The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

Shatia's serious. That is the exercise of magic.

It's not like she hasn't used magic since she was a regular. Easy fire magic and floating magic are one of the fine magics, as well as creating magic swords and shields. But she's done most of the work by smashing a chunk of magic. Especially on the offensive side. That's because Shatia's magic is too high, but that's why it's enough. That's why she's not serious. It was only when she exercised her countless powers of magic that she began.

"Burn, flames, rough storms, chains, my soul is now unleashed... my name is Shatifar the Witch. Demon, obey."

A tremendous amount of magic gathers to her as Shatia chants. Overwhelmed by its fierce intimidation, Cloak was not frightened, and when he appeared the Black Snakes, he unleashed them towards Shatia. But as Shatia waved her fingers, the magic formation unfolded and countless chains of magic popped out of it. Tied to chains, the black snakes suffer stuffily. He twisted his body in an attempt to become smoke, but was unable to change his appearance to smoke because of the confinement of his magic.

"Damn it......!

Cloak sees it and tongues it, entering the offensive posture himself. Shatia, who's in a state of attack, doesn't know what kind of attack he's going to make. Anyway, it's a good idea to move before they do something. That was the result of that thought, but the decision seemed slow. If you notice, there was dos black smoke at the feet of the cloaks in the dark changes. A dark hand like a dead man jumped out of it and grabbed Croke's leg.

"What the heck...!?

"It's the hands of the deceased. Don't treat me so rough, okay? We're gonna be dragged to hell."

Croke screams lightly and moves his legs to pay for it. But Shatia cautioned against it and advised that it was better not to break out. But there was no reason for Cloak to ask honestly, and when he could put magic in his hand, he set fire to the dead man's hand. The next moment I heard an odd noise from the smoke and countless hands hit the cloaks.

"Hih...!

Snakes that have been sent out only to summon the Black Snakes have been secured by chains. I cannot summon you any more. Croke paid his hand for his crawling arm and managed to escape.

Wave your arms and cause a gust of wind. So I was able to pay some hands, and the cloak dropped off the spot in the gap. But in doing so, Shatia finished the chant and developed the magic formation.

"Well, here's where the real deal comes from."

A huge magic formation unfolds from which something strange appears. Croke stared at it in his breath. It was like a piece of meat. Maybe it's right to describe it as part of something. Probably activated a recall magic related object. It is clear that the recalled item has some effect. Cloak was vigilant and set up.

A chunk of meat protruded from the magic formation and finally appeared. That was a huge hand. Moreover, unlike the hands of the earlier deceased, they are clearly not human objects. He was an ugly looking arm like a monster. The arm was swung up just to crush the cloak and put straight down.

A huge crater can be made in the hall with the roar. Fragments were scattered and cloaks that could be avoided at critical locations were also blown to the wall by shock waves. Suppress the body and endure pain.

"Gu, ha... what's that magic?!!?

Blood dripping from his mouth, Cloak scolds about Shathia resentfully.

It's too heterogeneous for a recall magic. What the hell is that giant arm? Is that the main body? Or is it just a fraction of it? If there was a body, how huge a creature is it? I've never seen it. Cloak learns fear in the magic of Shatia, which he has no reason to know. But Cloak, who was not going to pull any further, roared and put his magic into his arms.

"Ko, nooooooooooooooo!!

The most lethal flame magic. A giant fire column appeared with the dazzling light, and the arms of the monster pulled into the magic formation frightened as they bathed it. But that's not all Shatia's magic is. A magic formation was already deployed to the ceiling of the hall from which a large amount of water was released as a waterfall. In an instant, the firepillar is scratched out and cloaks are also involved in its release of water.

"Stuff, ahhh...... transfer!

The cloak immediately activates the metastatic magic while being hit by water. The place had changed and cloaks, wet as they were, were moving over the roof of Demon King's Castle. A cold wind pierced her body, and Cloak fell over the roof coughing. Shortly afterwards, part of the roof was destroyed by a fire column, from which a chateau floated with floating magic. The girl was laughing, and Croke remembered the creeps.

"What's up? Are we done here?

"... Gu, gu!!

Cloak clenches his teeth in a chattier that gives him a completely spare look and activates metastatic magic. Move behind the chattier, overwhelming and holding that little body with an adult body. Shatia was pushed down onto the roof.

"Ho, force moves. That's a lot of push for you. So, what are we gonna do?

"Ha... ha... knock it down! Get you...!

Cloak was the earliest full of creativity. He barked so hard as he disturbed his wet hair, roughing his breath. But Shatia has no rush. At that point, I loosened my cheeks to be amused when I saw that cloak had gone into force moves.

Sure, I don't know about going into force moves as a magician, but if there's still this much physical difference, there's no hand in not taking advantage of it. In addition, unintentional strikes from metastatic magic are a medium solution. Shatia was calmly analyzing it that way. And keep the words on with your spare expression.

"That's why I'm asking you how you do it. Do you want to break my neck? Or do you want to smash your bones to make it immobile? Maybe you're an ant for cutting your tongue off, huh?

Cloak glances at Shatia's words. Because I didn't understand what you were talking about. Eventually, Shatia patted her fingers. As soon as possible, both arms of the cloak are manipulated by magical threads. But that's not to untie Cloak, but rather to start grabbing Shatia's neck hard.

