Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

She didn't have time to think as tiny ice cones fell towards her one after another. She found the direction where the ice cones were most concentrated and summoned two ice spikes in the air to hit herself to adjust her posture and position. Everything happened in just a few seconds and she finally landed safely on the log.

For a long time, Iris's world was silent. She could not hear any sound and could not see any images. She was like a blind and deaf person who could not rely on her eyes and ears to receive information from the outside world. She used the falling ice cones as her cane to explore the surrounding environment.

After ensuring temporary safety, she drank a bottle of recovery potion and her senses quickly recovered. There was no trace of Olivia and the two tracking bullets in front of her.

A tracking bullet will not give up its target before it explodes, so let it explode in advance - when it collides with another person or another tracking bullet, no matter how determined its original intention is, it will inevitably explode midway.

Olivia’s idea is very good, but her starting point is confusing.

What was she trying to achieve by leaving herself out and letting Iris stay? How was she going to explain this to the Novello family?

This was the question of almost all the contestants and the audience - what happened to the fierce competition to the death? Sacrificing oneself for others at this time - what a joke!

The minds of the children of the noble families who stayed behind were more active. They cast a few suspicious glances at Iris and then quickly looked away. Iris also took the opportunity when no one was bothering her to glance at the surviving contestants one by one without any hesitation.

Leland Viglas stood next to the witch, farthest from the center of the melee and closest to the door that could be opened to see the prize. He was lowering his head and putting on a pair of black gloves.

His black hair fell neatly in front of his forehead, and the slightly messy hair maintained a certain elegance and demeanor just like his temperament - if we don't mention his brutal behavior just now.

The witch beside him was stimulated back to the interactive state at some point, and was looking left and right with a bored look on her face, with her hands behind her back, her chin pressed down, staring at her swaying toes.

Levin Ansetin seemed to be seriously injured. He leaned on the shore just away from the lava zone, his arms hanging limply at his sides, blood splattered from the wound on his abdomen, and even his trouser legs and cheeks were stained with blood.

The bottom of Ernest's staff was stained red with blood, and most of the staff was soaked in blood. His toes were just beside Levin's face.

The dark blue staff glowed again, and sensing Ernest's undisguised murderous intent, Levin Auceptin silently curled his lips. He summoned the vines on his chest to roll up a dagger, pointed the tip at his own heart, and stabbed it down without hesitation.

"Pfft-"

The sound of flesh being pierced was still echoing in my ears, but the young man in the dark green robe had disappeared.

For people as proud as them, life and death depend on their own dignity and they will never allow others to infringe upon it.

Ernest's eyes fell on Leland.

Looking to the other side, there were only a dozen or so people left, including Julia Smith's black-haired brother and the black-haired boy who was forced to reveal his left hand as his weakness in the truth or dare game.

Anyone who dares to sit at the same table with Miss Witch is certainly not an ordinary person.

Yulia's brother was injured on the back, and his white shirt was stained red, but he still looked calm on the surface; the blood on the boy's body, which had exposed his weakness, was obviously more intense on the left side of his body. It was obvious that everyone was paying attention to what the other group members were saying, and deliberately picked his left hand as a weakness. The boy's face was pale, but his expression was fierce, his eyebrows were sinister, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with.

"There are still five minutes left," a blue-haired wizard from the Sophie Magic Academy smiled calmly, "Why don't we talk somewhere else first?"

The others walked towards the witch and the door behind her in silence. When they got closer, they understood why Leland had been standing there for a long time and the door had not been opened.

"I don't want to open the door."

Miss Witch said lazily.

"three minutes."

It was still the green-haired wizard, with two braids tied behind her head. She had a pretty and sweet appearance, but her expression was indifferent, and her tone was cold and hard, full of the arrogance and arrogance of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time.

She simply stated the remaining time for everyone, without making any suggestions or providing any further statements, as if she simply wanted to tell everyone the time - but everyone understood the meaning behind it.

If we keep wasting time, we'll all end up eating knives together.

There are only fifteen contestants left.

Everyone turned their inquiring eyes to Leland Viglas. He was the first one to come into contact with Miss Witch at the door, so it was impossible that he had not tried to open the door. At this time when everyone needed to work together, they did not need to repeat to the witch the information that Leland had already collected.

"She didn't say any reason and I couldn't find any way to open the door."

Leland was brief and to the point, but his answer was not what everyone wanted to hear.

Iris thought, here comes the correction.

This round of reward competition apparently requires the contestants to fight on their own, but if they don't make the right move at this time, they will be wiped out.

Who knows how long they can hold out in the rain of knives and how long it will take to persuade the witch?

Iris squatted down to look at the witch at eye level, and her blue eyes were reflected in the other's empty eyes.

"Is it because you hate us?"

she asked softly.

The witch shook her head anxiously. She hesitated again and again and whispered:

"I don't hate you... We were able to come together in the beginning because we needed each other - our common desire allowed us to walk on the same path."

"She just repeated these words several times." Leland on the side reminded.

The two-minute countdown started ticking, and Iris answered the question in a calm voice:

“But we haven’t reached the end yet.”

The witch clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, feeling even more depressed:

"I don't want to leave."

"It's been so long since we last met, you should give us a reason."

Just as Miss Witch was about to speak, Iris interrupted her:

"Otherwise, how can we believe that you were sincere when you approached us in the first place?"

The witch's eyes turned red, and she became excited:

"Don't say that! Don't think I don't know that after the door opens, you will all leave and no one will be able to stay with me!"

After being questioned, her tone became hurried, and she spouted out a lot of information:

"So what if we've been together before? Your wishes still have a chance to come true, but mine won't - you will all leave me!"

Calmness is like a virus, spreading among the crowd in the empty space. After the initial slight surprise, people's expressions return to the same coldness or indifference.

But Iris understood that once she took the initiative to speak up, she would push others further away from the responsibility of opening the door, and she would have to bear a heavier burden.

They are all waiting for her "victory", even if the price of this victory is the "failure" of an NPC who has been with them for a long time.

Leland Viglas placed his black-gloved hand on the door, and several people gradually approached his position, shielding him from the witch's direct view.