opportunity to rescue him as well, but now he could only rely on himself.

After all, Miss Witch knew very well that Char wouldn't die.

So he took a deep breath and stared at the ever-changing Beatrice in front of him, saying, "At this point, go ahead and kill me."

"As you wish."

A trace of majesty suddenly appeared on Beatrice's face, her snow-white long hair moved without wind, and her slender body slowly rose.

Behind her was a moon emitting a cold radiance.

At this moment, she possessed a fraction of the sacred aura of the Moon Goddess.

"Faced with the grace of a goddess, you dare ignorantly choose that wretched woman, Agnes..." Beatrice said coldly and mercilessly, "I pronounce your death sentence, Char Adelaide"

The overwhelming moonlight rose like surging waves and tides on the vast sea, emerging from the end of the dark plain.

It was an endless moonlight capable of shrouding the night sky, exuding the authority of a goddess wherever it reached!

Then, the tide of moonlight surged towards Char's location, crashing down!

Faced with such an attack, Char felt like a shaky little boat in the midst of a tsunami, just one gentle touch and he would be crushed into pieces.

Thanks, esteemed goddess.

Although in my heart, you're still a conniving woman, the kind I can't afford to mess with.

Char calmly thought as he gazed at the terrifying tide of moonlight that could easily destroy an entire city.

But in the next second, his body abruptly disappeared from its original position.

"Boom—!!!"

The tide of moonlight crashed down, but it lost its target, the one who had been sentenced to death.

Beatrice was stunned for a moment, then angrily directed her gaze towards a certain spot in the sky. "Adriel?! What are you doing?!"

Her furious voice echoed across the entire plain.

After a while, a seam slowly cracked open in the void.

A gigantic vertical pupil, overlooking the diminutive figure of Beatrice as if it were a supreme deity.

Soon, a wave of voice slowly emanated from the rift.

"This is a promise I made to that little girl, Agnes, ten thousand years ago, and..."

"He is a human I have laid my eyes upon."

There was a brief agitation in Beatrice's chest, and she gradually regained her composure.

She remained silent for a moment, then sneered and said, "It doesn't matter."

"After all, I left a 'mark' on that guy."