The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

Croke remembered that day. The day of his defeat, the day he was buried by the despicable hands of men.

That happened abruptly. Croke noticed signs of an intruder as he was studying magic at his own residence, the Tower, as usual. It's not unusual. The adventurer who comes at the sight of the witch's neck does not refuse after days. This time it would also be relevant, Cloak sighed and headed for the interception.

From her, it was so genuine that she could crush bones, such as intruders, that she couldn't take physical movement, and wanted it to be an experimental bench for research. But there is also a code for witches. Code arranged by Shatifar, the head of the witch. No matter what happens, there must be no harm done to the Fae. Darkless life is also yours. We witches are responsible for watching and keeping quiet. That's what they taught me.

Croke despised it for being sweet. Regardless of the demons who simply want control, humans obviously hate the demons. I was assuming it would be dangerous to let them go wild. But Cloak didn't say anything because Shatifar owed him money for raising him.

She weaves her coat of lacquered black as usual and heads into the hall. Because the lab won't be destroyed, we've decided to have a room to fight the intruders. Tie the dripping blue hair and cloak quietly headed to the spot.

And there was one boy standing there.

A really everywhere kind of person with brown hair scratched back and a mediocre face and a seemingly adult atmosphere. He was an ordinary boy who seemed very contentious. But he wears platinum armor and possesses a shining sword. From there, I could have guessed that he was the one after the witch.

Cloak felt the cold as soon as possible. She usually reigns at the apex as a witch, but she was barely pressured by the mediocre boy in front of her. Such an experience has been since I had a mock fight with Shatifar.

Cloak denies the fact that it's impossible. There is no reason why the witch of exploration should be called himself just a human being. There's no reason to be afraid of a boy with a mediocre face who never seems to have held a sword like this. Croke restrained his trembling arm and turned his hand flat against the boy. But the act was a mistake.

If he noticed, Cloak was bleeding heavily from his abdomen and his consciousness was hazy.

I don't know what the hell happened. The battle really came with it in an instant. The magic that he himself had spent years polishing did not work at all, and the boy defeated the cloak with his sword, as if it were a monster.

"Die, witch. You cannot exist."

The boy said so with his sword in place. Deny all the existence of cloaks and speak in a mouthful as if that were reason. Croke drooled his blood with his teeth clenched and voiced his objections.

"Don't be ridiculous! Humane... kill the witches!? You people get killed on your own!!

Cloak barked that way and headed in a direction where the window was. The boy comes after him, but before that, Cloak jumped out the window. Height that will surely kill you if you fall. But Croke grinned and waved his fingers magically. As soon as the sight changes, the cloak falls into a strange wilderness somewhere.

Metastatic magic. Unique magic knitted by cloaks. The magic of moving whatever you want, yourself or others, wherever you want. Of course, some constraint exists with intense magic consumption, but still its power is enough to give even that chatty foul a glimpse. For Croke, this magic was the only achievement he could be proud of.

"Ha-ha-ha... ha..."

In a wilderness with cold winds, Croke leaked his breath feeling the warmth of the blood flowing from his body. Firstly, apply first aid with healing magic and start moving by dragging the body.

Because I used random metastasis magic, I don't even know where I transferred myself. I couldn't recover my magic because of the wound trying to metastasize it again, and there was only slight magic. Anyway, now I need a place to rest my body. The sword the boy was using is probably a sword with some protection. Cloak decided it was dangerous to leave the wound intact.

Eventually wandering the wilderness for days, Croke reached a certain temple. It was possible to speculate which stone statues were already spooky, and possibly a temple built by some fae. For one thing, Cloak decides to take a break here, looking for a place where he might rest while keeping his wounds in check. Then she realized there were several people in this temple. A guy who boasts as much magic as his own witches from their magical reactions, and more. Cloak went to a place where the reaction was with the thought of saying a little bit of a nasty smell.

When I went to the back of the temple, there was a man with blue and white skin. There are also those around them who are like their followers. Are they even doing any rituals, praying to worship the giant stone statues in front of them?

Since there is no magic reaction, it is possible that rituals are not rituals or objects that carry out recalls. I started walking toward a man with a lot of magic to use because it had nothing to do with cloaks, either way.

"Who are you!? We're in an important ritual right now!

Naturally, Cloak's steps are inhibited by his squire. They hide their blue and white skin with black robes, and the fact that they have red eyes made Cloaks realize for the first time here that they are demonic.

Apparently, he moved himself to the Dark Continent with his metastasis. Well, it's more convenient, thinking that Cloak didn't see himself as a problem at all with the demon clan that held him back, and when he gently paid his finger, he blew him away.

The demons begin to rave their voices when they realize the noise. From what I'm saying, Demon King, Croke decided that the man was still the Demon King, and he grinned. Blow the demons coming spears at themselves with a magic wave, confronting the demon king as he suppresses his abdomen.

"Oh, hello Demon King Sama... I'm sorry I hurt your squire"

"... what the hell are you?

When asked what it was, not what it was, Cloak leaked his voice.

With the same amount of magic, they still see themselves as heterogeneous to the habit of not changing the difference in strength. After all, witches are different. Sage, demon king and dragon are different. Totally heterogeneous being. That's the kind of unacceptable being Croke is saddened by. But that's good. If it's unacceptable, it's fine if you don't try to walk over here. Cloak made his purpose clear and bowed to the Demon King in full swing.

