My heart disappeared and my whole body became cold.
In fact, she was able to fight to the death just now, even though she was unprepared to withstand a blow from an A-level participant.
Even without the summoning crystal, she still has the power to resist.
Although I don’t know if it can be killed, I can still take action.
But she didn't do that.
She just kept thinking about one thing in her mind.
"I...was...betrayed again."
The witch can no longer remember the first memory clearly.
But based on her rough memory of age, it should have been more than four hundred years ago.
Yes, that's right, she has lived for more than four hundred years.
Memories from childhood, the nightmare world at first.
More than four hundred years ago, the most terrifying thing was happening where she was.
Witch hunt.
Those were simply the darkest times.
Betrayal, betrayal, indecency and cruelty constitute the initial hell.
For example, an ordinary woman who had done nothing was arrested and tortured to confess that she had been a prostitute...,
She tortured 104 children to death, including three of her own children, and she dug them out of their graves.
One part is boiled in a pot and finally eaten, and the other part is processed into plasters and other sorcery reagents.
Finally, the leg bones were made into flutes.
In fact, she is just an ordinary woman.
However, that era was like this, darker than this...
Hundreds and thousands.
Fragments of the witch's memory surfaced in her hazy mind at the moment.
At that time, she was just a little girl.
All I see is a world of unaccompanied people and a cruel hell.
Hunting is incredibly easy.
All you need is a whistleblower letter, it's that simple.
You have a grudge, you are hated by others, or you are framed as a witch because you are beautiful.
Welcome the brutal forced confession... and then die.
It's that simple.
Everyone is in danger, constantly informing and exposing each other is like a plague that cannot be stopped.
The witch felt that her breathing had stopped, and she saw the night sky of the night battle scene through the gap between her closed eyes.
She was very scared, seeing betrayal with her own eyes, and the hell that followed the betrayal.
She was extremely frightened.
Afraid of being betrayed and framed as a witch, and then being caught by those people...
What happened next? What happened next?
Her heartbeat stopped for a minute, her pupils began to dilate, and she suddenly asked herself something she couldn't remember.
By the way, at that time, when she was still a little girl, she was still included in the category of 'food' in the testimony forced by those women.
She relied on picking up garbage for a living and desperately wanted to leave.
Then he was picked up by an old woman, a real witch, and brought home.
The witch thought she had found her family at that time.
A simple house hidden in the woods, made of black sheepskin of unknown significance, with a small drawer filled with books.
I kept simmering around for something every day, and finally ended up with a pot of waste liquid and kept cursing.
This is the old woman, the so-called ridiculous witch who really "knows witchcraft" in that era.
Every day, the witch has to do a lot of dirty and hard work to take care of the old woman.
But the witch felt at ease, she felt she had found a home.
Until one night when she was ten years old, the old woman held a knife and walked towards her sleeping body with a strange smile.
Because she thought bathing in the blood of a ten-year-old girl could restore her youth.
She was betrayed.
She considered her 'family' that she had lived with for several years.
If, at that time, I had not been involved in the night battle and became a participant.
She should be dead.
With the blessing of magic energy, the old woman became extremely fragile and was unable to stop her from escaping.
Then, with doubt and fear, she slowly discovered her abilities.
Something condensed in her heart, but she didn't know anything at the time.
She relied on her weak abilities to survive in the darkest era of the Middle Ages.
But, slowly, she found herself...
It doesn't seem to grow up.
A long time passed, and she still looked ten years old.
Then she was attracted by the friend who always played with her in the village where she settled...
Reported.
She was told that she was a witch who made a deal with the devil.
Soldiers rushed into the village and planned to capture her.
On the ruins, the witch's pupils gradually dilated, her heart no longer supplied blood, and her oxygen disappeared, and she smelled death for the first time.
But in contrast, those memories that she usually couldn't remember emerged one by one.
Relying on her ability, she used magic to escape.
But she doesn't understand, why?
That was obviously her friend that she had played with for several years, and she watched her grow up.
They once ran in the fields and forests, laughing.
At that time, she thought it was hell as a child.
An old woman's scam.
It's all gone from her, it's just a nightmare she once had.
But the moment she saw the soldiers, she realized that she had never woken up from the nightmare.
Then...
