The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

The place where Shatia was guided by Road Skeleton was a cave in the back of the mountain. Slightly chilly and quiet with no signs of organisms around.

Shatia stopped in large measure when she came to the front of the cave. Road skeleton next door. All of the Sorcerer Skeletons remain in custody at Needle Mountain, so they are not followed.

"Oops, should I put it down in disguise for once"

Shathia decided to disguise herself, thinking that if she was seen by a boulder, it might be a lot of trouble. After looking around with a circle, she nods with confirmation and hangs the magic she has on herself. Then the figure of Shatia blurred as the fog hung, and the next time she showed up, there stood an adult woman with long silver hair.

"Do you need to change your hair color on purpose? Hmm, you look completely different when you were a witch. I had this feeling a long time ago... Boo, Boo, Boo"

Shatia zeroed that feeling as she looked down at her disguised figure.

Actually, when I was a witch, Shatia was a pretty glamorous woman. He really looked like he would seduce people, and since there were neglected points he said so, he wore clothes with the same exposure as underwear, except for hats, on the grounds that it was easy to move. Because of that, Shatia had the impression that she was a really bad witch.

But now the disguised Chateau figure is in slender shape, and the clothes he is wearing are also cloth-free cloth clothes that have grown as they were when he was a child. Rather than an adult, the young girl grew up a little and grew up, only to vary degrees.

"It's not like I'm aware of it... but maybe when my child grows up, he'll look like this."

Chatier felt fresh the opposite of her lifetime and looked like she was having some fun. And then we made sure that the hallucinogenic magic was working, and we finally stormed into the skeletons' conductors.

"Well, we're ready, and we're finally going to hit the enemy? If you can, I hope there's someone with some interesting magic I don't know... Can you show me? Road Skeleton"

"Ghu......"

This time Shatia came all the way to the cave, which is also cause for concern, but the fact is she was interested in those who manipulated the skeletons. Powerful enough to manipulate the powerful Sorcerer Skeletons and even place their leader's Road Skeletons under their command. What kind of power is that? Is it magic again? It was there that Shatia attached the utmost importance. So she goes deep into the cave that lies ahead. Believe me, there is something there that satisfies me.

Once inside the cave there was a long passage. I can tell that there are still footprints and that they have come and gone several times. Shatia, in large part, raised her fingers to form a small fireball. But even that little sphere of fire brightened the passage enough so that we could see ahead.

Shatia keeps going to put it down. Eventually I went to the place where I opened it. It was a somewhat mysterious place decorated like an altar on a high ceiling.

"... who is it?

And there was an old man at the center of the space. A man with big eyes popping up on his wrinkled face, skinny as a dead man. Such an old man wrapped his black robe around him and slowly looked back and asked him so when he noticed that Shatia had appeared.

"What a terrible thing to enter this sacred place without permission. You know how important this place is?

"No, I'm sorry. I've never been out of a village much. I want you to take a big look."

The old man glances at the sudden appearance of Shatia with hostility, but in contrast, Shatia walks over to the altar with little vigilance and answers to swallowing.

A platform surrounded by flaming columns, like a coffin, but placed. Shatia spotted out that she would probably perform some sort of ritual.

"By the way, I met this thing while I was walking in the valley, and it was something you were manipulating?

"... you left Road Skeleton?

"Come on, what do you think?

The old man asked the opposite question to Shatia's question, and Shatia did not deny or affirm it merely with a grin on the question.

The old man sees about the road skeleton Shatia is taking with him. Worn out, there are traces in the armor as if pierced by something. Because the woman in front of her didn't even think she was a swordsman, the old man felt terrified about Shatia, who didn't know what to do.

"Woman, are you from the Knights? Are you one of the knights the last time you came back?

"I see, was that knight fighting you? I'm pretty sure you're the one I'm looking for."

"Shit... why don't you answer the question"

Now Shatia didn't answer the old man's question, she just nodded convinced herself. The old man feels frustrated by the unclear language, but still does not immediately launch an attack.

