Chapter 3713: Claire and Claire

"Reverse the erosion of the end? Do I have to rely on the power of moonlight?"

Xia De asked, and a mysterious smile appeared on the face of the brown-skinned girl:

"Do you have only the moon?"

That figure gradually became blurred in the red sunset. The wind and sand passed through her body, and the god asked Xia De:

"I only have so much to say. I believe you can understand what I mean. Then, do you still want the power to cover up the twilight color? Or, can this power give some help to the witch who is traveling with you?"

Xia De pressed the gold coin against his left chest:

"Since the cover of the fog cannot disperse the twilight, this method is just a fake salvation. Although the moonlight is holy, the moonlight I possess at this moment cannot disperse the haze of the sunset. Yes, I have understood what you want to tell me. I will use my own way to make the twilight dissipate at the end of the battle of fate.

I don't need the power of fog, please use your power to help the witch beside me, that platinum-haired witch is still confused in her heart."

The god promised:

"Then please continue to watch Mr. Ring's play, this play has not yet ended."

But before Miss Mester disappeared, Xia De asked again:

"Excuse me... everything I have experienced on this island so far, is it really all arranged by Mr. Ring?"

He looked at the god before the sunset, and the brown-skinned girl's smile became even stronger, but that body had already become transparent before the sunset:

"Would you like to watch an opera after knowing all the details of the story?"

The outsider does not like opera.

"No, knowing everything, sitting in the audience seat loses the fun of waiting for the unknown."

"Then, why do you think Mr. Ring, who is also sitting in the audience seat, would like those stories that have already been expected?"

In the light laughter, Miss Mester disappeared into the twilight of the sunset. Xia De held the gold coin in his hand, feeling that he breathed a sigh of relief.

【So unconfident in yourself?】

"The gods of this world are too powerful after all, and that snake said during the War of the Lovers that it was Mr. Ring who arranged that it must fail, but now it seems..."

Xia De looked at the sunset:

"It is less confident than me. We are all worried that fate has been arranged by the Ancient Gods, now I understand, but it probably doesn't understand yet."

【Want to find the witches?】

"She" continued to ask gently. Xia De shook his head, turned and walked out of the twilight world, and then pulled out the Butterfly-Calling Flute, planning to find Grace and Helen to help first:

"Since the god promised to help, I don't need to worry. It's just that I don't know if Claire can seize this opportunity... Speaking of which, the appearance of the God of Fog is definitely not just because of this fog. Last time it was a dream, it could be understood as illusory, but this time it is the real world.

So, which kind person used the power of that Ancient God? Could it be that the believers of the God of Fog also left traces in the snowy mountain?"

On the other side, Megan and Claire were still walking in the thick fog under Ellie's leadership. Ellie walked and stopped, sniffing on the snow from time to time, which made Claire even doubt whether it had also gained the talent of "sensitive sense of smell" from Little Mia.

The perception of the Edwards ladies was far stronger than Claire's. Claire felt that space and time were abnormal, but they could clearly feel that the group was walking above the abyss like walking on a steel wire under Ellie's leadership, and one wrong step could mean never finding a way out.

Claire had not experienced the Battle of Vesta Forest, but Audrey and Megan knew very well how terrifying the out-of-control tree hole was. The calamities of fate, fog, and time were superimposed on each other. The Edwards ladies actually did not have the confidence to deal with the current situation.

After all, even if Ellie performed specially, she was not a real chosen one, and she did not have the talent of time.

"Ang~"

The little unicorn cried softly, turned her head and stared at the two witches with wide eyes, but neither Claire nor Megan could understand what she wanted to express. So Ellie stepped on the spot anxiously, and then under the wrapping of pure white light, the barefoot girl wearing a white robe with light silver-gray eyes appeared again.

"Fly up, the way out is above."

Compared to the tall witches, the petite figure looked very young. Claire and Megan looked at each other and flew up with the girl.

That figure, who seemed to have walked out of a fairy tale, was faintly glowing in the fog. Megan had many questions she wanted to ask her, but she turned into a unicorn again while flying, so Megan had to put the questions aside for the time being.

Afterward, they landed on the snowy slope at a high place, and then continued to walk in the fog under Ellie's leadership. No figure appeared around them. The wind rolled snow and sand and gravel in the fog, and the surrounding scenery seemed to have not changed for a long, long time after that.

