The Black and White Witch (IV)
Soon afterward, the princess did manage to win the support of the princes and ministers and led the kingdom's army on a crusade against the Black Witch. This was not an easy task, as, for thousands of years, the Black Witch's power had already penetrated every aspect of the kingdom, and many of its members were not related to the Black Witch and were on their side.
Soon afterward, the princess did manage to win the support of the princes and ministers and led the kingdom's army on a crusade against the Black Witch. This was not an easy task, as, for thousands of years, the Black Witch's power had already penetrated every aspect of the kingdom, and many of its members were not related to the Black Witch and were on their side. The war came more fiercely than expected, spreading and spreading, burning through every inch of the kingdom. The kingdom's army was severely damaged, and even the princess herself was assassinated several times. Fortunately, the White Witch was there to help her every time, and she exerted her powerful magic to protect the princess while providing accurate information to the kingdom's army, helping them to win one difficult victory after another. "For the Black Witch clan, you are a terrible traitor." One night, after suffering an assassination wound, the princess snickered to the white witch who was dressing her wound, "It's a good thing you're on my side, buddy." The black witch smiled blandly, though there was a pallor in that smile: "I was just following my heart's guidance." "That's the contract we made." The princess patted her shoulder hard, and her smile was full of the usual confidence and heroism, "I believe that our common dream will soon come true." But this battle has been fought for many years, and although the situation is difficult, it is good to see that there is always progress. The scattered Black Witches could not withstand the precise attacks of the kingdom's army after all and we're losing every day. And as their evil deeds were revealed, gradually there were no more young girls willing to practice the low-level black magic and become victims of the black witches' life-force extraction. Losing the basis of their youthful beauty, the aging Black Witches fell into a panic and began to turn against each other, sacrificing their junior to preserve their youth. This caused the entire black witch community to die out even faster. Finally, one day, after a fierce duel, the kingdom army broke through the last line of defense of the Black Witches and invaded the Black Witch Academy, killing the highest ranking Black Witches in the community. After arranging for the cleanup, the Princess, no, Her Highness, who had inherited the throne, entered the most secret underground hall of the Black Witch Academy alone. The location of the secret passage leading to the underground hall was told to her by the White Witch before the battle, and they agreed to meet here after the victory. The queen stopped when she reached a gray flame hanging in mid-air in the center of the hall and looked ahead at the figure with her back to herself, gripping her sword warily. The other party was in black robes, the style of which the queen recognized as the exclusive of the academy president who had previously searched the entire Black Witch Academy. But when she turned around, the queen saw a familiar face - it was the White Witch's extraordinary beautiful face. "You ......," the queen's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment. "That's right, Your Majesty, my dearest friend." The witch removed the black hood that covered her head, revealing her long snow-white waterfall-like hair, "I am the academy director of the Black Witch Academy." The most beautiful, powerful, and sublime being in the entire black witch community. "You never told me in the past what position you held among the black witches, I just guessed that you must have a low status, but I didn't expect to be the one with the highest status." The queen looked at her meaningfully, "I'm too curious, how exactly did all this happen?" The White Witch laughed bitterly, "That's a long story." "Never mind." The queen walked up to her unhurriedly. "I happen to be quite free now." And so it was that the two of them sat casually on the floor next to the hanging gray flame, as they had done countless times around the campfire, discussing how to win together, and the White Witch told the Queen about her experiences over the past thousand years.
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