Beast King's Crippled Mate-Chapter 292: A Mother’s Redemption (IV)

[Warning: Violence.]

Anastasia was so scared at the possibility of making the wrong choice, that she made a grave mistake by killing her daughter.

She also felt an immense guilt in her heart. After all, she gave birth to Aria and raised her to be a fine, beautiful, educated, and graceful young woman.

Anastasia’s chest started heaving as it got difficult for her to breathe. She thought about when Aria was just a cute child, using her innocent eyes to get everything she wanted.

Anastasia also remembered how Aria always said that she was her favorite person because she allowed Aria to do everything she wanted to do.

And now, that cute little girl had turned into a monster, a witch with no regard for other people’s lives.

’No, you are doing the right thing, Anastasia. If you don’t kill her, then she’ll run rampant and kill many more people before she eventually kills you! This is all for the redemption from the Goddess!’ Anastasia told herself to justify her action. She joined her hands in a praying position and murmured, "Oh, Goddess Asmara, I have done what I can do to ensure your daughter’s safety. Aria is dead now, and she won’t harm Swan or anyone anymore. Please accept me as your devout follower and bring me to heaven!"

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...

As usual, there was no response from the Goddess. Anastasia wished she could be like Swan, whose prayers were always answered.

But Anastasia understood her position. She couldn’t ask much when she was the one who ignored Swan’s existence. Even blatantly allowing Aria to bully her until she got crippled.

’Had I known Swan is the Saintess, I would’ve treated her better than Aria,’ Anastasia thought.

She shook her head and looked at her daughter’s corpse.

She had learned from the tale of a witch in the scripture about an immortal witch, and the only real way to kill her was to separate all of her bodies and bury them in different spots.

Anastasia didn’t want to take the risk of Aria’s resurrection. If her daughter could resurrect Lady Jade, Anastasia was damn sure that Aria could also do the same to herself.

Thus, Anastasia went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife.

She looked at her daughter and muttered, "I’m sorry, my little girl. I have to do this. I know you can’t save me, so I will save myself and go to heaven in Goddess of the Sun’s embrace."

With those words, Anastasia butchered her daughter’s body and separated her into six pieces; her head, four limbs, and her torso.

She followed the story and decided to bury each of her body parts in different spots, starting with her left leg which she buried near the gate entrance, her torso which she buried behind the kitchen, and her right leg which she buried next to the flower garden.

Anastasia buried Aria’s hands in two separate graves in the vegetable garden to act as a fertilizer, and lastly, her head...

She was thinking of the best place to bury it. She didn’t want her daughter to be resurrected, so she planned to feed her head to the wild dogs before burying her.

Anastasia walked down the road to the forest behind the mansion, searching for wild mutts who would help her chew her daughter before she buried her.

"I’ve seen so many wild mutts here before. Where are they?" Anastasia continued pacing through the forest, searching for wild mutts who would tear Aria’s head apart, and so all Anastasia had to do was bury her skull or just let her skull rot under the sun.

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Meanwhile, Aria was floating in the darkness. She was in a limbo that she knew very well because this was the same place where she usually met with Madam Harsetti.

She closed her eyes as the memory of her death enveloped her.

’Betrayed and killed by my own mother... I didn’t know that would make me feel immense sadness and despair...’ Aria thought.

"It seems that you understand the true feeling of despair, little witch."

Aria opened her eyes instantly and saw Madam Harsetti with her signature big hat that covered half of her face, the devious smirk, and her cane gently tapping the floor.

"Madam Harsetti..." Aria muttered weakly. Usually, Aria would be very excited when meeting the Great Witch, because it was the sign that she had completed all of Madam Harsetti’s requirements to grant her an audience.

But not now.

What was the point of getting excited over this, when Aria was already dead?

"Why are you sad? Do you really think that mere poisons and knives would be able to kill you?" Madam Harsetti asked, and that statement quickly stole Aria’s attention.

She turned her head and asked, "Madam, does that mean I—"

"You will not die unless heaven punishes you."

"But how come I can’t do anything while my mother butchered my body? Why didn’t you help me, Madam?"

"First, you are meant to feel despair, and your mother’s action is your despair. Second, I am still your master, little witch. Why do I have to step in to protect you from your own incompetence?" Madam Harsetti scoffed. "This is the perfect time for you to finally become an ultimate witch. So I will resurrect you, and you know what you need to do to gain that extreme power, right?"

Aria nodded.

Of course, she needed to kill her mother. She just didn’t know when at that time.

However, since she had experienced the ultimate betrayal and despair, she had nothing else to hide. She wanted to kill that old hag with her own hands!

Madam Harsetti grinned, "Don’t worry. After doing what you have to do, I shall reward you with something that will complete your plan to finally have the cursed beast by your side."

"Then, I am ready! Please bring me back to life, Madam. I will avenge myself and finally turn into the ultimate witch!"