The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

"... to that extent, do you think the witch will die?

With his sword he was pierced through his chest, and Emerald looked up to heaven with Gacri and his back bent. But when I woke her up by moving only her face unusually, she asked Sherris that, glowing her eyes in a distortion.

Sherris is stunned. How many horrible magic witches can you say, if your body is pierced with a sword, you shouldn't be safe. Even though I say I had that idea, the witch in front of me shows no pain at all and comes with a chilling glance.

"Captain, please step back! We are here..."

Seeing the emerald safely pierced by the sword, the demons of Sherris' companions spoke so loudly that they came forward to shelter Sherris. But Emerald couldn't move at all when he saw them like that, and when he put his hands on his eyes, he smiled softly.

Thinking he was going to do something, Sherris immediately pulled out his sword and left the scene. But my people don't even move with Pickle while confronted by a witch. I give orders to pull on them because I think something is wrong, but I have no reaction. Unexpectedly, Sheri looked at Emerald. There Emerald was zeroing his kutsukutsu and evil laughter.

"To my men... what have you done?

"I just got a little sleep... well, I guess I'll never wake up again."

Emerald told the brutal truth when Sherris asked him to try. And pointing to the immobile demons, Sherris followed their fingers and saw them.

Sherris' men were solidified as if they had been stoned. There was no response at all to the call and it was as quiet as it was dead. Sherris saw it and clenched his teeth, squeezing the sword he had hard.

"I don't want you to be proud, Demons. It doesn't make a big difference from us witches where we were somewhat better at magic than humans. Both are equally dusty."

Emerald said that chilly to Sherris, who was in despair.

Sherris recognises it again. How horrible a witch is. The figure is similar to a human being, and its contents are completely different. It possesses such terrible power that it can be a monster.

There's no way I can beat something like this. That's what Sherris' intuition said.

"Oh... that's how you look at me as if you see a monster, too. Your king, the Demon King, has the same power... why do you persecute us with the brackets of witches?

Emerald looked sad to see how Sherris was doing again and told her so.

Why is there just some magic difference that frightens us so far? How can there be a difference in attitude so far with the mere existence of a witch when they have as much magic as their king? Emerald suffered from understanding. And I didn't even try to understand it at the earliest opportunity. Irrational human beings, demons who hate foreign objects, apart fae, they are equally stupid beings. Therefore, we must eliminate it.

"It has always been so. Born with inexplicable power, cursed by the devil... I have come to be seen as different from others. Scared, frightened, wanting to get along but stoned and scorned..."

Emerald raised his hand flat and squeezed gently to speak. The doll's body makes a crisp, powerless sound and tells the story of her sad appearance.

"I'm not going to tell anymore. If you're going to be inhibited, I'll push you up from me. to the dark bottom of the dark clouds."

Emerald put his magic into his clenched fist when he said so. It accumulates enough magic to vibrate the area.

At the earliest, Emerald didn't want others to understand the witch. I should have known with the people of the city once, but they betrayed Emerald at the human command of the kingdom and buried the witch at the hands of the brave. The event was more shocking to Emerald than death.

I don't want to be betrayed anymore, I don't want to be hurt. Because of that thought, Emerald doesn't try to make connections anymore. Anyway, because it's no use.

"The shackles of sin"

Emerald runs his fingers, causing the shackles of magic to appear in Sherris' body. Sherris, who was restrained in limbs by the magic formation, resisted, but one after another he was deprived of his magic, and his arms stopped rising, as if connected to a rock.

"Gu...... ugh!?

"Cursed eyes freeze to consciousness. I want you to stay conscious. Watch there."

It is the magic of the spindle that the shackles of sin restrict the subject's actions in the first place. When I was a chattier, it didn't make a big difference, but if I was a normal person, it would be effective enough that I couldn't move.

Sherris, who was deprived of his movements by shackles, ate his teeth with regret. He would be killed as he was, attacked by such horrors, but unexpectedly Emerald turned his back on her, and when only strange words were uttered, he went toward the pedestal with the sound of the caracallas and the doll's arms shaking.

"What are you going to...?

"Just killing doesn't stop your anger, so you will see the moment when a human being falls into a nasty evil. Well, you're not that scared, are you, because children of hostile races just look ugly?

Emerald answered Sherris' question as if nothing had happened and tilted his neck for approval. Sherris gets stunned when she hears that word.

It is not very difficult to see how hostile the human beings are, but it is impossible to see a situation in which a child who does not yet know how to contend is sacrificed by rituals. Yet it is now a situation where we cannot move at all. There was a cold sweat on Sherris' forehead.

In the meantime, Emerald makes his first ritual preparations. Standing again in front of sleeping Moffy, he lifted his arms, meditated his eyes and began to cast a bump and a spell.

