That Was a Fine Shot-He Can Still Be Saved

"Aaron, you're joking, right?" Edmund asked nervously.

"No, I'm very serious." Aaron looked at Nicabir meaningfully. "Go ahead and do it. Give him a quick death. I guarantee you'll die just as quickly."

"No, don't come any closer." A hint of fear appeared in Nicabir's eyes, and the sword pressing against Caspian's neck drew a trickle of blood.

"Stop!" Susan cried out anxiously.

"Nicabir has gone mad," Tumnus said gravely. "He really will kill Caspian."

"It doesn't matter. I've only known Caspian for a few days, and we're not that close."

"I will mourn for him for a minute when he dies, but I will also avenge him so that he can die in peace," Aaron said calmly, continuing forward.

Nicabir horrified. "Stop him, or I'll kill Caspian right now."

Susan drew her bow and aimed at Aaron. "Stop."

Aaron rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "Can't you use your brain?"

He won't kill Caspian; releasing the witch requires the blood of the living, not the blood of the dead.

Nicabir's heart skipped a beat. If he wanted to rescue the Queen, he certainly couldn't kill Caspian.

"Neither of you move, or I'll shoot whoever moves," Susan said helplessly. She didn't know if Aaron was telling the truth, but she dared not gamble with Caspian's life.

"You don't have much time. The Telmarine army will soon launch an attack," the witch said calmly. "Wasting time is unwise."

"I'm afraid you'd love for them to come right now!" Aaron said disdainfully. "We haven't made sufficient defensive preparations yet. If the Telmarine army is defeated, we'll have no choice but to cooperate with you."

The witch smiled without saying a word. The choice was always in their hands, but the longer it dragged on, the greater her advantage would be.

"What should we do?" Edmund asked, at a loss.

"It's simple. You stop Susan, and I'll kill Nicabir," Aaron said meaningfully. "You don't want the witches to rule Narnia again, do you?"

"What?" Susan exclaimed, caught off guard. "That's so mean!"

"I..."

"Don't hesitate now. She's your sister; she won't shoot you with an arrow."

"But what about Caspian?" Peter asked.

"He won't die. Nicabir won't dare kill him because he wants to release the witch."

"Don't push me," Nicabir said, his voice trembling with fear. "If I don't make it out to live, I don't mind taking someone down with me."

Aaron was speechless when he saw that the others were still hesitant.

"As long as you're fast enough, you'll have a chance."

Don't forget, Queen Lucy also has a little medicine bottle!

Upon hearing this, the witch's smile vanished quickly, and she eagerly stretched out her right hand, "Quickly, give me the blood, the blood can give me my freedom."

Nicabir care about anything else and pushed Caspian directly against the ice wall.

"Dream on." Aaron rushed forward and delivered a flying kick that sent Caspian flying out of the circle.

Susan immediately released her right hand, and a red arrow pierced Nicabir's knee.

He let out a painful scream, Tumnus immediately stepped forward and restrained him.

"What... what just happened to me?" Caspian shook his head blankly, recalling the previous memories in his mind, and couldn't help but swallow hard in fear.

"It's a good thing you stopped me from releasing her, otherwise I would be a sinner in all of Narnia."

"You're welcome."

"You... really weren't going to kill me just now, were you?"

"How could that be?" Aaron said seriously. "That was just a strategy. I would never take my friend's life lightly."

Caspian forced a smile. He didn't think it was a strategy; in Aaron's eyes, he, as a hostage, was probably worth nothing.

"Alright, it's all over." Aaron gave the witch a harmless smile, then drew the Longsword from Caspian's waist. "Goodbye, no, never again."

"Wait," the witch said hastily. "You can release me, and I will obey your every command."

"Sorry, I'm not some little kid who's into sex. You can't fool me."

Edmund:...

I feel like I've been subtly insulted.

"You are different from them, Warlock."

"Are you Warlock?" Peter asked Aaron seriously.

"How could that be? Don't listen to her nonsense."

"He is indeed Warlock, Peter," the witch said calmly. "And his magic is not weak; even I cannot see the extent of it."

