The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

"Build a land of witches...? Is that why you put your hands together with Belpheus?

Chateau asks that in a spare manner as he jerks off at the black snakes coming at him. In that swallowing attitude, Cloak appeared the Black Snakes without a problem while pounding his tongue. The most alarming thing for Croke is Shatia's Sleep Song. Its ability to empty magic in one go is terrible even for the same witch. The only drawback is that a large gap can be made when activated. If you even crush that gap, there will be no threat of sleeping songs. Therefore, Cloak kept turning the Black Snakes so they wouldn't stop Shatia from moving.

"He wanted to rule the world. Then you don't have a hand in not using it. It was the witch who was next to him when he made all the races obey and he became ruler of the world. Witches become the worshippers."

Croke confesses so as he pays his arm and turns several black snakes. Talk about your plans, the dreams you have in mind. The figure was lively and sparkling with rare eyes. It's like dancing, flipping a black coat and cloaks turning. The black snakes also opened their mouths to coincide with it and attacked Shathia.

Shatia formed countless spears of magic on the black snakes who came toward her, releasing them. The black snakes were pierced by spears and beaten to the wall, but as soon as they turned into smoke, sliding through the spears, they returned to the shape of snakes and attacked Shathia.

"I see... that's an interesting plan inside. I keep thinking about creepy things, you know."

"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment. Mother."

That's what Shatia said as she honestly impressed and nodded her face. But that attitude didn't seem to bother Croke, and when he said so deliberately with his head down, he made the Black Snakes attack Shatia again.

Now all at once from the perimeter. With no more escape, Shatia forms a magic shield around her. Crashing into the shield, the Black Snakes stopped moving but soon turned to smoke again. Approaching Shathia through between the shield and the shield, he returns some of them to the serpent's face and strips his fangs.

"Oops."

Noticed it, Shatia blew a black snake by releasing a ball of magic from her fingertips. It becomes smoke, and its smoke leaves so that it escapes.

Still troublesome magic, Shatia bent her mouth. Originally this magic was knitted by Shatia [phantom of blame]. However, the phantom of Shatia's knitted blame is only the unintentional magic of blocking the target's field of view with smoke or putting the smoker to sleep. However, the cloak that gave this magic was able to polish this magic independently, allowing it to take the form of a black snake, and furthermore allowing for a wide range of tactics by separating the appearance of the snake from the smoke. In addition, if the snake bites you, you can hang some kind of curse. It was utterly troublesome magic.

"That's ironic because I'm the one who gave you that cut..."

Shathia moaned so sadly and stared at the Black Snakes. The black snakes away from the shield simultaneously turn into smoke, blocking Shathia's field of view. And the next moment a black snake from the smoke attacked Shatia, scratching her cheek. On the way Shatia learns to blind herself.

"Shit."

Shatia tongued lightly, placing her hand on her injured own cheek. It's only a small scratch, but I still got a curse or something from what. Probably poisonous. My consciousness is blurred and my vision flashes. Probably an immediate poison. It's not that much of a deadly poison. Poison just to keep the prey from moving. Then there is still no problem. Shatia awakened consciousness by slapping herself on the cheek.

Cloaks stood a few steps away when the smoke cleared. Pull the Black Snakes in once and make them refrain under their own feet. The snakes were groping around in circles. Shatia stared at it and exhaled quietly.

"Hey Shatia. I bet you think you do, too, huh? Humans are creatures to die for. They persecute them by simply calling them witches."

He clenched his fist hard as he slowly walked over to Shathia, and Croke appealed to him to do so. Distort that beautiful face with hatred and light the flames of vengeance on your eyes. That was a quiet kill, unlike Emerald's insane sole. That intent to kill so rationally can be a terrible thing. Croke's intent to kill was truly vicious.

"Atashi, etc. existed long before they built a city on the continent. Living quietly in the woods, exchanging words with animals and demons...... that was all there was to it! Yet they interrupted it."

Shatia was listening firmly as she was about to screw up on Croke's strong complaint. Though his head is hazy with poison, he engraves every word into his head and doesn't miss a word. Shatia kept her ears shut.

"Why are you protecting the humans? On the contrary, he visited the city of man, where he lived until recently! They killed themselves... how can you do that?!

"... it was the brave men and the royal palace people behind me who killed me. And yet, isn't it different to decide human beings as vicious in a lump sum?

"Ugh!!

Cloak barked as he stripped his teeth out of Shatia's objection. At the same time, the black snakes rise up and fly to Shatia as if they were waves. Shatia put all her magic into the palm of her hand and unleashed it all at once. A dazzling light is emitted and the black snake and light clash. A strong blast rolled up and the smoke and light splashed.

"I'm not sheltering a human being... a creature of equal dignity to me, both human and demonic. I just don't want to see someone die."

