Miss Witch, it's time to clean up the entries

Chapter 285 Witch Restart Plan
The night was like a huge black curtain, slowly engulfing the entire Yalong City.

The lights on both sides of the street seemed particularly dim in the darkness, as if they would be swallowed up by the night at any time.

The carriage Ophelia was riding in sped along the quiet street, and the wheels made a dull sound as they rolled over the cobblestones.

Inside the carriage, the attendant stared at his pocket watch with a frown, as if a second's delay would lead to unpredictable changes.

"Why did His Majesty the Emperor summon me so late at night?"

Ophelia asked softly, a hint of unease in her voice.

The waiter shook his head, his eyes still fixed on his pocket watch, his lips tightly pressed together, as if saying one more word would reveal some important secret.

Ophelia turned her head and looked out the car window.

The scenery of the neighborhood was blurry in the night, and occasionally a few dim lights shone through the windows, reflecting her slightly furrowed brow.

Her fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the car window, and she had a vague premonition that this summons must be related to the engagement of Li En and Dorothy.

The carriage slowly drove into the palace, and the tall palace walls looked particularly solemn in the night.

Ophelia was led by her attendants through the long corridor, her footsteps echoing in the empty palace.

Eventually, she was taken to the king's study.

In the study, the flickering candlelight illuminated Augustus's stern face.

He sat behind a large desk, holding a document in his hand, his eyes deep and cold.

His new queen, Emma Burke, stood beside him, her posture erect and her eyes indifferent, like a statue.

Ophelia knelt slightly and saluted the two.

"Your Majesty, good evening. Your Majesty, good evening."

Augustus nodded slightly and handed the document in his hand to her.
"have a look."

Ophelia took the document and felt a hint of coolness the moment her fingertips touched the paper.

Her eyes quickly scanned the contents of the document. As she read more, her expression gradually became solemn, her brows furrowed, and her lips slightly pursed.

"Your Majesty, the witches are loyal to the Empire. Without them, what will happen to the Empire's borders? The Burns Empire is eyeing us covetously, and there are monsters outside the walls. We cannot do without witches."

There was a hint of urgency in her voice, and her fingers were tightly gripping the edge of the document, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Auglas's expression remained indifferent, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Ophelia, the witch was once the empire's trump card and the Frank family's most advantageous weapon. But now that we have lost the Ear of Ignorance, the witch has become a time bomb."

After a pause, he continued,
"The Creed family will soon declare war on the Moriah family and the Hall family. Before that, we cannot let the witch become an obstacle to us."

Ophelia was slightly stunned, with a hint of shock in her eyes.

The Creed family was going to declare war on the Moria family and the Hall family? Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, and she felt a faint sense of unease.

"But the witches did nothing wrong. It's too cruel to let them all die for this possible hidden danger."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her hand holding the document tightened involuntarily, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Auguras's eyes were still cold.
"Ophelia, the witches are just experimental subjects. You shouldn't develop feelings for them. As the director of the Guardian Bureau, you should consider the Empire and the Frank family."

Ophelia lowered her head, her eyes falling on the documents in her hands, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

She controls the switches of all witches' collars. With just a simple press of the button, the witches will lose their lives instantly.

This power once made her feel at ease, but now it is like a heavy shackle that makes her breathless.

"As long as we take back the Mermaid Crystal, we can recreate as many as the witch wants in the future. As for the Burns Empire, it's nothing to be afraid of.

"The Tower Witch's vacancy can be temporarily filled by a six-star knight. As long as we get through this special period and recover the [Ear of Ignorance], we can create a new witch."

Auguras' voice was calm and cold. He had already made his decision and was just conveying an order.

"If you really can't bear it, Queen Emma can be in charge of witch affairs from now on."

He added, glancing at Emma beside him.

Ophelia's fingers trembled slightly, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She knew she had no choice.

Fortunately, she no longer needs to choose.

She was just angry for the witches.

"No, I am the daughter of the Frank family and the director of the Guardian Bureau. I know my responsibilities and I will carry out the orders of His Majesty the Emperor."

Her voice was low and firm.

"The witch's restart plan cannot be known to anyone. Don't cause panic, and do it quickly."

There was a hint of unquestionable command in Auglas' voice.

"I understand, Your Majesty." Ophelia responded in a low voice.

"Ophelia, please leave." Augustus waved his hand, signaling her to leave.

"Yes." Ophelia bowed slightly and turned to leave.

Emma looked at Ophelia's departing back, a complicated look flashing in her eyes.

She turned her head, looked at Auglas, and asked calmly, "Is she trustworthy?"

"She is my sister."

"Mary is your sister too."

There was a hint of tentativeness in Emma's tone.

Auguras frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
"Ophelia is different from Mary."

"What's the difference?" Emma asked, her eyes fixed on Augustus.

"Mary used to follow my father on his campaigns. Although my father always used her as a whetstone, he also trained her and provided her with resources. Furthermore, with Randall's constant support behind the scenes, she was able to thrive and become the overlord of the South.

"Ophelia is different. Her parents died in the war, and she had no one in her family to support her. She relied on herself step by step to rise to the position of Director of the Guardian Bureau. She knows how hard it is to get her current position, so she won't give it up."

"Anyone could betray the family, but she wouldn't."

There was a hint of certainty in Auglas' voice, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

Emma didn't say anything else, just looked at Augustus quietly.

Ophelia took a carriage, left the bustling palace, and returned to the Guardian Bureau's office.

This office is not only where she works, but also where she rests.

The room was simply furnished, with an old pendulum clock hanging on the wall. The pendulum swung rhythmically, making a slight ticking sound.

