Marcel is still dying, but Davina seems to have accepted her fate. She must die in order to be reborn.

Whether the harvest sacrifice can succeed or not, even the most experienced witch said that it is a half chance. Davina doesn't know whether to believe it or not.

Marcel was trembling all over. He seemed so sad that his trembling hands couldn't hold Davina. "No, there must be another way. It won't be such an end!"

Davina, his little witch, was brought to this situation by him. Marcel couldn't help thinking whether it was all because of his selfishness. If she had been sent away directly, would she be able to live safely and happily like an ordinary 16-year-old girl.

Davina's face was calm and incredible. She even placated marcel, "if so, if this is my duty, even if I really die, I have too much... I have Monique, I have Tim and you, who have been firmly guarding me since the moment I met... I feel very happy with you... I am very grateful to you, Marcel, thank you for saving me, really thank you! "

"... Davina..." Marcel choked and couldn't answer, "no, I beg you!"

Rebecca, don't look away. She doesn't want to force him, but she can't do Klaus's threat, Elijah's request, and her little niece who is not absolutely born. If her dear brother Klaus comes, I'm afraid this last farewell will be destroyed.

"Marcel, many people can't get all this even if they live to be 100..." Davina looked at Rebecca from Marcel's arms. She smiled, spread her arms, and her snow-white dress floated in the water, like a real witch, holy and pious, "then I'm ready!"

Sacrifice is also a sacrifice.