Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

191 The Unpalatable Cheese

Selma Payne’s POV:

We can’t even protect ourselves now, but we can’t just watch our team members sacrifice themselves in vain!

“I have an idea, but it’s a little risky.” I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. “This idea may be stupid, but I can only think of this.

“What?”

“Speaking of which, the Quicksand Fog is also a type of energy, right?”

“Yes, it’s a mist of quicksand formed by the useless elements discharged by history. Dorothy looked at me in surprise. “What are you trying to do? Don’t tell me...?”

I nodded and gazed out the window at the vast expanse of white. “It’s exactly as you think. Since it’s energy, why don’t I try to eat it?”

“You’re crazy! The Quicksand Fog doesn’t have a definite attribute and physical form like the demonic fragment. It has many changes, and no one knows what negative effects it will have on you!”

“That’s why I’m only trying a small amount. I’ll stop the operation immediately if there’s any problem.” I placed my hand on the window. “The werewolf grandmasters are still outside. I don’t know how many of our team members have been forced out of the house. We can’t just watch them die, can we?”

I thought Dorothy would insist on opposing, and I’d already thought of a way to convince her. However, she could only helplessly rub her head, close her eyes and sigh, saying, “Just a little, okay? I’ll guarantee your safety.”

“You’re so quick to agree,” I said dryly.

“I understand you, Selma. You are a stubborn bull. Once you have decided to do something, even a hundred people cannot pull you back.” Dorothy rolled her eyes. “Give me ten seconds.”

She used her blood to draw an isolation rune on the wardrobe and then hid inside the wardrobe.

“We can start now!”

“Alright then.” It was my oversight. I had only thought I could eat the Quicksand Fog and neglected that Dorothy was helpless against it.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled my apology and opened the window a little.

The Quicksand Fog immediately gushed into the room. I closed the window after a second, but the Quicksand Fog stuffed itself into the room in a huge lump the size of a watermelon.

“Come on.” I extended my hand to the Quicksand Fog. “Let me taste you.”

Wisps of pale white mist seeped into my body. They were cold and smooth like cheese but exuded a bitter taste like rotten wood. They weren’t delicious.

As if it had hallucinating effects, a few seconds later, I felt as if my soul had left my body and was floating. I flew out of the house and wandered around the witch clan. The snowflakes passed through my body as if they were passing through the air and fell on the heads of the girls passing by. She and her friends carried their sackcloth bags and walked home in twos and threes.

They asked, “What are we having for dinner tonight? I don’t want to eat potato porridge anymore. When would the snow stop? It’s been a month since Mom went out to buy supplies.”

The girls complained about the bland food and the terrible weather as they disappeared at the end of the path. I wanted to give chase, but I was pulled back by a strong force.

“Uh!”

I suddenly let out a breath before realizing I was standing right where I was.

What was that just now? What happened to the witch clan? Was it a memory of history?

“Dorothy, come out. I’m fine!” I knocked on the closet to signal her to come out.

“How do you feel?” Dorothy was not as good at detection spells as the werewolf grandmasters, so she could only perform a simple examination for me. “It seems like there’s nothing serious.”

I told her about the magical experience I had just had. “Could it be the effect of the Quicksand Fog? It contains the power of history, so it took me to see the past it experienced.”

Dorothy was deep in thought. “If that’s the case, it’s somewhat similar to a prophecy. You can also see the past. However, you need to use the Quicksand Fog as a medium.”

“If that’s the case, then I suggest you give up on eating all the Quicksand Fog,” she said thoughtfully.

“Why?” I was greatly puzzled.

“Prying into history is like prying into fate. There’s a price to pay. Those who peek at fate without its permission would pay with their life as the price, but what about those who peeked at history? You’re not like the werewolf grandmasters who have prepared a ritual to communicate with history in advance. No one knows what kind of punishment peeking at history will bring you. I don’t think it’s easier than peeking at fate.”

“But... ”

I punched the wall in frustration. Was I going to give up just like that?

The team members continued to shout. Some of their voices were intermittent and distorted. This must be due to the Quicksand Fog’s influence on top of being attacked by the figures!

It would be great if there were a way to separate the additional effect of prying into history!

Right, separation!

“I can try to separate the side effects!” I recalled the feeling of the side effects of separating the demonic fragment. “It’s like separating the negative emotions from the Quicksand Fog to separate the additional effect of prying into history. They are illusory and ethereal powers and have a lot in common. I think I can do it!”

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