"Whew—"
Two hours later.
At the forest exit.
The smell of blood mixed with the odor of rotting leaves, making it especially foul.
Shen Nian gripped the heavy shotgun, panting softly, while wisps of gunsmoke still curled from the barrel.
At her feet lay a corpse with its head blown apart.
It was the hunter's corpse.
Shen Nian had not let the hunter, who had outsmarted himself, kill his daughter.
But there was not the slightest joy of victory on her face, because this was far from anything that could be called a reversal. Not far from the hunter's corpse lay another body.
It was the purple-haired girl's corpse—which meant the real Viola.
She was dead too.
She had experience, so it was no big deal?
This was a huge deal!
This time, even though Shen Nian knew the hidden setting, even though she had fought with all her might and even risked herself to snatch the gun, the purple-haired girl had still fallen in a pool of blood.
There had been no reversal at all!
And in front of the purple-haired girl's corpse.
That fake Viola, wearing the pure shell of a blond girl while being a witch in essence, still stood there safe and sound. The black cat at her feet was licking its fur.
Completely unharmed!
Not even the hem of her skirt had been stained with a single drop of blood.
"How on earth... am I supposed to fight this...?"
Shen Nian looked at the scene before her, feeling somewhat powerless.
It was not that she had not tried shooting.
But it was no use at all.
"Big sister, you saved me again. Thank you for helping me—but why did you kill my papa?"
The fake Viola slowly smiled at Shen Nian. "You really are a