The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

Shatia was walking in the mountains wearing a robe. Although it is good to have crossed the continent with floating magic, the journey to the Devil's Country is still far away. At least three more mountains need to be crossed. She sighed small.

"Phew... um, don't get tired of traveling with floating magic on boulders"

Shatia took the water bottle out of the bag once as she stepped down to the ground and squealed so as she included the water in her mouth.

Even if I say I boast of my inexhaustible magic, my nerves are also shredded while traveling. Not to mention naturally it would be suspicious if passers-by saw a child like Chateau traveling alone. We needed to proceed with caution.

Tied with strings to keep his own silver hair undisturbed, Shatia took a small, deep breath. The area is foggy and I don't even know what's going on a few steps away. There is also a risk of crashing into a tree if it proceeds inadvertently.

"... have we run out of food"

Shatia looked surprised when she searched through the bag and noticed that she was not responding. Food drains faster than expected. Above all, it hurts that I don't have the sweetness I like. Shatia put her hand on her mouth and worried her head about what was going on.

That's when I heard a scream in Shatia's ear. At the same time, there was a magical reaction, and Shatia noticed that there were humans nearby. That's multiple, too. Nothing strange. Even the Devil's Country has villages, and ordinary people of the Devil's Nation may pass by. Especially since there are many cities around here, pedestrians often pass by. But the problem is that the scream went up.

Shatia rushed to the place where she screamed because she didn't go to pretend she didn't even hear it, even though it stinked. There were merchants who were being attacked by prominent bandits in the carriage.

"So, someone help me. Yikes!!

"Hehe, if your life is spared, leave your golden-eyed stuff!

The merchant is an adult man and two demons of his daughter-like girl. He's holding the horse's reins, pulling his face with fear. By contrast, the number of demonic bandits is about ten. Each is wrapped in a red robe, hooded, and carved with the iconic tattoos of the Bandits.

Shatia carefully observed the bandits with the sentiment that this kind of thing was no different from humans and demons. The leader-like man has a resilient body, builds up a mustache and looks like a bear. Age will be going there, long run as a bandit, and my men are following the leaders' instructions firmly. After checking them, Shatia snorted small and wore the hood of her own robe deeply.

"You don't have to go out of your way to disguise yourself..."

Remaining a child is more alarming to me. In that case, the merchants would be more suspicious, but I thought there would be nothing deeply involved anyway, and Shatia showed up with her hood on.

The bandits shone surprised at the presence of a child who suddenly appeared out of the grass, but soon found out it was a weak being. I didn't feel threatened, and I smiled sparingly.

"Oh? What a hungry ghost. Are you one of these merchants?

"Then you get the golden-eyed stuff out too. You have about a dime, don't you?

Without any warning, the bandits approach Shatia. He ordered the knife to be threatened as he wielded it in his hand, and approached Shathia. But Shatia waved her arm down quietly, never responding to it. At that moment the bandits collapsed to the ground and felt the pain of being crushed.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuu......!!

"Hey, what? Suddenly my body is heavy...... guhhh!!

Without much resistance, all the bandits collapsed to the ground, blowing bubbles into so much pressure that they passed out.

Shatia confirms that everyone has passed out and magically probes to see if any other enemies are lurking before finally dropping their shoulders. Then he approached the falling bandits and began to fish their porches and pockets.

"Uh-huh... still dried meat and potatoes... you wouldn't have the sweetness. Normal..."

As expected, Chhatia looked openly depressed because the bandits didn't have what they wanted. Parents and children of merchants who did not understand the situation beside them were staring at Shathia with their eyes closed.

Eventually, Shatia stuffed her bag with the food she had taken from the bandits, and when she woke up, she sighed small. The merchant's daughter stops in a hurry at Shatia trying to walk away as she is.

"Oh, that! Who the hell are you...?

"... hmm? Mm-hmm. You mean me?

Hearing the call of the merchant's daughter, Shatia stopped walking and asked pointing to herself with her hood deeply on. The merchant's daughter nods modestly and affirms it.

"I'm just a traveler. Call me a silver traveler... because I have silver hair"

I didn't think it would taste good to reveal his name to a boulder, and Shatia appropriately told him how to call himself that. The merchant's parents and children did not intend to pry either, and he replied that he knew that he was going to snort.

The merchant's father finally relieved him, too, by releasing the reins that had remained gripping all the way when he loosened the cheeks he had been tense until earlier, calming the horse whose nose had been rough.

"Silver traveler...... thank you so much for your help. Be sure to thank me for something..."

"No, I already got it for you. From the bandits... just forget about me because it was a storm or something"

When I said that, I waved and Shatia started walking again. The merchant's daughter wanted to return some favors as she had been helped, but she couldn't follow Shathia any further. For some reason, his legs moved as if they were tied to gold. As it was, Shatia disappeared before the merchants without looking back.

After securing food from the bandits, Château began to prepare for a wild lodging on this mountain tonight because the sky was also dimming. Prepare a fire with fire magic to prevent the demons from attacking you with signs blocking magic. And as she leaned against the tree, Château kept her own silver hair.

"Will you arrive in a few days... No, it's only a few decades since you visited Demon King's Castle? It's been a long time."

Shatia shrugged so as she put the cunt back in her bag and tied her hair behind her again.

