Viviana had always had a habit of arriving early, a fact Faust knew well.
No matter what time he agreed to meet her, she would always be there waiting ahead of schedule, as if it were a grave sin not to be visible to the prince at all times.
Therefore, when Viviana said, "I will come to get you in the autumn," Faust understood.
Viviana would never be able to wait until autumn; she would set out at least a month early. Calculating the time, she should have just arrived in the Midwinter Kingdom.
If Viviana's arrival was within Faust's expectations, then the magic mirror's collapse and confusion were certainly not.
The witches' feast was undoubtedly a supreme fate. Any other script, fate-star, or event had to yield to it without exception.
But what if it were an equal witches' feast? What would happen if a conflict occurred between witches?
"Fine, you're a witch? Well, I have a witch too! Let's see who fate truly favors."
Faust admitted there was an element of gambling involved, but clearly, he had won.
Because of Viviana's arrival, the magic mirror—the most critical occult relic in the story of Snow White that should have been locked onto the "fairest witch"—had glitched out.
Looking at the bigger picture, the rotation of the wheel of destiny was likely the same; the addition of Cinderella had completely thrown the original script of Snow White into chaos.
Although this was indeed Faust's intention, no one could say for sure what would happen until it was actually put into practice.
The witches' feast might have stalled and come to a halt due to the conflict;
The two witches might have truly established a hierarchy;
It was even possible that the Midwinter Kingdom and the Qingxi Kingdom would explode on the spot, being erased from the river of time entirely.
But the result of the gamble... was the most ideal situation. He had won big.
Mephistopheles's trembling, excited voice rang out in the prince's mind:
"【The trajectory of fate has been disturbed... Such a thing has never happened before. Although the script is still proceeding, the intensity of fate's interference has significantly weakened. Faust, do you know what this means?】"
Faust didn't want to spoil the mood and obediently asked in his mind, "What does it mean? Tell me quickly, I'm dying of suspense! (Deadpan)"
"【It means the wheel of destiny will no longer impose such powerful constraints. It might even allow for a certain degree of shielding from its influence. Even a fairy like me can obtain a brief moment of... freedom.】"
The prince was genuinely interested now. "Oh? Does that mean you can personally take the field?"
Good heavens, if a veteran like Mephistopheles could act, it would be even more comfortable than using a cheat engine.
"【Not quite yet. At least for now, the vortex stirred up by the conflict of only two witches isn't enough to mask my existence. But! Faust, if there were more witches and a greater conflict... you understand what I mean, right?!】"
He understood all too well. When it came to a romantic battlefield, he was willing to risk his life to accompany a gentleman.
The excitement in Mephistopheles's voice was palpable... Though Faust couldn't see Mephisto's expression, the fairy's echoes vibrating in his mind came in wave after wave.
Such excitement was understandable.
Even with the incredibly long life of a primordial fairy, one could never perform any experiments on the witches' feast because it was impossible—witches usually never met each other in their entire lives.
Before this, there had never been more than one witch on the same stage. Only Faust, a supporting prince who had awakened from within the witches' feast, had turned this impossible miracle into reality.
While Faust and Mephistopheles were popping the champagne over the success of their experiment, the Queen of Midwinter was also stunned by the magic mirror's abnormality.
She couldn't help but take a step forward, her black silk gloves brushing against the mirror's surface which flickered with static, her eyes wide with shock.
"This... what on earth is this... Why is the magic mirror doing this?"
Seeing Lola completely lost in a daze of shock and joy, Faust smiled.
"It's simple. It's because 【Snow White】 is no longer the fairest person in this land. She can only be considered one of the fairest."
"Before I came to the Midwinter Kingdom, I made a promise with my childhood friend. I told her that if things didn't go well, she should come to get me in the autumn. It seems she has arrived."
Lola remained silent for a long time before looking at the Prince of Qingxi:
"There actually exists a girl more beautiful than 【Snow White】 in this world? Our beauty is a cursed existence."
The mature, cold, and elegant woman with long black hair shook her head blankly.
"This shouldn't be... it simply shouldn't be..."
It was unclear whether she was happy about this or displeased that an outsider's beauty surpassed her own.
Faust could understand. A witch was bound to be beautiful, and in the world she inhabited and within her own perception, she was the absolute most beautiful woman.
This wasn't narcissism! It was a fundamental setting of the witches' feast. At least on the stage of Snow White in the Midwinter Kingdom, there should only be one heroine who could be called the fairest.
Viviana was an intruder.
"I told Selena before that I would help her break the curse, but neither she nor you really believed me. Now? You should know I'm serious, right?"
Seeing Lola's resolve wavering, Faust pressed a hand to his chest, striking while the iron was hot:
"This isn't some heat-of-the-moment impulse, nor is it a promise made of sweet words... I am serious. Even if I must wager everything—my life, my honor—I vow to break the curse entwined around the Midwinter Kingdom!"
Lola's beautiful eyes trembled slightly at this resounding promise.
She pressed a hand against her ample bosom, which had begun to heave, and asked:
"Prince Faust, why would you go to such lengths? What is your goal?"
If Faust had come to Midwinter so well-prepared, then this foreign prince's motives were certainly questionable.
"My goal?"
Hearing this, Faust gave a subtle smile. Then, he raised his head and said firmly:
"It is to make 【Snow White】 happy! My ultimate goal—no, my mission—is exactly that. Please, you must believe me on this point."
This was by no means a lie. Faust had a very clear understanding of his role. The prerequisite for him to navigate the witches' feast was that he had to fulfill his primary duty.
He was the dream lover bestowed upon the 【witch】 by fate, a dedicated human tool of pleasure, and the most important supporting character!
The prince's purpose in participating was to make the heroines happy. Besides that, what bad intentions could he possibly have?
"I see... To make Selena happy..."
Perhaps because she hadn't expected Faust's goal to be so "pure," the Queen of Midwinter nodded slowly:
"So, to ensure Selena doesn't feel sad, you are doing everything in your power to pursue a perfect ending."
"Wait, my dear Mother Lola, you seem to have misunderstood something."
Faust corrected Lola's assumption, grabbing her shoulders and looking her straight in the eye:
"I said I would make 【Snow White】 happy, but I wasn't just referring to Selena. Aren't you also a 【Snow White】?"
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