Shoujo Hater-Chapter 70 - 65: The Awakening of the Snow Witch
“Is that all you’ve got?” the prince muttered.
“I thought I was waiting for something more entertaining.”
“Can’t you transform into that famous Supra Saian Form? I already prepared everything you need. I made you train. I killed your master and rage baited you. What more do you need? Why can’t you transform like that MC from that comic?”
“Ahhhhhh!”
“I got it.” He hit the skull of his controlled body as he realized it.
“Of course you are not a monkey. You are just a dragon. I think I got scammed. Why the fuck does the title have dragon in it when the MC is a monkey?”
“Is that why your master sacrificed herself?”
“For just a piece of trash who cries because some kid is bullying him?”
“Is that what they call the legendary dragon?”
“Even my pet can generate more damage than you.”
The controlled monster struck Escanor, snapping him out of the illusion.
He stepped on Escanor and spoke in a cold voice.
“Do you need a mommy? Of course you do.”
“Because she’s dead and doesn’t even have a proper grave.”
The prince stopped talking and kicked him away, slamming Escanor into the ground.
Escanor’s new arm vanished. His dragon armor shattered. All his power was lost.
Tears flowed as he bled.
He pressed his hand into the ground, trying to stand.
“I am going to kill you, bastard, even if I have to start from zero again.”
At that moment, Escanor’s orange flames darkened.
He used his wings to fly high.
His mind became completely free.
His pressure immobilized the controlled monster.
He raised his only hand and made a circular gesture.
But it did not last long.
The prince raised his finger.
Through failure and countless falls, there was a man who stood at the edge.
He placed everything before him for one goal.
Revenge.
With only one strength.
If I lose my wings, I will keep walking.
If I lose my legs, I will keep crawling.
If I lose my arms, I will keep hanging on.
If I lose everything, I will keep standing.
No fate. No power. No talent.
Nothing will stop me.
I will go far beyond.
Iskania, the Star of Justice.
Open your domain.
Soul Mirror.
The burning Iskania Domain erased him.
A massive expansion erupted, filled with magma that burned everything together, surrounding the prince as a colossal blast shot out from a gigantic magic circle above him.
Boom.
A massive explosion erased everything.
Escanor’s body, core, and everything around him were gone.
He fell to the ground, bleeding. His breathing stopped.
He was dead.
He sacrificed everything to defeat that monster.
He lost his blessing and his life core.
Or so we thought.
Because he failed to kill him.
A shadow was still standing, with only one arm, one leg, his head, and upper body remaining.
He survived the explosion.
A cheerful expression was on his face.
The prince was satisfied, very satisfied.
He walked toward Escanor’s body.
“You will not die yet. You still have to entertain me.”
“I want this fun to last long.”
The prince removed the Abyssal Heart from his controlled body and inserted it into Escanor.
He grabbed him tightly, spun him around, and threw him into the gate of Ma’hul.
“Hey,” a female voice interrupted his thoughts. “Father wants us for lunch.”
“Okay, sis. I’m coming.”
“I finished playing.”
“Buy me some time.”
The prince raised his hand as the gate absorbed Nivara and started closing bit by bit.
For no reason, his eyes turned serious.
How could someone open the Ma’hul gate?
This ability was forbidden.
Even the Highers could not do it.
This was dangerous information.
As he tried to smile, his eyes widened.
A strange smell reached his nose.
“Damn. Is that Noctarine?”
“How did he escape?”
“I should check this.”
As he moved, his body began to vanish.
“Damn.” 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
“I focused too much on my interests. I could have taken a vacation for ten nyrals if I had caught him.”
The prince returned to his original body and opened his eyes as the controlled body erased itself after losing its core and as the gate devoured Nivara.
As he looked around, he saw a brown skinned woman who was very beautiful and elegant. She wore a top that covered her chest and plain gray shorts.
It was his sister, frowning.
The masked prince pretended to be innocent, as if he had not been doing anything wrong.
“I’m here, sis. I got some interesting information too.”
He jumped from his chair and ran toward the lunch table, his sister following behind.
He knocked on the door politely and entered.
He saw his father, mother, and younger sister sitting in luxury.
“Hey Dad, I got good information.”
“Speak quickly.”
“A Noctarine escaped the Ma’hul, and someone managed to open the Ma’hul gate outside its area.”
“A Noctarine and a gate, huh?”
Smack.
A hit landed from the patriarch, the father of the three princes of the Ram Masked Clan.
“Are you messing with me, son?”
“Is that your excuse for not finishing your task?”
“Give me evidence, or I think your vacation is about to be canceled.”
“Do you want to mess with me, Dad?”
“Yes, I am messing with you. What are you going to do about it?”
“Believe me, the only reason you are sitting on that throne is because I am letting you.”