As a matter of fact, Château has visited the Devil's Country a long time ago. It wasn't a cooperative relationship or anything, it was simply that Chhatia was unilaterally pressed by the Demons. It was also a long time ago, only about a few visits. Shatia dropped her shoulders small, thinking that by now the Demon King would be replacing her, and that the streets would have changed for the most part from the old days. He stares at his left arm, still motionless, and bites his lip in some way.

I don't know why, but it was definitely the Witch of Exploration cloak that stole the Royal Palace's magic book. Probably going to use it in research or something. Besides, there's something over here that seems to be noticing your presence. From the rumors that you belong to the demonic kingdom, I'm pretty sure you're thinking something out of the blue. What is her beautiful appearance? Her tone is dirty on her back and she is constantly working evil wisdom. That's the kind of witch I am. Shatia put her hand on the burning fire as she thought about the cloak.

At that time, Shatia felt a huge magical reaction from nearby. The flames that were lit shook heavily, and the heartless or windy began to blow. Shatia narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth as she heightened her vigilance.

"... you say it's been a long time since I've seen you again, and you won't even show me your face? Cloak."

"... Huff, the boulder is a chatty foul. I tried pretty hard to hide it, but you'll find out."

When Shatia spoke so toward the absence of anything in the gap between the trees, the darkness that was in that gap swayed, from which she draped the blue hair tied around her shoulders, and a beautiful woman appeared with her feathers woven in a black coat. Her eyes were glowing red as blood, and when she saw about Shatia, [Witch of Exploration] Cloak began to laugh out loud.

"Huh, hahahahahahaha! Shatifar, what's that look like! Don't be really funny when you see it nearby...... stop...... I was such a nice buddy when I was a witch...... what those pussy breasts!...... Puhaha!

Croke grinned grandly with his belly as he distorted his beautiful face. Point your finger around Shatia's chest, bang her and keep laughing at her knees. Because of the beautiful appearance, the reaction was the drunken man himself. Usually the sober Shatia also distorts her mouth and has a complex look on her face. In fact, since she was reincarnated, there has been something about this body's growth that I think. But he manages to show a calm bareback so that the cloaks don't notice the anxiety.

"I'm a child now, so I guess it's natural. You're really the same... laugh more elegantly than that"

"Phahahahahahaha!! Mm, can't. No, no, no!

Cloak's laughter subsided or worse, and she began to cough up and fall in. Then after a little while, Cloak's laugh finally subsided, and she rose slowly as she roughened her breath and disrupted her hair.

"Ha... ha... uh, I laughed. Hey, you've got a really funny look, Chatty Foul...... no, you named Chattier now?

That's what Croke asked you, wiping the tears in his eyes. Without denying or affirming the word, Shatia quietly narrows her eyes.

What Shatia was wondering now was how far Croke knew. The incident in Wang Du is undoubtedly the work of the cloaks. But I don't know how long she has known who Chhatia is. If it had been known for a long time and had a plan to create a situation like this, Shatia would have to be vigilant. The most horrible thing about cloaks is that it's time to bring the subject to his own pace with measures.

"... let's get straight to it. Cloak, I know you stole a magic book in King's Capital. I want you to show me some of that."

It is also a good idea to explore the belly, but in that case the cloak has a better part. Then Shathia suddenly decided to communicate the requirements, thinking that it would be better to get down to business.

It was designed to come from the cloaks to the demon kingdom in the first place. Then you know there are requirements here. Shatia thought so.

Croke still zeroes his couscous and grin, stroking his own cheek as he moves his long fingers.

"Uh... a human-generated magic book... you need it to revive the seriousness you wear on your hips, don't you?

"If you know...!

"But I'm sorry, I refuse. It's mine."

Surprisingly, Croke also knew about Emerald. That means that cloaks have been aware of their existence since the incident in the village. No, the other way around, or did you notice your presence then, Shatia interprets. Either way, if Croke knows what's going on with Emerald, there's no reason to say no. I just opened my eyes to Cloak, who refused to say it was, and Shatia said it was incredible.

"Cloak...... it's probably a joke too...!

No matter how much of the same witch you try to abandon that fellow, Shatia won't hesitate either. She casts a spell in an attempt to activate the Immediate Sleep Song, but before that, Cloak waved his arms and two black snakes emerged from the darkness.

"Phantom of Blame"

That's what Croke says and casts a spell. The two black snakes hit Chateau and she stopped chanting the spell once and jumped off the spot. The black snake clashed against the tree that was behind it, but as soon as it became smoke, it turned into a black snake again as it rose above where the mockingbird and the chateau were. Shatia punches her tongue and pays off her arms, blowing up the black snakes with magic waves. And down to the ground, this time cloaks were floating into space.

"If you can do it, do it. You taught Atashi etc. magic, but it is Atashi etc. who has culminated in that magic... number or quality, which is better?

…………

When Croke said so, he waved his arms to make countless black snakes emerge from the darkness around him. The snakes are blushing their eyes red, moving their tongues shrugged and looking down at Shathia. Shatia kept her eyes open and stared at the cloak.

"... Huff, well, greet you this time. The real deal is in my demon country. I'll be waiting for a treat... Mother."

"... Crook"

With that said, Cloak wrapped his beautiful face with a nickel and a grin, and when he bowed magnificently, the black snakes swallowed him up and went. When the Black Snakes disappeared, there were no more cloaks there. The remaining chateau stood on a burning fire that was lit small and just looked up sadly at the night sky.