As people grew old, their hearts always softened somewhat.
Ever since she had been abandoned by that king, the White Peach Queen had devoted herself wholeheartedly to the practice of witchcraft.
If she could not surpass her sister in the happiness of life, then she would surpass her in witchcraft.
As she practiced witchcraft, she came to look as though she had aged more than twenty years.
Though she was only in her forties, nearly fifty, her body was now hunched over, the very image of an old witch, utterly unlike the beautiful White Peach Princess she had been decades ago.
With her beauty gone, memories of the past became what she clung to tightly.
Thinking about it now, although she had wanted to kill her sister Hearts, Hearts had also considered using witchcraft to make her shut up forever.
Yet her youth truly had been spent alongside her sister.
"So I will never allow it. I absolutely cannot let my sister leave me. She is mine!!!!!" White Peach's face instantly twisted into something ferocious.
Great masses of hair rapidly spread out. Her platinum-blond hair wriggled continuously, lashing apart every Hearts puppet that approached.
Then the hair swiftly retracted, returning to the witch's head.
Seeing this, the White Peach Queen took out a stalk of lettuce and began crunching away at it.
Her witchcraft vessel was lettuce.
Lettuce was regarded as a symbol of wealth, making it exceptionally compatible with her witchcraft of greed.
Of course, more importantly, lettuce was a food the Red Queen deeply disliked.
After eating lettuce back then, she had given it to White Peach.
At that time, White Peach had made up her mind that she would never allow her sister to cast her aside.
The most wonderful person she had ever known was her