The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

When she returned to the village, Shathia was angry with her mother. Though time hadn't gone so far, it still seemed unsavory to come wearing my clothes out. Shatia's mother paid deep attention to her daughter with a worrying look on her face, as it was good to play outside but not to get hurt though. Shatia had also honestly admitted her fallacy this time, and she said she was sorry and bowed her head and apologized.

Then finally the knight woke up and explained the situation in the northern valley.

Apparently, the knight was the captain of a unit dispatched from the country, and because of his strange magic powers in the valley, he went there at the behest of a royal magician. And there they had an old man there, once a magician called Barbasa, but now an extremely evil man who had committed a great crime, who led Skeleton to overwhelm the knights. And when he was dying, he managed to get to this village, where he seemed to have been until he lost consciousness.

"You say that old man Barbasa... I'm sorry to hear about the extremely bad guy"

After her mother gave her new clothes and changed, Shatia was playing in the room again with Moffy. The adults apparently had to discuss the future with the knights, and the children were told to stay at home.

Having already solved the case, Shatia whined about it without interest, and Moffy, free of charge, had been reading books borrowed from Shatia. And I tilted my neck like I was curious about Shatia's statement.

"What's wrong? Shatia."

"No, it's nothing... I thought I'd lost a spare person."

He was a man who liked the witch because of him, but if he was a very bad man, he couldn't help but be taken by a knight. Shatia said that really unfortunately as she leaned against the window to see the view outside.

But this time he died because he had nothing to gain. Having met the old man Barbasa, it turns out that there is magic in using the demons, and that there are people like Barbasa who try to revive the witches. I might be able to see other witches again. I could hope for that.

Then the discussion led to a few young people from the village and a knight heading to the northern valley. Apparently he tried Barbasa again, and they all left the village with weapons with unfamiliar hands. Shatia thought lightly that she would just encounter Barbasa, who was fainting anyway, and didn't think very heavily. But Moffy, who headed to the valley to his father, looked so worried that Shatia went out with him to play to calm her down.

Eventually, a few hours later, the knights and villagers returned, and the knight had taken Barbasa in captivity. After all, the knight assumes that Barbasa failed the ritual and destroyed herself, as Shatia thought, and will continue to return to the country. He also said he was going to give him some kind of gratuity or something, but Shatia didn't listen to it, who thinks anything other than magic matters.

Then there was peace again in the village, but only a few days later, visitors appeared again in the village. An old man wrapped in a green dusty robe and covered his eyes with a hood on his long beard. The old man, who also looked like such a beggar, visited the village and offered to the village chief to stay only one night.

The villagers were quickly concerned about the suspicious old visitor and gathered at Walla Walla and the village chief's house.

"Ho, this is rare... are you a wise man"

Shathia and Moffy also gathered at the village chief's house to observe the old man from the front door. And she soon found out it was a wise man and smiled funny.

"Sage? How many soles"

"I would have read it in this previous book. The magicians who possess a particularly good magic power and are the best in magic."

I would have explained this to Moffy, who asks me doubtfully, Shathia explained with a grudge.

Unlike regular magicians, a wise man possesses extravagant strength. It is said that its power is comparable to that of God, and that it allows for various things, such as dialogue with nature and communication of will with animals.

Although it is not generally known what existence is technically a sage, Château quickly discerned himself as a sage from the slight magic that is leaking from the old man.

Shatia has only met with Sage a few times when she was a witch in her lifetime, and since she is also one of the best in magic guidance, Sage and Witch are not that close. There was also dissatisfaction as to why the sage was not hostile to him by man when he was of the same kind from the witch Shathia, but he gave up somewhere that he had no choice but to say so.

And after being evicted from the village chief's house, Shathia wondered if she could manage to meet with the wise. For Shatia, who wants to know all sorts of magic, the ancient magic used by the wise man was of more interest than anything else.

We thought it would be a good night for everyone to sleep if we were to aim, and Shatia fell asleep in bed early. And when it was midnight and I got out of the room, I went out the window with floating magic to the village chief's house. Magically open the window, not the front door, and break into it. Then there he removed his hood and an old sage man with a gentle face greeted Shatia.

"Mm, were you aware of my existence?

"Well done. deviant."

Shatia, who was on heightened alert, showed a slightly surprising bare gesture, but the wise old man smiled gently and called on Shatia. Deciding that apparently there is no hostility, Shatia lowers her hips over the futon as she was told.

"Deviation, huh? It's weird to say that inside."

"What do you call someone like you who is a person of the Lord, but who possesses non-standard magic, without calling him that? Well, I can't tell you about anyone else."

That said the wise old man took out two wooden cups. Nothing was in there, but a warm cup of tea quickly appeared in that cup when the old man cast some spell with his cane. Shatia opens her eyes in amazement at the magic. Anyway, I've never seen magic like making tea before.

Shatia drank her tea while carefully observing the cup she was given. I barely knew the taste.

"Do... who is your Lord? No, who is that soul stained with?

"Kukuk, boulders are wise men. Can you tell me that much? but too bad. I'm a coward. Not so gentle as to bother to name it."

I don't have a problem with another name, but Shatia didn't reveal herself to me as a witch, just in case. For once in this world, I live as a village girl, Shathia, so I don't want to do anything that leaks who I am. Because if they find out, they might hate you again.

That's what they said, but the wise old man didn't show how he cared anything, and he zeroed his grin with a gentle face as usual.

"Right. Well, I don't mind... let's just name it. I haven't told the villagers, but it's Vezar the Wise. Please keep it a secret."

