The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

Possessive magic. The magic of possessing the soul of one by another or object. It is a magic that is as contraindicated as reincarnation magic, and a highly difficulty magic in which the recoil is intense and inactivated where the normal sorcerer has spoken.

Furthermore, possessive magic can only be possessed if the conditions are strict, and if it is someone who is deeply involved with the user, or if it is something that was worn without leaving the skin. If it failed, there was also a danger that the soul would disappear and never be able to possess again. Some used such forbidden magic when they were dying.

And as a result, he lost his body, and his new body was broken.

The meat is torn apart, the body is torn apart, and even the magic of the roots does not flow correctly. Even as she became such a blood-stained body, she was forced to move her fibers out of hatred and obsession and rose with tears of blood.

His name is Emerald the Innocent Witch. She is a beautiful girl with the cleanest heart among witches.

"Ghahahahaha!! I got this village. Ah!!!

A village was burned by fire, and one man on the tallest roof proclaimed so in high spirits. A man with a glued face with demonic glitter gear on his shoulder on his brown skin. He was the leader of one of the bandits, this time attacking one of the villages by the river.

"Brother, no! I had this hungry weirdo!!

"Stop! Give it back!! That's my precious treasure!!

One of the skinny, dry bandits brought him in grabbing the boy's clothing collar and when he took something like a dagger from him, he threw it over to the leader who was on the roof. The leader received the dagger and gave it a serious look and a hazy look.

"This is an item with protection! Sell it and you'll be high!!

"Give it back!! It's my dad's shape...... give it back!!

Weapons, protective equipment, ornaments, etc., are known as protective devices for solving. Protected tools are equipped with special abilities and can protect you from evil objects or curses just by wearing them. Because those special items can be priced high among traders, they were a true treasure from the bandits.

The boy, deprived of his own father's form, complained so in tears. But the bandit leader jumped off the roof with a creepy grin and stopped by the boy's side, grabbing his cheek tightly.

"Boy, this world is so weak and strong. If you want to take this back from me, you'll come back strong. [M] Well, I wish I lived until then. Guhahahahahaha!!"

That's what he says as he spits and throws away, and the leader throws the boy. The little body of the boy was struck to the ground, and he cried remorsefully. Seeing it, the bandits make a dirty laugh.

"Ugh, why are you doing this..."

"Somebody... Somebody save the village..."

The villagers lined up next to the fence leaked so much grief.

The bandits who suddenly appeared burned the village and took all the gold objects. The men of the village were also killed, and the situation is truly hopeless. The boy rolling on the ground had also growled over and over again that this was a dream and had begun to escape reality.

That's when one girl emerged from the flames. He walks straight down the village aisle and continues to walk pale without flames or other objects. She was wearing a white robe from her head and could not worship its face. But oddly enough, the legs visible from the gap in the robe were barefoot, and she was walking barefoot down the road. That foothold is also somewhere weak, taking the trick of dragging one foot from time to time. But the bandits did not care, nor did they approach the girl who appeared alert.

"Whoa, lady, who are you? Village survivors? Then you want to die, you line up here."

One of the bandits approached the girl as she poked a knife. But the robe girl didn't respond to the bandit's orders, and she just stood there silently. Are you scared or confused? I can't even ask because my face is hidden in the robe.

"... is... hey"

"Oh? Did I say something?

A girl whines about something with a boss. But the words were too small to be heard. The bandit listens as he raises his voice to intimidate him about what it is. The next moment, the bandit's body blew up.

"You humans... why are you so dirty!!!

A storm, no, shelling was unleashed. The bandit's body flew through the universe and pierced the roof of the entire house as it blew up to the other side of the village. The bandits and villagers, who stared at it with dismay and could not keep up with their understanding, could not understand that it was what the girl had done.

The robe only makes the girl's face dew. There was a very beautiful and beautiful girl's face, with golden hair wrapped in a second room behind her, with blue eyes shining like the sea. There is a small nose and mouth on the face of the mandarin, creating a young atmosphere somewhere like a small animal. But such a girl's face was badly distorted. Most importantly, there were cracks in that beautiful face.

"Hey, what are you...!? That face, the hell..."

"Oh, hate. What a hater, human......! Yes, you humans always do. Kill your fellow countrymen fine, plunder them fine...... oh ugly!!

Not even listening to the words of the bandits or anything else, the girl with a crack in her face spat out that word like crazy while messing with her forehead.

Its eyes are clearly stained with madness and tells the story of a girl being abnormal. The bandits put up their weapons unexpectedly because of their horrific appearance.

"It's no use!!

The girl waves her arms when she sees the armed bandits. Then the shelling was fired, just like earlier. That's all the bandits in line blow up and lose shape. The remaining bandits immediately screamed and fled. But only the leader and the people around him will not escape. Immediately upon discerning that the girl was a magician, they laid down their weapons.

"Oh, my God, you're a magician! Damn, you guys fight!!

The bandits who held back beside the leader pull out their swords and attack the girl. Whether it was a piece of equipment with some kind of protection, the movement was so fast that it didn't go unnoticed. The relentless bandits stand up their swords. A sword pierced the body hidden in the girl's robe. But the girl doesn't scream. Guillotine and her eyes moved as she twisted herself in recoil.

