Creak.
A sound of joints dislocating echoed from Allison Visseran’s tightly clenched fist.
The corners of her smiling eyes twitched uncontrollably for a moment.
Origin of the Witch?
Three days!
A full three days and nights!
Do you know how I survived these three days?!
The Veid Family collapsed with a bang, leaving a power vacuum in the capital that needed to be filled.
Countless ambitious schemers moved in the shadows, and government affairs piled up like a mountain waiting to be dealt with!
The little Queen Yekaterina acted bizarrely, locking herself in her bedchamber and refusing to handle state affairs or see anyone.
She appeared to have lost her mind!
It’s said that the Klein Family’s eldest daughter is now bedridden, convulsing and foaming at the mouth!
The entire Valoran Kingdom is on the verge of collapse, sinking into ruin!
And me?
To stabilize this sinking ship, I haven’t closed my eyes for three days and nights, so exhausted I nearly had to use divine arts to keep myself alive!
And the result?
You two shameless lovebirds spent three days indulging in the harem, and now you come out looking refreshed and radiant…
Then use a topic from three days ago to silence me?!
A magma of fatigue, suffocation, and burning rage boiled in Allison Visseran’s chest, almost bursting from her throat to incinerate these dazzling lovebirds before her.
But, in the end, she was Allison: Visseran.
Prime Minister of the kingdom.
The Red Cardinal who protected humanity.
The aging lady slowly closed her long phoenix eyes, her chest heaving so violently it was visible to the naked eye.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
When she opened her eyes again, behind her gold-rimmed monocle, all anger, frustration, and exhaustion had vanished without a trace.
Only calm and reason remained.
Compared to the fate of the entire kingdom, what did her personal feelings from being slighted matter?
“Since the Crown Princess’s mind… has now stabilized,”
Allison Visseran kept a stern face, deliberately stressing the word “now,” her tone utterly flat, revealing no emotion.
“Then, regarding the truth of the Origin of the Witch, it truly is time for the two of you to know.”
She swept her gaze around the empty hall, confirmed there were no spies, then stepped forward and, in a near-whisper, dropped a thunderbolt powerful enough to shatter all common sense.
“It is said on the continent that Witches are cursed weapons created by the Demon Race to throw the world into chaos.”
“This isn’t wrong, but it’s only half the truth.”
“Because the so-called Witch!”
She paused, as if searching for the right words.
“In their original form, were beings cultivated during ancient times on the Erashia Continent by an alliance of all races—humans, elves, dwarves, beastkin—all intelligent life, who poured every resource and hope of their civilization into them…”
“Specifically to fight a single enemy…”
“The ultimate weapon for the final battle.”
“And that enemy—was the Blood Empress.”
Buzz——!
Astreia’s emerald star-like eyes shrank, her face filled with disbelief.
What kind of foe would require the combined might of an entire continent’s civilizations?
Wendy beside her was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place!
Blood Empress?!
Impossible!
Wendy’s mind erupted in chaos!
In the game setting of Witch’s Conquest, the Blood Empress was the final boss of the 2.0 expansion “Eternal Night Concerto”!
She ruled over the Eternal Night Continent across the Endless Sea, the absolute sovereign!
Between this and the 1.0 version’s central conflict of “Witch versus Humanity,” an entire major arc separated them!
The difference in skills and equipment was like someone asking you to send Xing Daorong to beat Lü Bu at Hulao Gate in a Three Kingdoms game—absurd! Ridiculous!
Wait!
A terrifying thought exploded in his mind, sending chills up his spine!
Could his future enemy really be her?
He almost blurted out, his voice quivering with an unnoticed tremor.
“Prime Minister! As far as I know, isn’t the territory of the Blood Race beyond the Erashia Continent, on the far side of the Endless Sea?”
“Why would the ancient alliance cross the entire ocean to provoke such a terrifying Empress?”
Wendy stared hard at Allison, desperate for an explanation that would let the ‘game script’ continue to make sense.
However, upon hearing the question, a complex mix of admiration and pity crossed Allison Visseran’s face.
As if to say, You finally asked the right question.
“Ah…”
She let out a long sigh, heavy with a thousand years of sorrow.
“It seems Prince Wendy truly did learn many secrets from the ancient texts of the Cavalier Royal Family.”
“But what you know is only a fragment of history.”
The Prime Minister raised her hand, golden light flowing from her fingertip as she traced a vast, irregular map in the air.
“Because, in ancient times… in this world, there was no so-called Endless Sea.”
“What?!”
This revelation struck Wendy like an invisible hammer, plunging his mind into blankness.
But before he could process this world-shattering truth, Allison spoke again, dropping an even more insane and despairing fact.
“Not only that. In that golden age, when demigods had yet to depart and the strong walked the earth…”
“The Erashia Continent beneath our feet, the Abyss Continent where the Demon Race dwelled, and the Eternal Night Continent ruled by the Blood Race…”
“All were once… a single, unified land.”
At these words, Wendy’s breath stopped, his heart seized by an invisible hand, even his blood seemed to freeze.
He stared at Prime Minister Allison, at her pale face in the dim light, at the sorrowful eyes behind her golden monocle reflecting the tragic past of the world.
“It was the Blood Empress… in the final battle with the Seven Heroes, who poured all her power into a forbidden strike that shattered the original Mainland.”
“And so, the three continents we know today came to be…”
“Along with that Endless Sea that can never be crossed.”
Hiss!
Astreia drew in a sharp breath.
Just hearing the tale was enough for her to imagine the world-shattering might involved!
Wendy, in the grip of overwhelming shock, couldn’t hold back.
“And then?”
“What about the Blood Empress? From the way things look now, did the ancient alliance succeed in defeating her?”
“And the Seven Heroes? What became of them?”
So basically like the splitting of Pangea