If a woman really has enough power to leave the Road Skeleton, she must be vigilant. The old man slipped slightly to the side and proceeded with the conversation, paying attention to the distance from Shatia.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to stop Non's noble plan?

"Ho, plan? I want you to tell me what you're planning and what you're doing."

Finally Shatia returns her decent thoughts and the old man smiles slightly. He raised his nose as if he were so confident or proud of his lofty plan. Shatia was also shatia and curious, so she was fine in the middle of such an enemy formation and showed room to talk to the old man.

"Kukuk, you want to know?... Then I'll tell you."

The old man suddenly lifted his guard and opened his mouth wide as if to show off the altar with his hands crossed, placing his hands on the platform.

"Non's plan is to resurrect the witches who have been destroyed by the abominable brave to the world again and create a dark world!!!

The old man declared so high as he looked up at the ceiling. Shatia unwittingly wraps her arms around her and enjoys the fact that she is about to blow out.

Anyway, one of the witches who is about to revive it is herself. What a complicated mood, but Shatia only showed a sober bare gesture and leaked her breath as impressed.

"Ho..."

"Ask the wonderful witches to create the ideal world of witchcraft! Both ignorant and stupid people will disappear... Kukukuk, that wish will come true soon! In this resurrection ritual!!

That's what the old man said as he turned his hand to the altar on his side, so Chhathia gained certainty that this was still a ritual of resurrection.

Nevertheless, he is a very impressive man for a human being, and Shatia alters her perception. We thought that witches were just hated by humans, but there are people who worship witches. That made Shatia feel so emotional.

"Kuk, can a woman like you tell? How wonderful the witches are and how divine they are..."

The old man, mistakenly surprised to see Shatia's reaction, told a story he didn't quite understand like he was bragging. Somehow Shatia felt itchy and embarrassed when she heard the words.

For her unfamiliar with being praised, there was once something troubling about how to react when she was told she was such a wonderful person. Put your hands on her mouth so she doesn't laugh for now, and she fixes her smile.

"No..."

And after the old man's bragging, Shatia finally opened her mouth as she slowly lowered her hands and showed her face. His eyes sparkled, and there was a verse somewhere delightful.

"That's a really great plan! So, who are you resurrecting? You're a chatty fantaretta, huh? You're a cloak doing all sorcery research? As far as I'm concerned, I want him to come back to life..."

Shathia asked the same question while forgetting about the vigilance and stuffing the old man. State the names of the other witches one after the other, giving the old man a surprised look.

The old man was puzzled. A woman who hasn't even grown up like this mentioned the names of slurs and witches. And what did I get wrong, I assumed that Shatia was also a witch worshipper again.

"Ho ho, you're impressed with you young. I didn't know you knew the name of [Seven Witches]..."

"Um, well, I had a lot of chances to know."

The old man said those words when he saw Shathia, who had completely lost his hostility, and nothing like the tension earlier between the two of them was gone. Road Skeleton, who stood starkly at the entrance, also pulled himself aside as bewildered.

"However, it is not those who are the first to revive Non..."

The old man said so with one finger up, and when he turned his face toward the altar, he walked toward you. Shatia asks what's going on on on the spot as it is, and she doesn't have a hard time doing anything. On the contrary, he even wanted to see the ritual of resurrection.

The old man stopped in front of the coffin and opened his mouth with his eyes toward Shathia as he touched the coffin.

"It is the [Witch of Wisdom] Shatifar, the legend who led the other six witches, who revives Noh!!!

It took a moment for Shatia to understand the word. I didn't think it was my former name that came out, and I stared proudly at the old man with his nose high.

And finally I knew I was the one trying to revive her, and she felt unspeakably complicated again.

"Ooh..."

"You are comparable to a wise man who takes the lead of the other witches and has the magic that has been plucked out among them!! Oh, Master Shatifar, let us bring you back to life now!

With lukewarm eyes, the old man spoke that way to the ceiling with a sweet voice so that he could be in love. But the fact is that the Shatifar is a young girl because she uses hallucinogenic magic in front of an old man. She is the witch Shatifar. Shatia gave a bitter look as she looked at the skipping old man.