"... ugh!? You, no pain!!?

"Ouch?... Oh, it hurts, doesn't it? Every time I look at your ugly behavior, my chest hurts a lot."

At the same time the girl pointed her palm at one of the bandits. The bandit's body is blown away by the magic shelling released from it, and the other remaining bandit immediately abandons his weapon and leaves the scene.

The girl, whose sword remained pierced, moved like a broken doll but held the pattern of the sword, forcing her to pull the sword out of her body. A lot of blood spills out and the girl's legs tremble weakly.

"Ugh, hate... all my friends have been killed because of you... to the cloaks, to the fantarettas... I will never see you again..."

The girl, who had been mad until earlier, suddenly cried out and collapsed on the spot. Tears like a truly grieving girl, wiping tears dripping down her cheeks with both hands. That was a really heartbreaking sight to watch, but there's a lot of blood coming from her chest like that. It was clearly an anomaly.

Why won't you die? and the leader of the bandit wonders. Indeed, the sword pierced. There is no appearance of using healing magic, and there seems to be no reason for using any special magic. Then the leader concludes that there is something wrong with the very structure of that body. And I ate my teeth bitterly.

"Damn...... you guys do it!!

"I can't see you... oh, I can't see you anymore... I can't see you..."

In any case, the attack is through. Then the leader of the bandit, who thought it would be good to skewer him and tear his body apart, led his people and attacked him in unison. On the verge of that sword tip piercing the girl's eyes, suddenly the girl's eyes are cut open. For a moment, those blue eyes stain black. And when I realized, the bandits couldn't get any movement.

"Freeze. And suffer forever."

The bandits stopped moving as if they were stoned. They are all solidified in that state with their eyes open and their arms out trying to pierce the sword. The villagers could only be dismayed by the strange phenomenon. Eventually, sadly, the girl stood up, wrapped her robe around her and covered her face with a hood.

Then again the girl went to the exit of the village whining like crazy bumps. It's like a storm, and when you think you suddenly show up, you pass away at some point.

While reclaiming the dagger of his father's shapes taken from him by bandits, the boy made the back of the girl who was leaving. At that time, the robe wobbled heavily and he looked. That the girl's body was white as pottery and truly inorganic as a doll.

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[Innocent Witch] Emerald. Known as a witch with a cleaner heart than anyone else, the only witch with a good heart who also interacts with some humans. But his eyes are cursed, and he has the terrible power to stone the beholder.

During his life he lived in that city in a cooperative relationship with the people of the city, but he was betrayed by the people of the city and crusaded by the brave.

"[Innocent Witch] Emerald...... it says good witch, then why did the brave man take you down?

"That must of course be because the humans in the kingdom decided it was a disturbing factor. Emerald was trusted only by some people, and in the end, many people saw him only as an object of fear."

Moffy, who was still reading the Witches' books today and at Shatia's house, asked such questions. In contrast, Shatia replied so by meditating her eyes as if she had troubled people.

Emerald was a witch who was desperately working among witches to make humans understand witches, a kind witch with a truly clean heart.

In fact, it was worth the effort and some people only, but they realized that witches were not bad beings, and they could interact with each other. But in the end, she was also betrayed by man and buried by the brave. That was a great shame for Shathia, the leader of the witches.

I believed in it, but the betrayal would have been very sad for her with a clean heart. If she had survived, how rough would her heart be? Just imagining that, Shatia felt horrible.

"Hey, what's a cursed eye? It says if you see anything, it will solidify..."

"It's not always active. It activates when Emerald's emotions are high or he learns to kill. I heard you had a problem with the devil at a very young age."

Good thing Moffy's a kid. Château told an old story about Perapella and Emerald.

Emerald's cursed eyes were equipped with the ability to stiffen those who saw them, and Emerald himself was a nasty curse that was completely out of control. Even the other witches could not break the curse, and in the end she was unable to look at people directly from time to time. Still, I didn't let that matter at all from the brightness of my time, should I say that boulders are innocent emeralds?

"He was a really good guy. All the witches were twisted and my strong... but he was the only one who always tried to make me laugh worried about everyone. You were a moodmaker."

With his eyes open and leaning against the window as usual, Shatia began to tell memorabilia that way. From Moffy's point of view, I wondered how she knew about that, but the kid's girlfriend didn't care much. I only asked to the extent that it did.

"... hmm?

Huh, Shatia felt strange signs. Instead of the usual naturally flowing magic, I felt some sort of disastrous, poisonous, disgusting magic. I look at her unexpectedly, and she looks out the window. But there is no big difference.

It was only slightly, and slightly shaken, to say that I felt the anomaly in the first place. Then it can be my fault. But Shatia's anxiety couldn't be wiped by it alone.

"Something... didn't feel right."

Shatia shrugged so as she made her expression rude.

I don't know what that anomaly was. Thanks for the feeling of the chest being moisturized, I was really curious Shatia thought to go ask the village chief, who had excellent intuition, if there was anything strange later.