“If you are a man, let me see it.”
“Your rage bait will not work on me.”
“I am not going to become the patriarch so soon.”
“I already hate that I am a prince.”
“And now you want to hand me the patriarch title?”
“I should not have obeyed my mom in doing this nonsense.”
“If I were not a good son, I would have left this clan by now.”
“Okay, Dad.”
The prince raised his hand, showing the memory of what he had seen.
The patriarch’s eyes widened as his aura surged upward, putting everyone under pressure.
“Okay.”
“I think you deserve a free day.”
“No work for you today or tomorrow.”
“It is your free time.”
The prince fell to his knees, screaming in joy.
He had managed to take a break.
“I love you, Escanor. You are my lucky charm.”
“I think I can go mess with the others now.”
The prince took a piece of roasted meat from the table, removed his mask as he left the palace, and continued eating.
He ordered the clan to play drums and sing.
He sat there, his eye glowing brighter and brighter with only one thought.
Was fate truly weaving every thread together, or was I merely the ring that bound them all?
For now, everything feels like a script written in a language I almost understand. Yet one question keeps reappearing in my mind again and again.
Am I the catalyst, or the villain?
If I am a villain, it is only in the eyes of those who stand against me.
If I am the catalyst, then every triumph he claims was forged by my unseen hand. But perhaps I am neither.
Perhaps I am only the observer who linked the scattered pieces and nudged them forward, just enough to set the world in motion.
When what is coming finally unfolds, the fragments will align, and the true image will emerge.
The current illusion will shatter.
In its place, I will see him clearly.
The Prince of the Masked Ram Clan, Azrath Blackhorn.
Yes, that is me.
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After Lin defeated Isphyrlya and began skating to escape the black matter of the Ma’hul that was devouring everything, movement stirred beneath the surface.
Beneath Nivara, after the previous battle, a frozen woman slowly opened her eyes as the surrounding snow began to crack. She wore a sharp white military uniform with a long fitted coat and a high collar, paired with dark shorts, thigh-high black stockings, and tall military boots. On her upper chest, just below the collarbone, was a small, detailed tattoo of a symmetrical snowflake with thin, precise lines and a faint icy blue tone.
“Finally, after so long, I will be able to save my master. But first, let us free my sister Seris.”
She laid her hand on the body frozen beside her. Her sister had long silver-white hair tied in a high ponytail and piercing blue eyes. A white military-style cap sat slightly tilted on her head, and her black fitted outfit was laced at the waist. A black rose tattoo adorned her shoulder. Even in her coma, her expression was serious and confident, projecting a cool, commanding presence. Her body was slim and poised.
She lifted her sister, broke through the snow, and moved toward a massive frozen form. Pressing her hand against the ice, she shattered part of it, then bowed to the woman whose eyes had opened.
Lady Nivara had awakened.
Her long silver-white hair flowed like drifting snow. She wore a fitted black gown that blended elegance with subtle armor details. The fabric shimmered with faint silver specks, and sharp snowflake patterns traced her chest and waist. A dark cape trailed behind her.
Tall and slender, she held a straight, commanding posture. Her pale skin framed almond-shaped silver eyes, long lashes, softly arched brows, a delicate nose, and full lips with a soft rosy tint.
This was Lady Nivara, the reason the snowy Nivara continent existed. Frozen for a long era, she could see and feel everything above her land. Known as the Witch of Snow and the Frostborn Sovereign, she was the strongest snow user in the magic world and one of the top ten of her era. She was among the few to inherit the true Snow Body.
The Snow Bodies were fragments of a higher being from the upper realm. She had divided a part of her core into ten holy bodies, two in each of the five worlds. They were created to guide students who would help her achieve her goals. When one body perished, it would automatically select another within the same world.
“Welcome back, Master.”
“Nice work, Lysera.”
“Your master is proud of you.”
Lysera blushed, her heart swelling at her master’s acknowledgment.
Lady Nivara continued, “I would like to speak with that boy Lin, but the time is not right. He managed to awaken us. We should at least give him proper thanks.”
Lysera’s eyes widened at the mention of a male name. Lady Nivara had remained single for a long time, keeping her distance from others. Yet Lin was the only man to catch her attention. She had witnessed his courage and intellect, even through the hardships he faced.
Her hatred for Orillana was tempered by understanding of her past. The one who truly disgusted her was Isphyrlya, who had dared to act as a queen within her domain. Nivara had wanted to kill her, but Lin had done it instead, which only deepened her interest in him.
Even so, her curiosity was restrained. Her priority was returning to her palace and fully recovering.
Lady Nivara tilted her head and rose into the air, carrying her two students out of Nivara. They flew at high speed, signaling the beginning of the chaos that was now inevitable.
