Reject me, you damn woman.

"I just hope you won't cry when the time comes, Your Excellency the Priest."

The white mask has a deep meaning.

The Iron Masked Nun... no, the angel, did not continue to respond to the taunt.

The wings fluttered, the air swirled, and the nun's feet left the ground. Infinite light and infinite heat of holy power condensed on the battle flag that had completely turned into a gun.

He said, “Here I come.”

Then the Holy Judgment came!

The holy spear pierced through the void and, with a roar like divine wrath, stabbed into the chest of the white-masked man.

"Eh?"

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

...........

At the same time, in the present world, the musical finally reached the climax of the night.

The prince who became the emperor encountered a powerful enemy. The enemy was powerful enough to change the fate of the country. Their condition was that the royal family handed over their secret fire that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Even though the times were different and the country was flourishing, the emperor and his ministers were still worried and in agony over whether they could successfully defeat the enemy.

Is there really no way to have the best of both worlds without handing over the secret firearms and without causing the country to fall?

So, at this time, the witch who had become the princess appeared.

She is still so beautiful, even though she is no longer young and has become a wife, she is still so eye-catching.

She embraced her distressed lover and kissed his forehead. The smile on her lips and the words she said were the same as when they first met:

"Then I will grant your wish."

The most outstanding and wise king, driven by the power of love, believed in his lover.

It was out of trust in his wife who had brought him miracles countless times, and also out of love that was loyal to everyone.

This was originally a very dreamy scene, but the music was very inconsistent with the gloomy and sad scene.

The whole place was silent as the audience watched quietly. This story, which was destined to be tragic, finally reached its climax after the fairy-tale-like foreshadowing in the early stages.

Historia said softly:

"The king believed in himself and her, and handed the royal family's secret fire to his beloved."

Elena was puzzled. Isn't this a very beautiful and classic plot? The hero and heroine defeated evil with the power of love.

But then, she realized how wrong she was.

Because that is not just a story, but an ugly reality that once happened.

Love cannot bring miracles or defeat enemies.

Then, the witch came.

Didn't even wait until dawn.

The witch escaped from the palace with the secret treasure.

The method she was talking about was to offer the secret fire to the king's enemies.

The betrayed king went mad with rage. He couldn't believe that the person he trusted the most had betrayed him.

Only blood can wash away even one ten-thousandth of this pain.

He tore up the loving portrait of the witch and himself, branded her name as the Witch of Fire Theft, and ordered everyone to hunt down this criminal, regardless of life or death.

Finally, on a grassy hill, the king caught up with the fleeing witch and angrily questioned her reason for betrayal, but all he got was an attack from the scarlet flame that once surrounded and protected him and was as powerful as the secret fire.

After a fierce battle from late night to dawn, the betrayed king finally found a flaw. He picked up the lance of the fallen knight and roared towards the witch who was also at the end of her strength, wanting to pierce the heart of the person he swore to protect.

The organ vibrates and plays mournful music.

This tragic scene has come to an end, and Elena is as immersed in it as the rest of the audience.

But there was an obvious hint of doubt in the girl's eyes.

Although the girl's background was not good, she had watched opera several times in college thanks to Lin En, a rich man.

In a stage play, no matter how good a character may have been in the past, in order to increase the impact, when she falls, she will become ugly and hideous.

When she died, the music would not be so heavy as a sigh, but should be more cheerful and powerful like a drumbeat.

However, on the stage, the witch who opened her eyes after a fierce battle and was about to be killed by the heroic king was not ugly at all. Instead, she was extremely holy. She even looked like the girl on the day they first met. She was wearing a pure white dress, the hem of her skirt spread on the green grass, blooming like a flower.

As if seeing Elena's confusion, Historia explained:

"Maybe it's because there's a saying that the empire was able to survive the crisis thanks to the witch's betrayal, right?"

"Thank you for the betrayal?"

"Well, because of the witch's betrayal, the emperor's spear pierced the witch's heart. The scarlet flame in her heart blood was tainted with the royal family's secret fire, which actually produced a more powerful qualitative change. The emperor, who obtained a more powerful flame, defeated the enemy that was originally absolutely impossible to defeat."

"See, thanks to the betrayal of that damn witch,"

Historia pointed at the stage and gave a forced smile.

"This is how we can overcome this dilemma without causing any harm to the country or handing over the secret firearms."

Elena couldn't laugh in response.

She just thought, how could this happen?