When the smoke cleared, Shatia stood there with the same grandeur. Cloaks, on the other hand, show slight fatigue. He bent his legs, dropped his shoulders, and slightly roughened his breathing. The magic is still inexhaustible, but we cannot afford it considering the use of metastatic magic, the ultimate weapon. The room disappeared from the look on Cloak's face.

"Even if my countrymen are killed? Are you telling me you don't mind if your fellow witches are killed by brave men?

"I don't care. It's sad. My chest's about to rip. But I know that vengeance is pointless."

"Ha! Older people say things differently..."

When he heard Shatia's words, Croke laughed like throwing up.

Cloak is possessed of revenge. She understood that herself. But what's wrong with that? and she wanted to ask the other way around. They were killed for reasons that made no sense, even though they didn't commit anything. There's no good reason not to be angry about that. We must remind the humans that this will never happen again. How much the witch wants to worship. Croke's greatest purpose was there. Never let anything kill you again. Sometimes people get killed.

"Oh, because I avenged you once."

Polori, and something fell out of Shatia's mouth zero. Cloak forgets for a moment to give instructions to the Black Snakes who were keeping him waiting to get him out of the jump, leaving the arm he was shaking up. Silence came to the venue. Shatia's expression was soft, rather there was a verse laughing somewhere.

"... ah?

"That's why I said I've had my revenge, too. Well, not on the scale of hating all humans like you... but I've still got people in my hands."

Shatia leaned down and confessed so, staring at her own little palm. That was too unexpected a confession for Croke as well. Lower the arms that were shaking up and lower the black snakes that were keeping them waiting. The words were so shocking to her that she lost her will.

"I've never heard of that before?!

"There are things no one wants to talk about. Witches too. This was before you were born..."

For Croke, Shatia really is like a mother. No, for the six witches, Shatia is the mother's replacement. A being who told us what they are and how to live. For them, Shatia is not an exaggeration when it comes to everything in the world. Such an esteemed man once laid his hands on a man. That was enough to bring even the cloak, driven by revenge, back to sanity for a moment, and I showed a bare gesture of upset because I had never been told such a story before.

"It's sad, isn't it? If you lose someone you love, and destroy no one left behind that culprit, that person will not return... really, it was sad"

Shatia said so as she whispered as she put her hand on her chest. I can't read your expression because you're leaning down, but you probably have a sad look. Cloak had never seen such a weak chattier. Shatia, who usually behaves like a master in grandeur, is now dazzled by things like one woman. I didn't understand.

"I really didn't want to talk about this. I told you to stop revenge, and you're not convinced I've done this before, are you?

…………

With her face up, Shatia said so with her hands up and sighing.

Indeed, it is convenient to say that we have had revenge in the past while telling us to stop revenge. But Croke didn't do anything to point it out, and he kept quiet about Shathia. And Shatia tells the most important thing.

"But as an experienced person, I'll just say this. There's nothing to wait for before revenge. There is only ruin."

Still Shatia tried to talk ahead. But when I put my hand on my mouth, I shut up, and I couldn't go on with the words ahead.

What the hell happened to her past? Cloak wonders. Although he has only lived for about 700 years himself, the opposing Shatia is a witch who lives for more than a thousand years. They still existed on the continent before they were called the Seven Witches. Its too deep a past can't even know the same witch. Cloak shook his shoulder.

"Oh, right... right"

I was forced to convince Cloak and squeezed that out of his voice when he nodded his face.

Perhaps what Shatia is saying is true. She doesn't vomit lies in the first place. Not to mention not having the personality to line up your favorite daughter in front of you. I won't do anything to make you work evil wisdom. I'm sure if we really continue our revenge like this, there will be ruin waiting for us. Cloak understands that. But she clenched her fist.

"So what! I can't stop now... I can't turn my back on you anymore. The war began. If Big Book dies, it's all settled! What a fairy tale!!

"... cloak"

Wave your arms and rally the Black Snakes. The black snakes turned into a single smoke as huge as a pillar behind the cloak, eventually turning into one giant black snake. Its size was not comparable to that of the serpents until earlier, and it was as if they were reigning there as dragons.

"Live or die! That's it! Fight, Shatifar! Atashi will cross you and make a land of witches!!

He waved his fist and at the same time a giant black snake struck Shathia. He opens his mouth, turns his fangs, and releases as much intimidation as ever before. But Shatia won't pull. He just looked up at the giant black snake and raised his hand flat. A dazzling light emanates from it, and a single line burns off the black snake.

"... ugh!!

"The poison is gone... if you say that's your answer, good. I'll be serious, too."

Shatia says so strongly as she sharpens her eyes. The witch of wisdom floated into the universe as she clenched her fist and let the magic in her body release. Her stage play begins. A story of chaos, created by a witch.