Fourth Prince's Debauchery

The night sky was clear, with a few clouds wandering playfully through it as the dim light of the stars and the moon illuminated the darkness.

A black-haired woman was seated at the edge of one of these clouds, her beautiful long legs hanging from it as she hummed a soft melody.

The cloud continued wandering through the night sky freely, its shape changing as though dancing to the woman's melody. For some strange reason, it seemed as though the cloud was happy of hearing the woman's hum.

In fact, even the wind blowing in the sky, the trees on the ground, and the nocturnal animals wandering through the forest and plains seemed happy to listen to the woman's song. It was as though the woman's song had the power to move the whole world.

The woman continued singing, calmly and sweetly, her gaze occasionally moving towards the ground, to the mansion at the center of Narita City, where her beloved was sleeping.

But abruptly, her song stopped.

Then, she spoke up to the air.

"You are finally here."

As soon as her words sounded, the space behind her distorted, revealing a beautiful woman sporting an ice-cold gaze.

Emerald-green eyes, long black hair, pointy ears, and a multicolored jewel at the center of her forehead. She was an elf so beautiful that even the starry sky paled in comparison.

But despite her beauty, her gaze colder than the coldest ice made her look so intimidating that the world itself seemed scared of her.

"… Witch." The woman opened her mouth, her eyes showing undisguised killing intent. "So it was you, huh. I should have expected it."

"Why are you so angry?." The Witch chuckled. "I just wanted to make a friendly gesture, so I left some clues behind."

The elf's eyes narrowed.

Although she hated to admit it, The witch was right.

She had just thrown a bait, a bait that the elf could not resist.

Unfortunately for the witch, it failed to win the elf's goodwill.

"The way you do things disgust me. Plus, there are a lot of things and people that I hate, and [Seers] and pretty high in that list. I wish I could kill every one of these ungrateful bastards."

The witch could only smile wryly after hearing these words.

"… It looks like you suffered a lot at hands of one of my kind. Was it an Immortal?"

"An Irregular. And just seeing you reminds me of her."

"Is she alive?"

"… I killed her with my own hands. But I made sure of torturing her soul for one hundred years before that."

"You sure hated her, huh." The witch did not know how to react to these words.

Even so, her smile did not disappear from her face.

After all, she knew that the elf behind her was not going to kill her.

In the first place, she could not. Nobody could kill her but herself.

And even if the elf could kill her, she would not.

Because the witch had something that the elf wanted.

A clue to bring her beloved back.

And to get that, the elf, known as [Queen of Timeless Distortion], would do anything.

"What do you want?" [Queen] asked.

"You know what I want." The witch chuckled. "I have only a wish, [Queen]."

"So you want my help, huh? Do you expect me to help you to fight him?"

"Fight him? Of course not. You just need to help him so his enemy doesn't escape. I will give you the clue I have after that."

[Queen] was startled. Do I need to help him?

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the back of the witch with a sharp glare.

"So your plan to use me to affect him, huh. As expected, I don't like seers. I loathe the way your kind works."

"Is it so?" The witch smiled playfully. "Well, I'm used to it."

"… Definitively, I hate you." The [Queen of Timeless Distortion] glared at the smiling witch with a cold gaze. Then, she turned around, time and space distorting around her to bring her away.

Before leaving, though, she left behind some words.

"… But despite that, I hope you succeed. After all, it's not easy for people like us. Those who suffer through eternity with the hope of achieving it what we desire."

After these words, the elf disappeared and the night sky regained its tranquility.

Seated on the cloud, the witch smiled softly, her black eyes fixed in the place where her beloved was sleeping.

"Thank you. Don't worry, I will succeed… Fate has decreed so."

Tomorrow was going to be the day. The day where her dream would be achieved or shattered.

Finally, after thousands and thousands of years, their ill-fated relationship would reach its ending.

Finally, after thousands and thousands of years, she was going to succeed.

Her name was Ysnay, the Witch of Unending Fates.

And nobody, not even her beloved himself, could stop her from achieving happiness.