Operation Red Book

Joshua's pupils tightened. He wanted to speak up to warn Bell who was unaware of the situation, but the pain in his throat came like mushrooms after rain, blocking the roar in his throat.

Countless golden rays emanated from the amethyst, stimulating Joshua's eyes.

His eyeballs felt dry and itchy, and he felt that his eyes must be full of red bloodshot.

In the alternation of black and white, the figures of the two witches appear alternately.

Bell was motionless, his feet had left the ground, and his loose wool curls swayed in the wind like a bunch of fluttering burgundy flags.

The brim of Beatrice's tasseled hat was blown open, revealing her eyes filled with hatred and anger.

A snake-like hoarse curse came out from the red lips, evil and creepy.

To an ordinary person like Joshua, this sound is no different from drinking poison, and I believe it is the same for you and me.

She held her wand high, and the amethyst, emitting an ominous glow, slowly tilted toward Bell in front of her.

Golden and purple points of light converged on the top of the amethyst, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Beatrice was about to cast a vicious spell on Belle.

"No! Ms. Bell will die!" Joshua yelled in his heart.

He squinted his eyes and looked behind him, feeling extremely eager to see a golden-haired figure flash before his eyes.

But the back was already covered by an even darker black fog. Not to mention a blurry figure, it was doubtful whether there was enough air in that place.

The marble-like golden purple color gathered more and more, and the light ball on the top of the amethyst became bigger and brighter.

Anxiety, sadness, fear, irritability...all kinds of emotions swelled in Joshua's heart, like a golden-purple ball of light ready to burst forth.

Bell is experiencing the warning of death, Ivy is waiting for the unknown awakening, and the lives of other people in SCO are also uncertain...

Joshua knew he couldn't wait any longer.

The burden of fate came silently, giving Joshua a silent snap of the fingers, and carrying him towards the darkness ahead.

The lightsaber in his hand lit up again, illuminating the road ahead.

As if it was God's silent reminder, Joshua clenched the lightsaber in his hand, gritted his teeth, faced the wind, and trotted towards the white figure.

"boom--"

A golden-purple beam of light burst out from the top of the amethyst, illuminating Beatrice's crazy eyes.

“Sizzle—sizzle—”

The lightsaber that came from nowhere just blocked the direction of the magic. The blue-purple electric light crackled, and Joshua's determined eyes shone at this moment.

"Go away, you bastard! Bell Cruz must die first!"

Beatrice's sharp teeth gleamed coldly as she spoke viciously.

"This is SCO! I am also SCO! Our purpose is to protect others to the best of our ability!"

Joshua's hands were shaking slightly as he turned the power of the lightsaber to maximum.

"Disgusting! Your hypocritical behavior is exactly like Bell Cruz!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Beatrice's eyes, and the magic wand wrapped in golden light slowly pushed forward.

"Even if I die, I will not let you hurt others at will in Johns Newspaper Office!"

A bean-sized bead of sweat fell on his eyelids. Joshua shrugged his sweaty nose. His flaxen curly hair was wet with sweat.

He held on to the lightsaber in his hand tightly, and his trembling feet were pushed hard and slowly slid backwards.

The witch's powerful magic is not comparable to that of a lightsaber, and this is not a solution.

But what else could he do? Joshua had already prepared himself to be hit by the dark magic.

It's no big deal. At most, you will die and become a soul. You will be taken away by the god of death and go to hell or heaven...

Maybe I can even meet the purple-haired Grim Reaper that Ivy mentioned. In this way, Ivy will have a chance to be rescued, and I can rest in peace under Six Feet Under (six feet underground, equivalent to "nine springs" in Chinese context, written this way because Billie Eilish's song is damn good)...

The golden-purple light beam was getting closer, while the bluish-purple electric light was getting less and less. The "sizzling" sound of the collision between the two light beams was getting louder and louder. The man and the lightsaber were about to reach their limit.

"Maybe this is the end..."

Joshua closed his eyes in despair, allowing the golden-purple light to illuminate his thin face.

Suddenly, there was a light touch on my shoulder, as gentle as a feather or a breeze.

"AKTOMRR GRIBRIDIO——"

Belle's soft voice came, so close that it was like a sigh in Joshua's ear.

The spell instantly turned into a firm and powerful transparent hand, blowing Joshua's hair at the temples like a midsummer breeze.

"what--"

A sharp scream came from the witch opposite, and the golden-purple light in front of him was replaced by a milky white.

Joshua did not open his eyes. He felt the cool summer breeze pushing his back and sending him to the other direction.