Iris turned into Snow White with a questioning look. Snow White cleared her throat awkwardly, her eyes telling her to be quiet. She poured water into a glass for Iris.
"I lost my Prince to a White Wizard, it seems we have the same problem."
Iris was silent, she suddenly remembered Thomas and his soft white hair. She was about to get up but was immediately restrained by Snow White.
"Where's Thomas?"
"If it's the white-haired little prince, he's safe outside," said Snow White calmly.
"What do you mean the same problem?"
Snow White smiled charmingly with her ruby red lips, she intertwined her slender fingers, her sad eyes gazed at the swaying window curtain.
"He killed my prince on the holy altar, I want to kill him," she said coldly, then smiled slyly. "Help me get my revenge, Red Witch."
Iris widened her eyes in shock and immediately shuffled out of bed stiffly, Snow White remained motionless, she chuckled softly.
"How do you know?"
"Everyone knows you're out of control." Snow White came closer and brushed Iris' hair behind her ear. There was a red mark like the tendrils of a thin leaf, she stared at Iris intently.
"I knew right away, when I saw the wound you suffered, it was the effect of sealing your power. You're one of the great Witchess. Why seal your power? Are you scared?"
Iris sat down slowly, her hand holding the glass. She hadn't drunk at all, she swallowed hard and closed her eyes.
"Do they know it?" Iris asked worriedly, she imagined Thomas's scarred face and Morgan's shocked face.
"Yes," said Snow White briefly. She sat in front of Iris who was trembling with fear, her hands holding Iris's shoulders.
"Are you afraid of your strength?" Snow White asked again.
Iris lowered her head and nodded faintly, long before meeting Sarah she already knew her identity as one of the descendants of the Red Witch. They lived in groups together, learned that power, and competed with each other, but the more Iris pursued that power, the more afraid she was, could no longer see herself as a Witch. She could only see herself as a monster.
Snow White took a deep breath, she let go of Iris's shoulder.
"I know that feeling," said Snow White in her soft voice. Iris immediately shook her head violently, her eyes glaring at the princess of legend furiously.
"You don't know," she said breathlessly, rubbing her face roughly. "You don't know what it's like to be hated, I resurrect and control the dead, you know how scary that is? Seeing a dead person standing in front of you ... I can't ... I can't be like that."
Iris buried her face in her palms, she had felt things like this many times in her life, the feeling of nausea and dizziness that raced through her head, the scornful glances at her, remembering that her body shivered.
"I am one of the princesses of legend, my life is like a white lotus, kind, beautiful, and patient." Snow White suddenly said sadly, she smiled a little. "I just thought my life would be according to a written fairy tale, happily ever after."
Iris looked up and looked at Snow White with a questioning look. The woman just smiled.
"Until that day comes, the White Wizard destroyed everything I had, I regret not being able to protect the people I care about," he continued softly.
"What does the White Wizard want from you?"
"He collects magic items from the princesses of legend, the apple containing my poison has been stolen. About the other princess… I don't know … we've never been in touch."
"Magic items belonging to the princess of legend? You mean the White Wizard wants ... creating Hydra?"
Iris remembers a bedtime tale that she often hears from human children, it is said that once upon a time, there was a Witch who was always ridiculed for her stupidity, she held a grudge and stole things from the legendary princess, collected them in a magic furnace, and gave birth to a beast named Hydra, like a serpent or dragon with nine heads that will not be cut off even if cut. That monster in an instant ravaged the land without residue.
But why did the White Wizard create Hydra? Iris didn't understand. The Megalima Kingdom is now in his hands.
"Yes, Those beasts... if not prevented, will destroy this entire kingdom."
Iris laughed blandly, the glass in her hands shaking. "Why should I stop the white magician? Why not you?"
Snow White sneered, she frowned in annoyance. "Because I'm a gentle and kind princess and you're a great Witches, you can't deny that fate."
Iris rolled her eyes in boredom. All the ravings of this legendary princess made her ears heat up. She laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes.
"Well… you have to recover your body," Snow White muttered as she pulled the white curtain, Iris heard the princess' footsteps slowly drifting away, she felt very sleepy.
***
Morgan looked up at the sky blocked by the pink dome, he blinked.
In the sky, several harpies were circling the village of dwarves. Thomas approached with a gloomy face. He knew the hovering Harpy very well, it was Kyle. One of his first confidants.
"This pink dome hides as well," Morgan commented, secretly praising the legendary princess in his heart, this way they don't have to hide or run like they did yesterday.
Thomas didn't say anything, he looked straight out the gate. There was a dim figure of the dashing Andreas and his horse standing with an angry face. He was holding the sword that belonged to Thomas before, wearing a war vest similar to his own, even the same horse. with what he had.
For a moment, Thomas frowned, and for a moment he felt disgusted with his cousin, is he so obsessed that he has things that once belonged to Thomas that he feels proud of that?
Thomas was disgusted.
Since the beginning of Andreas's existence, he never cared about it. They were not close to each other. After Thomas was dumped, Andreas even acted as if he was himself, duplicating his own, Thomas did not understand Andreas' way of thinking.
Did he think people would like him? But does Andreas care about other people's opinions? Judging by the arrogance on his face, Thomas thinks it's impossible.
"Miss Witch is awake!" Doe shouted excitedly, and he didn't look worried about the many harpies circling in the sky of their village.
Morgan turned his head with a happy face, he unceremoniously rushed after Doe's small steps without waiting for Thomas' reaction.
Thomas glanced at a bat hanging from a tree branch, he cleared his throat awkwardly.
"I knew it was you ... Alita."