Ophelia sat at the table, her eyes fixed on the pendulum clock, watching the seconds tick by. Her fingers drummed unconsciously on the table, her mind racing with thoughts.

She opened the drawer and took out the special button developed by the wise men.

This button was handed to her by the previous director when she just became the director of the Security Bureau.

The button's surface was smooth and cold, as if reminding her of what she was about to do. The essence of the Witch Reboot Plan was to kill all existing witches, recycle the witch crystals in their heads, and create a new batch of witches.

This was a rather cruel plan, and Ophelia once thought that the empire would never carry it out.

"Director, it's so late, why don't you rest?" The voice of the witch captain, Flora, came from outside the door, interrupting her thoughts.

Ophelia raised her head and looked at Fulla, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm.

"Call all witches to the Red Tower."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fulla's eyes. Although she didn't know what the director was going to do, she immediately followed the order and turned away.

A bitter smile appeared on Ophelia's lips.

Perhaps Li En had already guessed that this day would come, so he made himself his slave? Because this way, he would never betray him, and he wouldn't have to give up everything he had now, and he wouldn't have to be in a dilemma.

She had already made her choice when she didn't tell Auglas that the Ear of Ignorance was in her hands.

Ophelia stood up and walked towards the red tower, her high-heeled boots making a rhythmic sound on the floor. Her steps were firm, as if each step was towards the end of her destiny.

She walked into the red tower and looked at all the witches gathered there. Her eyes swept over their faces and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

"Answer me a question."

Her voice echoed in the empty red tower, carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty.

"Are you willing to follow me forever?"

"willing."

The witches answered in unison, their voices echoing throughout the Red Tower.

"Even if I betray the Empire and become an enemy of the Frank family."

Ophelia asked again.

All the witches were stunned, especially the witch captain, Fulla.

In their dictionary, there is no betrayal, only loyalty.

……

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the roof of Rose Manor, and the silver glow added a touch of tenderness to the quiet night.

Li En and Sophie sat side by side on the roof, the breeze bringing the faint fragrance of flowers from the rose garden in the distance.

The manor was shrouded in darkness, with only a few dim lights shining through the windows, illuminating the blurry figures of the two people.

After Catherine left, Li En brought Sophie here.

At this moment, Alexburg was filled with the noise of celebrating his engagement with Dorothy, and the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses seemed to still echo in his ears.

Li En knew that such an environment was too noisy and even a little harsh for Sophie.

Although Diane liked Sophie very much, she was lively by nature. When she saw Dorothy becoming her sister-in-law, she did not hesitate to pester Dorothy.

Alexander and Diane formed a like-minded "foodie duo" and immersed themselves in the joy of food all day long.

After returning from the Blue Dragon Court, Li En has been busy dealing with various affairs and has almost no time to spend with Sophie, which makes him feel deeply guilty.

Although the news of the engagement was kept low-key, it had already spread throughout the country, and Sophie naturally knew about it.

However, she never mentioned this matter in front of Li En, and her face remained calm, as if she had buried all her emotions deep in her heart.

"Sophie, are you blaming me?"

Lee En asked tentatively, a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

Sophie shook her head, her silver hair gleaming slightly in the moonlight, her eyes remained calm, like a bottomless lake.

"Dorothy saved me before, and I promised to marry her."

Li En spoke slowly, his voice low and gentle, as if explaining, as if seeking understanding.

Sophie raised her head and looked at Li En with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"what do you want to say?"

Li En took a deep breath and looked at Sophie firmly.

"I just want to tell you that neither Catherine nor Dorothy can replace your place in my heart."

As he spoke, he gently took Sophie's hand.

Sophie's fingers trembled slightly, as if she wanted to pull back, but Li En held them tighter.

Her fingertips were cold, as if she was resisting, but unable to break free.

Li En held her gently in his arms, his voice gentle and low,
"My marriage to them is just a political one. They like the powerful Li En Moriah, the heir of the Creed family who can help them. Only when I am with you, I am the real Li En. Sophie, although it is selfish to say this, please don't leave me, okay?"

Sophie's body stiffened slightly. After a moment, she nodded gently, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible. "Okay, I will always protect you."

A touch of emotion flashed in Li En's eyes. He loosened his hand and gently held Sophie's cheek. Under the moonlight, her face was beautiful and cold, as if she was not of this world.

A breeze blew past, ruffling her silver hair, and Li En couldn't help but reach out to tidy it up for her.

"Marry me, okay?" Li En's voice was filled with expectation, and he looked at her with burning eyes.

Sophie shook her head, her voice calm and firm, "Not good."

Li En's hands stiffened slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, "Why?"

Sophie raised her head, her eyes clear and firm, "You already have a fiancée, both of you." She raised two fingers, her tone calm.

Li En was stunned, then gave a wry smile.

He knew Sophie's temper. Although she was willing to stay with him, her pride and self-esteem would not allow her to become his third wife.

Sophie's choice was to continue to be his guardian, silently guarding him every day and protecting his safety.

Under the moonlight, the two figures were stretched out, as if blending into the quiet night.

Sophie's eyes remained calm, but Li En could feel the determination and helplessness deep in her heart.

The breeze blew again, bringing with it the faint scent of flowers from the rose garden.

"Sophie, I always find a way to change your mind."

"Will not."

Sophie was firm this time.

Li En sighed. He found that his journey to pursue his wife was still a long one, especially when he had more wives.

"But I won't give up. You will definitely be my wife in the future."

Li En said affirmatively.

Sophie's cheeks flushed slightly, and she raised her head and looked at the bright moonlight.

Let’s leave the future to the future.

(End of this chapter)