How could that witch, that girl who was as bright as light and as passionate as fire, become a betrayer silently and for no reason in the end?

If it were Elena, she would also be more inclined to believe that the witch had her own reasons.

But was the emperor wrong?

Everyone could understand the king's anger.

Whether declaring the witch a traitor or labeling her a criminal, only when one is betrayed by one's true love can one let out such a wild beast-like wail.

Elena felt her heart shrinking and she felt a little depressed. She just felt that it shouldn't be like this.

But the ending of the story can never be changed by personal will.

The enraged emperor roared, staggered, raised the spear of his fallen companion, and stabbed it into the witch's heart.

Next, in a pool of blood, the emperor defeated the witch, retrieved the secret fire and the scarlet flame, and will obtain the sublimated fire, and then bid farewell as a hero.

But some of the more sensitive viewers have closed their eyes and are unwilling to watch this scene.

The king's final blow was slow, and the witch's death was peaceful.

It seemed as if a torrent of time was rushing past the two of them.

The tragedy leaves such a deep impression on people only because the original encounter was so beautiful.

Historia gripped the handrails tightly and stared at the scene on the stage.

This was the eighth time she was going to see this scene.

His own father killed his own mother in a heroic manner.

A king never jokes, and a king never makes mistakes.

What's more, he is the savior of this country.

From now on, the reputation of the witch who betrayed her country and stole fire will resound throughout thousands of households.

She had also thought, if the story really happened again, would the ending be different?

How great it would be if there really was a third sober person standing in the center of the story, who could domineeringly stop the two people who were at the end of their strength and propose a better solution.

If there was one, that person would be...her hero!

Somehow, the image of a very annoying person suddenly flashed through my mind.

Then she shook her head.

Even if it was that guy, how could he change the outcome that was already decided?

What's more, she wasn't even willing to accept her invitation.

These are just unrealistic fantasies of the insignificant, unemotional little princess of later generations, who misses her parents.

Eh?

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

...........

In the film world, the holy angel whose emotions are supposed to be as cold as ice has his hand trembling slightly as he holds the battle flag.

The piercing feeling is very solid.

The feeling of having flesh pierced is completely different from the feeling of piercing the void.

The White Mask really didn't use the Invisibility to dodge, and the Iron Mask Sister stabbed her.

But at this moment, she was no longer in the mood to consider the details of winning or losing.

She felt that she must have heard it wrongly:

"What did you just say?"

The angel...or the nun asked in a trembling voice.

"Congratulations... Sister Celitia, you won."

Behind the white vortex mask, that gentle, extremely familiar voice sounded again, repeating what was said just before being pierced.

Then, he slowly reached out his hand and took off the nun's holy iron mask, revealing the nun's beautiful, yet terrified face with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Lin...Lin, is that you?"

Celitia's voice trembled.

She couldn't believe that the person behind the annoying white mask was actually her most trusted and beloved brother.

What a betrayal this is?

But she couldn't believe that she had pierced her chest with her own hands and took his life with her own hands!

This stab after being transformed into an angel is called "forgiveness".

Because the God of Mercy will forgive all dying souls!

Anyone stabbed by the Spear of Forgiveness will have his entire life force destroyed by the power of the God of Mercy. As Celitia said before, if someone is stabbed by this spear, he will surely die.

So...she killed White Mask herself...No, she killed Lin En herself.

She killed Lynn herself.

She killed Lynn herself!

Celitia stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to remove the white mask that separated them from each other.

The outstretched hand was suddenly grasped, and the white mask coughed lightly, and almost whispered in a weak voice:

"Sister Celitia, I don't want to die......"

"I won't let you die, I won't let you die, I won't let you die! Sister will save you!"

Tears welled up in Celitia's eyes. She shouted with all her might, trembling as she extracted the remaining holy power, wanting to inject it into Lynn's body to delay the process of the Spear of Forgiveness destroying Lynn.

However, the originally weak voice suddenly became playful.

"So, see you next time."

As he spoke, he proudly shook the iron mask in his hand that was originally on Celitia's face:

"This time, I won."

The feeling of nothingness suddenly came again, and the white mask that was pierced by the holy spear like a string of candied haws suddenly disappeared from the stage, leaving Celitia who had not yet reacted, with a confused look on her face.

"what?!!!"

After reacting, a roar like that of a wounded female beast resounded throughout the shadow world:

"I will definitely kill you, White Mask!!!"