“Liao, it’s time to eat.”
A timid Fire Mage junior sister came to the front of the prison, placing the food tray with one hand in front of the cell, then quickly ran off, unwilling to linger there for even half a moment.
Bemore lay on the ground like a fuzzy ball, resembling an inert cocoon, crawling to the iron bars to take a few bites of food and sip some water.
It was only the first day, and yet she had already been worn down to such a state.
Who knew what she would look like after being confined here for a whole month?
But the people from the Flame School hadn’t treated her badly. It was more that her own heart was torturing her.
She had completely lost all hope to live on.
People like her might as well just rot away in a place like this.
“You complete the mission, and we’ll promote you to Secretary of the school.”
“Your future is limitless.”
“Don’t worry, you belong to me. I will definitely protect you.”
“You’re our Flame School’s Supernova.”
But every time she thought about just giving up and dying, her mind would flash back to that day when the Hong Lion and Orange Lion sent her on a mission as a spy.
Those harsh promises ignited the spark of motivation to keep living inside her again.
“Unforgivable…”
They were the true culprits who had caused her downfall.
Maybe she wasn’t a good person, but even among bad eggs, there were worse ones.
Still, she probably wouldn’t be able to leave here alive. That wicked woman clearly intended to kill her inside.
The Orange Lion would never let her go; she knew Bemore would come looking for her to settle scores.
Even if Bemore was too cowardly to seek revenge, the Orange Lion wouldn’t let that possibility go.
As long as there was a chance Bemore could harm her, as long as she knew her secret, she would be killed.
Bemore was starting to understand the truth of holding the position of Council President — being able to foresee one’s own end.
In this pitch-black Black Wisdom Dungeon, where she couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face, she didn’t even know the passage of time.
How long had it been? She felt like she’d been trapped here for days, unable to sleep or eat enough, freezing and starving, feeling miserable, unable to concentrate on meditation.
Not being able to meditate was the worst torture for a Magic User.
A day without meditation felt like ants crawling all over her body.
That feeling was worse than death.
Bemore could only curl up in a corner, giving up on thinking, quietly waiting for death.
But for some reason, her hair kept growing, slowly wrapping around her body.
Even strands of Fire Element flowed along those pale white hairs, warming her body. What on earth was going on?
How much time had passed? She didn’t know.
“Idiot!”
“Traitorous spy!”
“Bastard! You don’t deserve to be born!”
Every time Bemore closed her eyes, she saw the Heretical Magicians glaring at her, ready to devour her alive.
Because of her, everyone had lost their homes, because she had betrayed them all.
She suddenly woke with a start, chilled all over, but immediately sensed something was wrong.
Two of those four magicians had tiny throats—White Calf Spider and Mu Shui Worm—how could they be cursing her like that?
“Heh,” Bemore bitterly smiled, mocking herself.
Her heart ached because she understood the Heretical Magicians all too well.
She had actually betrayed her closest comrades for the sake of the Hong Lion and Orange Lion—the two biggest traitors in the world.
She was truly the third biggest traitor.
And then there was the detestable Samimi, for whom she even felt apologetic.
A few months ago, she would have sworn she’d never feel guilty toward the Mu Shui Worm.
In her mind, she saw Samimi’s disappointed back, unable to speak a word after being betrayed, not even bothering to curse her harshly.
To Samimi, Bemore was no longer human but a beast.
Thinking of this, Bemore’s inner pain intensified, her wounds worsening. She lost her appetite again. If this time she starved to death, so be it.
But just as she was thinking this…
A “crack” sound came from outside the iron bars.
Her food tray was suddenly smashed underfoot.
“Haha! Look at her pathetic state!”
“Like a dog! Always licking the Council President’s boots!”
“Thinking you’re something special, huh? Don’t mess with us!”
Several senior Fire Mages appeared in the underground prison, standing behind the bars, mocking Bemore with all sorts of vile words.
Bemore slowly propped herself up, then lay back down in the darkness, coldly staring at them, studying their faces.
One by one, they were all familiar faces—those senior sisters who loved to boss her around, ordering her to do this and that, treating her like a servant.
They nagged by her ear every day like flies buzzing annoyingly.
As soon as the Council President promoted her, they immediately shut up and disappeared.
But now that she had fallen from grace, they were the first to come and mock her.
Their presence only made Bemore miss everyone at the Moon of Darkness Hall even more, and made her own image and actions feel more and more clownish, increasingly unable to forgive herself.
However, the annoying senior sisters were unnerved by Bemore’s icy glare.
The girl hiding in the dark was becoming more and more like the legendary Witch—an incomprehensible, evil existence.
“Just rot here and eat dust!”
The Witch’s gaze scared the senior sisters, who finally spat out a few random curses before quickly retreating from the underground prison.
“You’re just going to leave these bugs here?”
Suddenly! A sharp voice came from the opposite cell, and just from the tone, it was clear the speaker was very powerful.
Bemore was extremely surprised, looking toward the other cell, and saw a mysterious woman standing there, shrouded in tattered clothes.
“Is that you? How did you get in here?” Bemore quickly recognized her.
“There’s no place here I can’t enter,” the mysterious woman replied.
Bemore had no intention of continuing the conversation.
After scaring off the disgusting Fire Mage seniors, she curled back into a ball.
“Useless idiot! If it were me, I’d have smashed the faces of those incompetent fools a long time ago,” the mysterious woman scolded angrily, full of frustration.
“What does that have to do with you?” Bemore asked, “Are we that close?”
“I told you, we’re very alike, but your cowardly personality makes me want to vomit. I despise people like you the most. If I didn’t come to scold you, I’d feel uncomfortable,” the mysterious woman cursed.
“I don’t know you,” Bemore remained silent like a turtle.
“You have talents no less than mine, and yet you’d rather be an ostrich hiding your head in the sand here?” the mysterious woman shouted.
“Screw your noble family magic users! Shut your foul mouth. What do you even know?” Bemore finally snapped back.
“You dare talk back to me, but you don’t dare to those trash? You’re a Witch—what are you afraid of? Witches shouldn’t be afraid, but should make everyone afraid of them.”
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