"Nonsense." Aaron immediately drew his sword and thrust it forward. He didn't want his disguise to be exposed; a boy and a young Warlock were two completely different concepts.

A red arrow struck the sword, Longsword carved a crack in the ice wall, but it did not harm the witch inside.

"Holy shit!" Aaron glared angrily at Susan and retorted without any politeness, "Are you sick in the head?"

"There's still time, let her finish," Susan said guiltily.

"You'd rather believe your former mortal enemy than believe me?"

"We just want to figure it out," Edmund stammered. "The witch is indeed cunning and treacherous, but even if she wanted to deceive us, she wouldn't have been so perfunctory!"

"It's precisely because it was absurd that I was able to deceive you!" Aaron said angrily.

"But you are really too special," Peter said. "In our understanding, a fifteen-year-old boy could not possibly lift an iron gate weighing several thousand pounds, nor would he have such exaggerated swordsmanship."

"Isn't it enough to have superhuman strength and extraordinary talent?"

"A Warlock has infiltrated your team, and deliberately concealed his strength," the witch said with a meaningful smile. "Could he have some ulterior motive?"

You know me inside and out, but how much do you know about him?

When the Narnia army and the Telmarine have fought to the point of exhaustion, what will a powerful Warlock mean?

"Shut up." Aaron's face darkened, and just as he was about to launch another attack, a red arrow landed in front of him.

"Don't move yet."

"You...you're really unreasonable." Aaron felt his head buzzing and turned to look at the witch with a playful expression. "Don't think you can escape this by stalling for time."

"That's not what I meant," the witch said, then confidently extended her right hand. "Peter, the strange Warlock is a threat to Narnia, and you need the power to fight him."

"I don't believe you," Peter said, pursing his lips.

"But he can't trust it either, right?"

"I believe him," Lucy suddenly interjected. "Aaron can be trusted; Aslan told me so."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "I would have been very happy if it weren't for that last half of your sentence."

"But for the sake of your trust, I'll spare your life until I leave this world. As for the others... good luck to them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron looked at Susan, a purple glint flashing in his eyes.

She immediately put down her bow and arrow and stood there in a daze.

"What did you do to her?" Peter asked warily, pointing his sword at Aaron.

"Don't worry, I didn't hurt her. It was just a little bit of hypnosis."

"Why?" Edmund asked, frowning slightly.

"Do you like having someone constantly pointing arrows at you?" Aaron countered, then changed the subject, "Actually, I'm a fairly magnanimous person, but magnanimity doesn't mean I don't have a temper."

Edmund was speechless for a moment; if he were standing under someone else's arrows, he probably wouldn't have been able to endure it either.

"Are you really Warlock?" Lucy asked with interest.

"Fourth-year Warlock at the magic school, they'll be moving up to fifth year after the holidays," Aaron said calmly. "I'm Warlock, are you satisfied now?"

"There's a magic school?" Lucy's mouth dropped open. "How come we've never heard of it?"

"According to the Ministry of Magic, ordinary people are generally unaware of the existence of Warlock."

"Then why didn't you tell us?" Peter slowly lowered his sword. "If you had explained things clearly earlier, there wouldn't have been so many misunderstandings."

"This is a family tradition, and it's also to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings."

"In the Middle Ages, ordinary people who captured Warlock would be burned alive. The cities and settlements of the Telmarine are not much different from that period. How could I dare to speak carelessly?" Aaron said angrily. "I came to Narnia for no reason. All I wanted was to go home, but I didn't expect to get involved in a war so unwittingly."

"Speaking of which, I did save your lives last night, didn't I? Is this how you treat your savior?"

The group exchanged glances, then silently lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

As the situation became awkward, no one noticed that the White Witch subtly winked at Nikabrik.

The other party immediately understood, but made no extra movements, afraid that Tumnus would discover it, and just kept searching for something.

"If I lay a hand on her now, does anyone have a problem with that?"

The group, including Susan who had come to her senses, all shook their heads and stopped objecting.

"Perhaps we can cooperate," the White Witch said with a smile. "Ordinary people will gradually fall under my control, but Warlock are not afraid."

I can acknowledge you as my sworn brother and serve you.

"Tsk tsk tsk! To be honest, I'm a little tempted."