I'm honestly glad you worship me about yourself. There are places that I think have gone a little too far and gathered magic vegetables from the mountains for resurrection, but if you meditate on them, he is a good man for the witch. But Shatifar will not be resurrected here, where he has performed the ritual of resurrection. Because it already exists.

There was no reason for them to believe me when I told them, and Shatifar held his head wondering what was going on. In doing so, the old man began to prepare for the ritual of resurrection, and began to take the wand and magic it into his hands.

"Now is the time! This is the resurrection of the mightiest witch, Lady Shatifar!!

The old man sends a large amount of magic into his wand, converting the magic vegetables that Skeletons have collected into magic. From the altar a light began to leak, divinely shining. Road Skeleton retreats into fear and hides behind the cave. Even as wind pressure struck from the altar, Shatia remained standing on the spot, staring at the old man in vain.

Well, what do we do? How do we get the old man to stop the ritual? It is visible to fail where the ritual has been carried out as it is. Then should I direct you to resurrect the other witches? But it would be hard to convince that old man of high faith. Then why don't we just let him pass out? With such a noise in mind, Shatia decided to speak up for now.

"Hey, I'll be careful for once, but you better stop it"

"Huhaha! It's too late to stop now!!

Shatia waves and so rings the voice of restraint, but the old man doesn't try to stop it. He was unwilling to listen to any outsiders at the earliest opportunity in order to fulfill his memorial purpose.

A gust winds, and the altar is surrounded by that wind. Shathia lost her escape, but she approached the center of the altar so that she would not be stirred by the wind without showing a great deal of haste, in the same energetic weather.

The wand of the old man shines, and he casts a spell on it and strikes it to the ground. And the light flew away like it could bounce, and the wind disappeared. The altar also loses its light, and once the area is surrounded by silence.

The old man smiled as he distorted his wrinkled face thinking the ritual had been a success. But coming out of the coffin was like a black liquid hand.

"Hey, what is this...!?

The old man was surprised that a black creepy object had emerged, not a chatty foul, and pulled it off the spot with a butt cake. As the old man fled to Shatia's side, Shatia sighed small and stared at that black object.

At first, that black object, whose hands were the only ones out of the coffin, eventually put the leg-like object out as well, and appeared on a two-legged foot walk, just like a human. But there was nothing in it that could be recognized as a face, and I had a strange outfit that I didn't even think was a demon with only my hands and feet growing out of a black object.

"Oh, boy, you've summoned me"

"What do you mean?!? Non must have tried to revive Master Shatifar!? Oh, what is that black thing!!?

Obviously I don't see him as a chatty foul. Besides, the old man appealed his doubts with his fingers pointed open. Shatia looked as troublesome as ever and slowly began to explain when she paid for the hair she had hung on her forehead.

"The rite of resurrection will summon an evil soul if you don't follow the right steps...... an evil creature gathered with hatred, resentment, jealousy, negative only emotions that said so"

A black creature reacted with Pickle. As soon as he did, his body protruded and changed, his arms as thick as a whole, his feet as sharp as dragons, and the part that was his torso tore in two into the shape of his mouth, which turned into a monster figure.

"Welcome, evil spirit. If I go back to the afterlife without doing anything, I will do nothing either. But if you want to do harm, let me handle it accordingly."

Shatia said that to the black monster, the evil spirit, as she bowed politely. I don't know if that word makes sense, but the evil spirits made him wield his body with a crocodile and emerge a black needle from all over his body the next moment. Shatia avoided the needle that had stretched straight out, and the old man who was behind him rushed to hide in the shadows and do it.

Chattier smiles small as she gently fingers the needle next to her just a few centimeters.

"I received a no response. Well, let me try again."

Creating a grip all the time, Shatia waved down momentum when she could put her best magic into it. Then a wave of magic was emitted from Shathia's fist, which seemed to be shelling, and the evil spirit was swallowed by it and reduced to the rocky wall far behind the altar.