Vezar, the wise man, was secretive, and he named Shathia so with a nail. Apparently he doesn't want others to know he's too wise again. Shatia thought that I had taught Moffy but well it would be okay and made her nod her face.

"Why did such a wise man come to this neighbouring village?

Chatea asked as she drank the tea served and swallowed her own hair dripping over her shoulders.

Sage doesn't show up in public very often. Sometimes they hide who they are and blend into the crowd. Shatia had doubts that such a mystical sage of existence had come to such a mere village.

Vezar began talking with a potpourri with one hand holding a cane, rocking a cup of tea he had drunk up to half.

"The prophecy has led us here... and there seems to be some evil in the northern valley."

When I heard Vezar say it, Shatia put her arms behind her head, either that or not interested. Barbasa would have already taken the knight. If it feels bad about Barbasa, the case has already been solved. But Vezar went on to say more.

"But that's not all. The northern valley is only the beginning... and soon history will shake again."

"Ho?

Shatia was surprised at the continuation of the prophecy and showed a slight bare gesture of interest. Wake up your body and bring your face closer to Vezar, listening firmly to avoid leaking words.

"I mean, what's going on?

"I can't even say the prophecy is absolute...... but the world is full of chaos now that [the seven witches] are gone. Soon the world will be wrapped up in the vortex again"

Vezar said there would be another war in the near future. Fighting over demonic and human territory, rubbing between the fae, awakening of the dragons. There will be chaos again. Once upon a time, the Seven Witches were one of that mess again. But not anymore. Shathia shook her eyes somewhere sad to wonder if the world would go wild again and there would be no dispute.

"Kuk, humans don't stop fighting, and the Demons have high pride. The Fae also look down on the others, and all the dragons wake up... it's something that won't go away, what is contention?"

"Master Left, but that's not what you have to do. Non, etc. just hope there will be a little less grieving..."

Vezar was in tune with Shathia's words and waved lightly with his cane. Then a patchouli and sphere of light could be played from the wand, and a small myriad of spheres of light lit up in the room. It was also floating around the chateau, and when I touched it properly, it could play and disappeared.

"Magic guides confuse people. With great power you can no longer see underfoot, clouding your mind... sadness."

Beating the cane to the floor with a ton, Vezar extinguished the sphere of light that had been lit. As the lights went out, Château saw Vezar giving a very sad look. He was hiding with his beard, but he did see his tender face stained with sadness.

"What does the Lord want with all that magic? Wealth? Power? Is that money again?

"... Me?

Besides, Vezar asked Chhathia about that. Shatia puts the cup she had on the floor and squeezes her hand hard. And when I smiled slightly, I replied forcefully.

"My hope is an endless quest for magic. Extreme, know, and taste all the magic of this world. That's all."

Shatia said so with dignity as she spread her arms.

Those eyes sparkle like a girl. No, originally Shatia is a girl. But Vezar looked like a grown woman with long silver hair for a moment. powerful magic, and it emits a great presence as if it were a mountain. I saw it in such an unreachable existence. And Vezar gets hacked and goes back to sanity and looks at the girl in front of him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Oh, I'm greedy. One life is not enough, greedy."

In fact, Shatia said she was put in a predicament. She was reincarnated and got a second life. That is like bending the reason of the world, but Shatia thought she would have done the same, even if she was about to die with the witch's life expectancy as it was. At least she wasn't going to die unless she could explore the magic guide until she was satisfied.

"... Well, then it's time for me to let you go. It was fun inside, talking to you."

Then after talking to each other for a while, Shatia realized it was time for the sun to rise and decided to go home before her mother woke up. Stand up from the futon and wave to Vezar to the window.

"Um, Noon hasn't had a pleasant conversation in a long time either. If I can, I want to be like you again somewhere."

"Until then, if only we were alive."

Vezar also smiled and waved and said so with regret. Shathia returns that word with a smile.

Best of all, the wise man is extremely guided by the devil, but therefore longevity, and Shatia still has no immediate death for the child. Maybe we'll see each other. With that in mind, Shatia jumped out the window and went back home with floating magic. With that back dropped off, Vezar slowly closes the window and leaks the word.

"... strange kid. You look so young, you've got a style that's older than you are."

Vezar thought it was a rare way to talk from the time we met, but by talking to Château, she realized it was really a vegetarian way to talk. And the atmosphere and physical hips were clearly older than Vezar's, which made her feel more like she was not a normal girl.

Vezar thinks. Who was the girl who came down to herself tonight? Maybe he's a creature made of the magic the Spirit made him use? Are you another child of the Spirit? What if he's the same sage? I don't know the answer. But I thought Vezar would remember that girl until she died.

"That said, there was a continuation of the prophecy... when the earth stained red and the colour disappeared from the sky, [the seven witches] gathered again..."

Vezar hadn't told anyone yet, he whined about the continuation of the prophecy that only he knew.

Prophecy says that the world is once again caught in a vortex of chaos. But the fact remains that the dead witches will be gathered again. Considering that the confusion would spread before the war if this was known, Vezar did not spread that prophecy alone. But how will the witches, who should have died fulfilling it, come back to life again? Is that a resurrection ritual? Is that reincarnation magic again? If you used such magic, maybe the witches have already survived as children in this world? Vezar thinks so.

"No way, dude..."

For some reason, Vezar thought of Shathia earlier. Beautiful silver hair stretched to the waist, white skin like snow, its body is small as it is likely to fly away somewhere, its eyes are clear to look everywhere. For some reason from her like that, Vezar was feeling signs of a witch. But soon he thought it would be a mistake, and after a small sigh he moaned his beard. And when he drank the tea he had left, he lay down on his bed to sleep another night.