Claire was tense at first, then thought about the profound question of "whether a humanoid unicorn can have a sorcerer level", and finally fell into deep exhaustion.

She didn't notice that a certain card in her pocket was glowing. It was only after an unclear sound of bells that she suddenly noticed that something seemed to be buried under the snow beside her feet.

She rubbed the snow with her boots. When the snow was cleared, her own face was revealed, and it was the face of a dead person with eyes closed and a pale face. Like a rose that had withered, like exquisite porcelain that had been knocked with cracks, anyone who saw this face would not be able to help but shed tears.

But Claire suddenly wanted to laugh. This method was too low-level, and only an immature girl would be frightened. She didn't want to care about the corpse at her feet, but she still subconsciously squatted down and brushed away more snow, revealing the entire corpse buried in the snow.

Now Claire couldn't laugh, because although the corpse in front of her had lost its temperature, no matter how she looked at it, it was her own corpse.

She could clearly perceive that she was still alive, but when she hugged the corpse, for a few short seconds, the vision in front of her was no longer looking down at the corpse and the snow, but being hugged and looking at herself with astonishment and the sky shrouded in fog.

"Is this me?"

She asked in her heart to another self, but this time even "another me" could not give a definite answer. She did not carefully check whether certain features on the corpse belonged to her, but went to check the specific cause of death of the corpse.

This was not easy, because there were no obvious wounds on the corpse, nor were there any traces left by poison or curses. Claire Reinhardt was not good at autopsy, especially when facing her own corpse, it was difficult for her to remain calm.

"Could it be an instant death curse? But with the protection of the council's power, the probability of an instant death curse taking effect on me is less than one in one hundred thousand."

The more she checked, the more confused she became. After holding the corpse for a while, she pulled it completely out of the snow. No matter how "she" died, the corpse should absolutely not be left here to be buried by the wind and snow.

So Claire carried her own corpse on her back, and then walked forward with heavy steps against the increasingly strong wind and snow.

The fog had dispersed at some point. Claire didn't think about where she was going, just knowing that she couldn't leave "her" in the snowy mountain, because there were many people waiting for "her" to return.

She had accepted the death of "herself", but when carrying the corpse, she was puzzled why she had no companions, and why the companions did not take her corpse back.

"Is this corpse so unpopular?"

At this moment, she did not confuse herself with the corpse on her back. When walking toward the high place of the snowy mountain against the wind and snow, she still couldn't help but ask:

"How exactly did you die?"

"Killed by Mr. Snake. Mr. Snake held the 【Death】 curved arc and used 【Predestined Death】. Even if I am a witch, I cannot resist such power."

The corpse with its head drooping on her shoulder answered. Claire couldn't help but click her tongue. She really couldn't resist this kind of power. Among the many Great Witches, only Flora, the Great Witch of Death, the 13th-tier Speaker, Vanessa, and the Great Witch of Creation could block 【Predestined Death】.

"But I don't understand, why did Mr. Snake personally take action against you? Although it's a bit self-deprecating to say so, I'm just a secondary supporting role after all, and I probably don't even have the chance to see Mr. Snake alone."

After knowing the cause of death, Claire wanted to know more. She walked step by step in the snow, and the corpse continued to talk in her ear:

"Because of many things before, the situation of the Great Witches of the Witch Council is not very good. As for that very powerful friend, that is a friend I met here after returning home after receiving a letter from my grandfather. She is very powerful. If she were here, I wouldn't have died in the snowy mountain, but she left the island temporarily to deal with other things."

The tone of the corpse, which had been speaking calmly, rarely showed fluctuations:

"She probably already heard the news and is rushing back from outside the island. I don't have the heart to see her sadness when she finds this corpse. She is a lonely girl. At least I have Stella, grandfather, and my clan beside me, and my companions in the council... the council doesn't count. But she has nothing beside her. Although she said she has a cat that is not very close, I don't believe it."

Claire didn't know what to say for a while. She wanted to ask who her "lonely friend" was. From the pronoun, it was definitely not Xia De; she wanted to know what other powers Mr. Snake had, but it sounded like her encounter was different from her own.