"Atashi is a [witch of exploration] cloak...... Demon King Sama, would you like to conquer the world with me?

Belpheus, the demon king, did not know what was meant by Cloak's words and shook his head as confused. But from there, Croke used temptation in his sweet words, and promised to fulfill it when he heard what Belpheus wanted. Berfeus doesn't know he's being manipulated by cloaks, and he easily believes her. Thus, the demon king and the witch joined hands. Of course I won't tell the people about it. This is an important secret just for the two of us, Berfeus and Croke.

Belpheus rejoiced that he had gained the power of a witch. For the Demon King, it is what previous generations of Agate wanted to gain the power of the Witch. It was nothing but joy for him, his son, to say that it had been fulfilled. I can make a witch obey me. That's what I thought. Then after hearing the information that the witches were being destroyed one after the other, Belpheus thought that there might be a dying witch, like a cloak, and decided to send out an investigation team. And I got the information that the innocent witch emerald-like girl is out on the human continent. When he heard the news, Croke looked up.

"Catch Emerald? When you stop, I'm sure he's crazy for being betrayed by humans. You survived, but you're dying from information, aren't you? Then I'd be happier to let you die easy..."

That's what Croke said as he rubbed his already fully healed abdomen. Belpheus, sitting on the throne, did not give up the capture of Emerald when he heard it, and did quite well with the operation. Cloak shakes his head for good, returning to his own lab.

Then Croke gave the Demon King a plan to conquer the kingdom of man. He broke through the front line on the edge of the continent, which has been in equilibrium for many years, and at once told him how to drop the northern fort, which is the key to the protection of the King's capital. That was a very incomprehensible operation for Belpheus the Demon King.

"Is that really possible? Transferring troops to fortifications in the north, etc…"

"A hundred or so people will be fine. You can repeat that many times later. It's a little tight, but, well, acceptable."

Reveal your specialty in metamorphosis magic and use it to move the Demon King's army all the way to the northern fortress. That way, we can drop the northern fort regardless of the frontline. That was Croke's conceived operation. But of course there are problems. They suddenly let soldiers enter the middle of the enemy's throat, so they are easily besieged or pushed in numbers. Croke didn't dare tell the Demon King about the danger. The soldiers believe that this operation will take a heavy toll on the human country, and they do not think about any possibility of their death. Cloak took advantage of it. The demon kingdom took advantage of the flow of becoming the champion of the world and drove them into the vortex of chaos.

"Cloak, let's stop now......! An offer of truce came from the land of man. It's too dangerous to take any more casualties...!

"Come on, what the fuck are you talking about? Demon King Sama."

That's what Belpheus came into the room one night without even knocking when he was browsing his own room for the magic book that Croke had robbed from the king's capital. Cloak leaks a sigh as he unties his hair, staring at Berpheus like he despises him.

"You declared it, didn't you? Are you telling the people that the Devil Nation will rule the world... and now it was a lie? There 'll be a revolt, then. It's too late for Atashi, etc. I can't stop. We just have to keep running."

That's what Croke talks about as he rises from the chair he was sitting in and walks over to Berpheus, who is taller than he is. She usually weaves thick coats, but now she wraps around her clothes when she goes to bed, and she weaves her feathers like a thin vale. What a charm the figure was, and her appearance was truly beautiful. But Berpheus remembers fear. A beautiful woman approaching looked nothing but an ugly monster.

"Welcome, Demon King Sama, this is the real war"

Against Belpheus, who was relieved, Croke let go of that word as he tongued.

The words were so cold that they pierced Berpheus' chest and inflicted pain. Embarrassing regrets and endless suffering. Attacked by that emotion, Berpheus fled the room when he screamed a little. The cloak left smiles with a mess and then drops off his hindsight.

That's what happened recently. And Croke was currently standing in the hall of Demon King Castle. He sits at the window, looking up at the sky. Beautiful dark sky. Covered with clouds, no light plugs in at all. But that was better for Croke. Lights and such are just dazzling. Ugh, it's yummy and annoying.

One girl came down before her with such emotions. Girl with silver hair and clear eyes. Behind what it looks like, its atmosphere releases a piercing rock worthy of a king.

"I didn't know you were dusk when you saw the sky... you've been like a poet for a long time, cloak"

"... there are times when everyone wants to see the sky. You call that nesting instinct? I'm suddenly wondering. I wonder why I was born in this world."

Cloak walked away from the window and into the center of the hall to confront her as Shatia asked so as to arm herself. Drop a black coat and a magic book is held in its hand. Shatia looked at it and narrowed her eyes quietly.

"Why was the witch born? You think it's worth living to be hated and scorned so much by others?

Suddenly Cloak started whining about that as he walked. Whether it's talking to herself or to Shathia, Cloak just goes with a pale zero word as she is shaken by the wind pouring in through the window. Shatia was listening to it in silence. Cloak stops a few steps away with Shatia, smiles small and opens his mouth.

"Atashi creates his own worth. Remove all those who are in the way and create a land of witches. I won't let anyone fool witches anymore. That's what Atashi is for."

Croke said so, waving his arms as he ate his teeth tightly. The shadows beneath her feet spread as soon as possible, dyeing the floor of the hall in black. And countless black snakes emerged from that darkness. Croke laughs, with a jerk.