Chapter 440: Backstab

Crack! Crack!

A muffled sound echoed on the hill.

The person who was called 'Snow White' and looked like 'Snow White' was enveloped in a thick crystal wall while maintaining an attacking posture.

It looked as if she had been frozen solid, completely unable to break free.

But even so, Cinderella wasn't faring much better.

[Crystal Shoe], a control magic she had developed herself.

Its primary function was to imprison opponents, rendering them unable to move, but that was all.

The reason this skill was called Crystal Shoe was because it was extremely fragile, just like crystal.

With just a little external interference, the controlled person could regain their freedom.

Normally, after she controlled someone, Snow White would step forward and deliver a fatal blow to the opponent, but Snow White wasn't here now.

No... after all, the reason this guy dared to disguise himself as Snow White was also very suspicious. Did something happen to Snow White?

Thinking of this, Cinderella was so angry that her hands trembled.

Although she didn't get along with Snow White and they would argue whenever they met, that was only at the level of frenemies.

Now that Snow White might be in danger, how could she not be angry and worried?

Thus...

Cinderella drew the dagger at her waist, preparing to go up and stab this imposter controlled by the Crystal Shoe a few times to weaken the opponent.

This was something Snow White was originally supposed to do, but now Cinderella had to do it herself.

Most importantly, she really wanted to know what had happened to Snow White right now, and if she had encountered danger or something.

However, before Cinderella's dagger could even touch the crystal, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

Ugh...!

Cinderella looked down, only to find a knife sticking out of her abdomen.

Turning her head with difficulty, she then realized it was actually one of the people from the group that had surrounded her earlier.

And the other people's faces seemed to reveal an inexplicable excitement and somewhat twisted smiles.

In the next second, these people threw away what they were holding, bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and swarmed forward, tackling Cinderella to the ground.

"Ah~~~~!!!"

In the end, Cinderella was submerged in the crowd.

A mournful scream echoed on this small hill.

Flap, flap, flap—

The grey pigeon that had been resting on a tree on the small hill flew up after Cinderella's screams gradually vanished, rapidly flapping its wings as it disappeared into the azure sky.

And at the same time.

In a place in the opposite direction from the hill, a witch wearing a white robe was stumbling through the forest, carrying her rapier.

Her body was covered in spots of bloodstains, aside from the scratches, grass, and moss from running.

This person was none other than the Snow White that Cinderella had been bitterly waiting for.

Originally, she was supposed to meet Cinderella today.

But halfway there, she was ambushed by a group of people.

If her snowman familiar hadn't blocked the fatal blow for her, she might have already died by now.

Among these people, some were ones who had run dungeons with her before, while others were ones she had never seen. She had no idea why they wanted to ambush her.

But there was no need to be clear about it now.

Escaping, and then telling Cinderella to make her wary of everyone, was what she needed to do right now.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Catch her!"

"Don't let that witch escape!"

"Kill these damn witches!"

Behind her, the people who had originally ambushed her were still in hot pursuit.

They roared, the words from their mouths chilling to the bone.

Why was this happening?

Clearly, many of them were people who had run dungeons with her and received her care.

But now they were turning their blades against her?

The ironic part was that most of the weapons in their hands were obtained when they followed her into dungeons.

She couldn't figure it out, she truly couldn't figure out what this group of people was doing this for.

From daytime to nighttime, she fled until Snow White ran to the edge of a lake and truly couldn't run anymore. Only then did she stop and gasp heavily for air.

"Snow White, you can't escape."

Behind her, the people chasing Snow White were gasping heavily just like her, looking even more disheveled than Snow White.

It couldn't be helped.

Compared to Snow White, a witch, these unevolved transmigrators inherently had no numerical advantage.

Being able to keep up with her pace was entirely due to the magical items on them forcefully boosting them.

From a certain perspective, Snow White and Cinderella had indeed lifted a rock only to drop it on their own feet.

If not for their kindness and persistence, they wouldn't have ended up in this state.

Snow White knew this, but now was not the time to think about such things.

If her route back to the Sanctuary hadn't been cut off, she might have already returned to the Sanctuary long ago.

If she hadn't been heavily injured and relied on the inferior version of the Healing Potion made by Cinderella to sustain her life, she fundamentally wouldn't have been able to run this far.

And now, the potions in her hand were almost used up, which was why she ran to this lake.

"Why are you guys doing this?"

After catching her breath a little, Snow White asked the question she wanted to know the most.

"Why? You actually ask why? Besides the fact that you're a witch, what else do you think it could be?"

The ringleader of the pursuers looked at Snow White as if he were looking at an idiot.

No... in his view, these two witches living in their region were indeed idiots.

"A witch? What does me being a witch have to do with you guys being ungrateful?"

Snow White completely couldn't understand what the other party's reason meant.

"Ungrateful? You can't be talking about the fact that you two witches took us to run dungeons. No way! No way!"

The ringleader, whom Snow White called 'ungrateful', stretched his neck out and retorted to Snow White in a very exaggerated tone.

"Is it not? You were the ones begging us to help you run dungeons back then, and now you're actually backstabbing us?"

Snow White questioned this ringleader through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha, begging! Look! This damn witch is still acting high and mighty, making it sound like charity."

"These magical items were originally what we deserved."

"We participated in the dungeon, we fought, and there were even casualties. How did it become you witches helping us run the dungeon?"

"You witches are truly disgusting."

The ringleader complained to Snow White in an extremely contemptuous tone, leaving Snow White speechless.

She had never thought a person could be shameless to this extent.

Because according to the existing, universally accepted dungeon profit-sharing method, she and Cinderella could take over eighty percent of the drops in each dungeon.

But considering they were all people from the same region and could be considered neighbors, and most of these drops weren't needed by them anyway, they didn't take anything other than some materials.