The next village to stay in.
Ten years.
She stood on the scaffold and looked at all the villagers throwing rubbish at her.
Why?
Obviously I have helped you, whether it was driving away the wolves or ensuring the harvest.
I've helped you all.
Why did you betray me?
And then the next one...
Next..
Next.
Down...
No matter how hard she tries to fit in every time, no matter how much she helps those people.
In the end, what greeted her was betrayal.
Just like the scary and simple ones she saw when she was a child,
betray.
Because she always looks ten years old, over time, those who have been helped by her,
He betrayed her easily and simply.
Report her to the lord and the church.
Said she was a witch who traded her life with the devil.
Then, finally one time, I was enveloped by the fear of witch hunting when I was a child, fearing that I would become the kind of "witch" who would be captured.
The witch takes action for the first time...
Killed those who gathered around the stake.
And that probably started from that time.
The witch is broken.
Who will catch her, who will betray her,
She will kill anyone.
The strength begins to grow, the spirit begins to collapse,
The witch keeps killing everyone who betrays her and wants to kill her.
Because a little girl's voice in her heart always told her in fear.
Definitely don't get caught.
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The witch who had seen the miserable appearance of those women when she was a child told herself this.
Then he kept being hunted and killed.
Then she was feared by people, saying she was no longer a witch.
It is said that she has completely become a witch who made a deal with the devil and gained power.
This is what a witch is called a witch.
The hiding witch collapsed in the killing
finally...
Feeling lonely.
Then, she forcibly suppressed the power of her heart and slowed its function.
Although insignificant,
But it took about a hundred years.
She finally grew up and became what she is now.
Longing for companionship, longing for crowds,
She comes into contact with human society again.
With an appearance worthy of her name as a witch, she was quickly admired by others.
Just when she happily thought that she had finally received the promise of love.
When I plan to deepen my contact with people and return to human society.
The young man who loved her took her to the lustful and greedy lord.
Then he dropped her, took the gold coins, looked at her guiltily and left.
She was betrayed again.
Why?
Don't you love me?
Why did you betray me!?
The emotion of betrayal shattered her reason and awakened the memory of the witch's past.
Ah, as expected, humans can't do it.
People will always betray me.
The witch remembered that from that time on, when she walked out of the blood-covered lord's castle, she decided...
Make a ‘doll’ to accompany yourself.
Find someone who suits your heart, infuse it with magic power, implant a brand, and enchant the spirit.
Look, the doll that will never betray you is made.
It turns out that from that time onwards, the witch was completely broken.
She had an abnormally charming smile and the ‘dolls’ who accompanied her.
Became a witch.
It has been a long time till now.
He should be dying soon,
Ah, is this what death feels like?
Anyway, in the end even the 'doll' she made to accompany her betrayed her.
Then it doesn't matter if you die like this.
So she didn't do anything like struggling to the death.
Feeling that her consciousness could no longer move, the witch gradually lost her awareness of her body.
She sleepily accepted the end of her long life.
Finally, I thought of the hell I watched when I was a kid.
Do those women feel this way in the end...?
...
..
.
Warmth suddenly spreads.
An incredible feeling appeared on the witch, and she became confused and had a weak consciousness.
What is this? It’s so comfortable...
Then she felt herself being hugged tightly.
A soft and simple voice sounded in her ear. After hesitation and silence, it sounded like she had made a lot of determination.
"If...I will never betray you, will you help me?"
No one knew how big a fluctuation was going on in the consciousness of the witch who had been betrayed for more than four hundred years for the first time.
Her consciousness slowly came back, but she was still sleepy, but she tried to smile.
He got close to that person's ear,
He opened his mouth and whispered softly...
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***The author has something to say***
Yesterday, I saw a book review posted by a book friend named Anz Ooal Gown. It said a lot of things that the author wanted to express. This is the first time that a book friend has expressed his intentions and views on the story so accurately.
, this book review moved the author extremely,
But I don’t know what happened. Just when the author wanted to add more content and save it, it was suddenly deleted. It was very strange. Could it be that there were banned words?
Also, I am destined to run out of time today, so I will post one chapter first and save the remaining chapter for posting at noon.
This time, there are absolutely zero manuscripts saved. The author who is always full of classes is kneeling down...