"But you are even more treacherous than the Dark Wizard I encountered; I cannot trust you." Aaron said, holding his sword horizontally in front of him, aiming it at the White Witch's abdomen.

"Wait, you should think about it carefully." The White Witch seemed a little nervous. "I possess a portion of the Supreme Grimoire of Narnia, which can help you rule Narnia."

"Heh! If anyone in our family were to rule another world, they'd be expelled from the family tree," Aaron sneered. "Goodbye."

Just as he was about to kill the White Witch, Nikabrik suddenly roared, broke free from Tumnus's grasp, picked up the Longsword on the ground, and stabbed at Aaron.

A red arrow suddenly shot towards Nikabrik.

"No!" Aaron cried out in alarm, but it was too late; the arrow had already pierced Nikabrik's chest.

"Uh..." Susan was confused. "You're welcome."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"I saved you!"

"I don't need your help, and..." Aaron looked at the ice wall sealing the White Witch, his face turning particularly grim. "Why don't we continue discussing your conditions from earlier?"

"You have no right to negotiate with me now, child." A cold smile crept across the White Witch's lips, a stark contrast to her previous groveling demeanor.

Click! Click!

Several cracks appeared on the ice wall, and white, chilling air spread rapidly throughout the hall.

"Because Adam did not directly give blood, the seal will take longer to break, but it will be enough."

"When?" Peter asked in astonishment.

"Just now," Aaron said breathlessly, "Nikabrik's sword was stained with Caspian's blood."

I could have stopped him, but Queen Susan's arrow was so beautiful that he threw his sword against the ice wall before he died.

"I... I didn't mean to," Susan said, feeling wronged.

"The dwarves served me hundreds of years ago, and I never imagined they would remain loyal hundreds of years later."

"Don't slander all dwarves because of one or two scoundrels," Tumnus said coldly.

"What do we do now?" Lucy asked anxiously.

"Kill her before the seal is completely broken," Edmund said. He and Peter exchanged a glance, then he drew his Longsword and thrust it at the White Witch.

But before they could run more than a few steps, the white, icy air transformed into ice spikes that sent them flying.

"Idiot, if it were that easy, I would have done it already." Aaron curled his lip in disdain.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks and hurry up and think of a solution!" Lucy said anxiously.

"There is still a way." Aaron took a deep breath and turned to Caspian. "Your Highness, you wouldn't mind making a small sacrifice for Narnia, would you?"

Hearing this, Caspian shuddered. "What do you want to do?"

"The condition for breaking the seal is Adam's blood, that is, the blood of a human male."

But the blood of the dead has no effect; in other words, once you die, the unsealing process will be forcibly halted.

"Stop!" The White Witch's expression changed drastically, and she roared angrily, "Releasing me won't cost you anything, at least it's much better than dying under the iron heel of the Telmarine."

"If my death could solve this huge problem, I'm willing to die," Caspian said earnestly, then changed the subject, "But is there really no other way?"

"This is the simplest way."

"And what about the complicated ones?" Lucy asked. "What are the complicated methods?"

"Kill her before she breaks the seal."

"But we can't get close to her."

"You're Warlock," Tumnus said, looking at Aaron. "Perhaps..."

"That would be too much trouble, otherwise I wouldn't have suggested killing Caspian."

"So it's possible that it will succeed?" Peter asked in surprise.

"That's true, but I'm not absolutely certain," Aaron said hesitantly.

"At this point, we shouldn't worry about anything else," Susan said anxiously. "We have to try even if there's only a one percent chance. We can't risk Caspian's life."

"But I need time. If I fail, it will be too late to kill Caspian."

"Let me do it!" Caspian took a deep breath. "This concerns the future of Narnia. We can't delay, and we can't take any risks."

"That's the right mindset," Aaron said with a relieved expression. "Although I'm only 90% sure..."

"Wait a minute," Peter interrupted him immediately. "How much are you saying? Ninety percent certain?"

Aaron nodded. "But we can't afford to lose the remaining ten percent, and I think Caspian must think so too."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Caspian's face was filled with anguish as he weakly raised his still-bleeding left hand. "Um... I think I can still be saved."