"You came here after the witch's power, didn't you? It's stupid, isn't it? Because we only want that power for the habit that we despise. They're really greedy creatures."

Sometimes when I stopped the spell hand, I looked at Sherris and Emerald threw that word at me. Sherris couldn't say anything about it, but had to shut up and watch how Emerald proceeded with the ritual.

"Well... we're ready. All you have to do is wait for the magic to accumulate... while I tell you the old story."

When he finished casting the spell and a huge magic formation emerged directly above the pedestal, Emerald drowned a glimmer of sweat on his cheek, making his face nod satisfactorily. The ritual is ready, and later only the necessary amount of magic will be poured into that huge magic formation, during which Emerald spoke to her thinking it would be a good idea to kill her free time in conversation with Sherris.

"Old stories...... you say?

"That's right. Well, it's like a common fairy tale. But not a happy ending."

Waving his other hand as he put his hand beside Sherris' question. Emerald said precautions first. I was curious about the phrase that it wasn't a happy ending, but Sherris knew she didn't have the veto right here, and she just shut up and waited for Emerald to speak out.

"That was five hundred years...... no, it was seven hundred years ago? That was a long time ago, there was a girl living in a village."

Emerald meditated his eyes and began to speak slowly as he immersed himself in memories. The way it spoke was very gentle, and then it seemed like a sad way to talk.

"The girl was not like the others. It had enormous magic, it grew slowly, it stayed like a girl forever... and people called it a monster and scorned it."

Put one hand that was up against his chest, Emerald says sadly. He actually had a crying look on his face. No matter how broken she is, only that pure heart is still preserved. Though pure, it is in the evil direction.

"Eventually all the people in the village left only the girl to die of life...... sometimes the girl left behind suffered from loneliness and kept crying alone"

Listening to Emerald, Sherris had feelings that it was a strange story. A girl who doesn't get old. He is a strange character for a fairy tale. It doesn't sound like a fairy tale. Normally, there should appear to be a brave man, a knight, someone who can help us. And as he perceived that Sherris question, Emerald smiled small and stretched out his hand that was on his chest, now to look up to heaven.

"... but the Savior appeared before the girl. He was also like a girl, with strange powers unlike others, looking for and gathering children like girls."

For a moment there is light in Emerald's eyes. The tone also returned to the time of tenderness, and his appearance was like that of a normal girl. Originally, maybe this gentle grinning emerald was what she really was. But soon the light went out, and she lowered her arms and made an inorganic noise with a caracalla.

"The girl had five sisters and one mother in her hands. It was a warmer, sweeter world than I've ever felt before."

Emerald basically makes his face bow. Words didn't go on for a while, and she kept silent to think of something. Sherris didn't even try to talk to him, and he didn't open his mouth to the detours because he didn't know what Emerald was going to do.

"Yet... humans have destroyed that gentle world. Killed the girl, and her sisters, and the woman who was their mother's replacement..."

Suddenly Emerald's voice becomes low and he utters a horrible word. Until earlier it was really a fairytale story, but suddenly it turned into a disastrously dos black brutal story. Sherris opens her eyes like she notices something.

"No way, that's..."

Sherris tried to say the words ahead, but before that Emerald turned his hand flat and magically blocked Sherris' mouth. Sherris groaned because of the sudden blockage in her mouth and shook her body painfully.

"The girl despaired, but there was still hope. The mother survived... so the girl vowed to protect her mother in order not to be brutally manipulated anymore... well, that's the end of the old story"

"... ugh."

When Emerald put his hands down and released the magic, Sherris exhaled all the time to get her breathing ready. I still have the feeling that I can tighten it up to my throat so that I can hold it down. Sherris saw about Emerald as she drowned. I can't hear her expression from here. But it gave me a terribly sad vibe.

"Well, it's a problem. How can we help people understand human stupidity in order to protect their mothers?

Emerald asked Sherris as he suddenly bent his back and moved his face tightly. Sherris can't answer that unintelligible question. But I only had a bad feeling about it.

The enormous magic formation above the sleeping Moffy spins and begins to glow divinely. At last, the magic accumulated. Emerald deepens his grin when he sees it. Then he slowly opened his mouth and gave the answer.

"The correct answer was to turn man into a monster by Satanic rituals,. Come on! Magic has accumulated. Let the ritual begin!

"What... dude, that's crazy... you're crazy...!

I couldn't understand how such an answer could be given, and Sherris shook her neck slightly to the side in fright and said so. But the word does not reach Emerald. Extending his arms to the glowing magic formation, Emerald cast a final ritual spell.

"Wake up, evil heart!!

The magic formation stops the movement and the tattoos begin to shake violently. And he shed a dazzling light, and Moffy's body disappeared into the light to find out.

The ritual began. The heart of evil, which is amplified, turns its body into an ugly monster.