"What...?

"Will you defeat me? Then strangle him like this. Break your bones and your purpose will be fulfilled."

I didn't understand anything about Shatia's behavior. Why would you do that yourself? Why would you do something that would kill you if you put a little effort into it? Is that what this is all about? I don't know. I don't know everything. Croke just bewildered and shook his neck left and right to refuse. Shatia looks at it and turns a cold gaze.

"Do it, cloak. Kill me with your hands. Carve in the feeling of killing."

My hands tremble. The manipulation of the magic yarn, on the other hand, became even more radical, and Cloak's hand strangled Shatia's neck to go. Cloak had no idea why, and when he realized it, he was in tears. I don't know everything. I don't know what to do. I didn't even know what I wanted to do with Shatia in the first place. Cloak refuses. Raise the scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!?

The sound of the bacilli rang and the magic thread was pulled off a thousand times. Cloak walked away from the chateau to escape and pulled back to the edge of the roof. Shatia wakes up with a small cough and looks down at the scared cloak thing. The figure was like a little child.

"That's ruin. Everything is gone. I don't know what I want to do anymore, and I'm bored with pain. Besides, can you stand it?

"Ha... ha... no, no..."

Croke shook his head with his hands on his head and replied so. Until recently, there has been no strong statement at all, and my body has been reduced to frightening. Shatia slowly walked over to her like that. Open your mouth as you look down at her scared.

"Then accept everything. Not right away. Take your time and find out what you can..."

I'm not going to argue anymore. That's how Château persuaded Croke as he gently stroked his head. Cloak looks up about Shathia with tears in his eyes. I miss it somewhere, I felt a gentle smell like a mother.

Then Shatia received a magic book from the cloaks. Look for the page that says how to generate the human body, turn it apart and close the book. And all I said was satisfied, I returned the book to the cloak, cautioned him to return it properly to the King's Capital, and then looked back. That's when Croke spoke to her as she tried to reach out.

"Shatia... could she bear it?... to this vengeance"

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When he heard Croke's question, Shatia stopped walking. Don't look back, tilt your neck to think about something with your back turned.

It was a simple question. Shathia once said she had thrown herself into revenge. But before revenge, all we have to do is wait for ruin. Moments of losing sight of one's purpose, as Croke has just experienced. If that's what Shatia said, does that mean she could stand it now?

Eventually, Shatia turned only to the cloak on her face and answered with lonely eyes.

"No, that's why I lost it. Someone important."

Shathiah told him nothing after that, and went back inside the castle. Cloak didn't do anything to chase it either, and when he fell on the spot, he just leaked his voice from the thought of the place.

The Battle of Witches and Witches assembled. There were no victors in that battle, only sorrows left unspeakable.

After the battle, Château returned under Belpheus. While the time was already night and the outside was covered in darkness, the people began to make noise about the incident in the castle, and speculation flowed that the humans had attacked them. But the confusion soon subsided by the soldiers that Berpheus had put on standby in advance, summed up in the wind that an accident had simply occurred in a magical experiment.

In the first room she was invited, Chateau tidied her hair and clothes that had been disturbed and turned back towards Belpheus.

"Then I asked for the rest. Belpheus, you had your footsteps with him once, too. Take care of him till the end."

"... oh, I know. If there's anything I can do, I'll do it."

It was already done at the time of the initial negotiations, but after the battle with the cloaks, Belpheus was supposed to take care of her afterwards. Originally, she held the position of proximity to the Demon King, so that's no surprise. But in the abyss of despair, she must be hurt, so Shatia asked Belpheus to take care of her as much as she could. Belpheus embraced it with pleasure, because it was the seed he sowed more than the former.

"It's up to you to decide what to do with the human country in the future. It's good to accept a truce, it's good to bring harmony, it doesn't matter what it is."

"No, I'll stop and put that down. It's going to take some time to think about it. I think I should take precedence over dominating the world over my own country."

When I hear from Belpheus, Shatia leaks her voice. Leaning his neck, he approached under him and looked up to peek in. And when I saw his serious face, I grinned satisfactorily and nodded so forcefully.

"What are you... going to do now?

Shatia gives a slightly troubled look to Belpheus' casual question.

For one thing, the magic of human body generation came to mind. Probably as soon as I'm ready as I need to. Shatia took out the doll she had largely missed, and stared at it jizzily.

"I have a lot to do, too. I'm busy looking like this. For a while, I'll pull you somewhere where no one can get in the way."

Upon answering that, Château wore a hood and walked out towards the exit. Berfeus shuts up and drops off that little back. A back so small that it can't compare to Shatia's back when she was a witch I once saw. But that looked like a very big back to Belpheus. The back of a great man like my father Agate. That's what I felt for him.

Open the door and Shatia goes out into the hallway. And finally, when I peered through the gap in the hood and looked at Belpheus, I smiled slightly.

"See you again, Demon King Berpheus"

With those words Shatia closed the door and disappeared from before Berfeus.

Being in a place that never reaches. But its presence is warm and very gentle. Belpheus exhaled that he was invincible and hung onto the couch.