[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

dad. Viola said with a choked voice. She closed the door to keep the last trace of chill out, and watched him take off his shotgun and take off his dew-stained coat.

A smile appeared on the man's face, but it disappeared after only a second.His face was full of tiredness and worried: "There is nothing to worry about, you know that my marksmanship has always been the most accurate."

"Then who stepped on the trap two years ago and almost broke his leg?"

The man laughed dryly: "Let's not talk about this first, go to sleep, Viola. We'll talk about anything until dawn."

Viola stared into the man's eyes, and she saw the bulging pockets of Dad's trousers.He did hide something there before, and he obviously didn't want her to see it. "Did you find anything?"

"Are you asking about Andrea? We searched almost the entire forest and were lucky to find her footprints. But the strange thing is that her footprints disappeared out of thin air along the path. And we didn't find any The traces of the fight, she should have walked away by herself instead of being dragged away by wild beasts... This is not good news, I really hope that Anna can remain calm after hearing it. Well, we will talk about these things tomorrow, let's go sleep."

"Oh." Viola was a little disappointed. She looked at the stubble on her father's face and finally didn't remind him that yesterday was her birthday.He looked so tired that he staggered when he walked, as if he was about to fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

Never mind, she told herself.The days were long, and it was only the disappearance of the hapless girl that made him forget about it.It doesn't matter, there will be next year, the year after, and countless years.Besides, even if this birthday is so simple, at least it is better than nothing at all.

Viola made herself smile, but the hands hanging on both sides of the skirt were clenched unconsciously.The small gift box that Kelly stuffed into her hand earlier began to deform, and the sharp and hard things inside made her palm hurt. "Good night, Dad."

She said softly, closing the door of her room and lying on her side on the bed.Kylie sent it a lovely necklace with clear rhinestones.But it had been crushed by her just now, she just glanced at it and casually threw it on the cabinet.

The necklace was lying pitifully under the moonlight, Viola only felt that the irritability intensified in her heart, and she quickly looked away impatiently.She started counting the streaks that spread across the ceiling, imagining a dark, smudged blob of water a long-haired princess, and a piece of mold shaped like a dragon.The dragon took the princess away, and then the warrior stepped forward...

Viola fell into a dreamland amidst such wild thoughts, but her sleep was restless.She dreamed that she was alone in the darkness, and she walked forward for a long, long time without seeing anyone, not even light.In the confined space, only his own increasingly heavy breathing echoed.

So the next day, of course she woke up with two dark circles under her eyes.When she opened the door full of complaints, she was a little surprised to see her father pacing back and forth in the living room anxiously, stopping from time to time to stare blankly at the portrait on the wall.He looked like he hadn't slept all night, his hair was disheveled and his face was haggard.There was a newspaper on the table in the living room, and the candle was completely burned out and stuck to it glisteningly with wax.

"What's the matter, Dad? Did you not sleep last night?" Viola was very surprised.

The man raised his head all of a sudden, his eyes were bloodshot and looked very hideous. "Viola, you..." He stopped suddenly again, seeming to be pulling his hair in distraught, not sure what to say. "No, I..."

Viola stood there watching him quietly, waiting for his next words.

The man took a deep breath: "Viola, I need to talk to you." He pretended to be calm, but the words he spoke were trembling.He raised his head and stared into Viola's eyes, his face was tense, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth with great effort: "Where did you go yesterday?"

Viola's heart sank suddenly.Every word of the man hit the eardrums, and fear rose up, piercing straight into the bottom of my heart like a needle.

It seemed that something had escaped her control silently.

II. Witch

It didn't take long for the demon to return. He lost the boy's body and became a black cat again. He fell gracefully from the window sill to the floor as soft as a feather.It curled up on Viola's bed, wagging its tail lazily and enjoying the afternoon sun, trying to press down the hair on its neck that was raised at a weird angle with its paws.

"What is that?" Viola finally couldn't help asking.

The black cat said nonchalantly: "It's just because this cat was strangled alive, I don't want to keep this ugly appearance."

"Strangle the cat? Who would do such a cruel thing?"

"There are so many things like this. Humans always like to take out the unhappiness they get from others on innocent animals. But this cat, if you want to know, I can tell you that it was Ailian who did it." .”

Viola was no longer surprised by how cruel things Ailian would do, she just asked: "...why?"

"Who knows? Probably because this cat just happened to appear where it shouldn't be? How to put it, Ailian always wipes out everything she thinks is threatening before she can feel at ease. I stumbled here by mistake before For the human beings who came, Ailian would only walk away after seeing them die with her own eyes."

"Including me? If Ailian really found me just now, I..."

"You won't die." The black cat said firmly, "I'm helping you so that you won't get into trouble. Besides, witches are different from ordinary humans. Witches are hard to kill, even with Burning. The only thing that can destroy a witch is despair. As long as you drop despair on the witch's rose, the witch will die completely."

The black cat said with a smile: "You are stronger than any witch, Viola. Because you will never despair, you still have the wish to regain your body, don't you? Now Eileen is just an ordinary person, she I can't do anything to you."

"Really." Viola raised her hands to her eyes, letting the sun shine on her face from between her fingers.Her purple hair was scattered on the pillow, and her eyelashes were dyed golden by the sun. She was enveloped in warmth and seemed to be falling asleep immediately. "Can I really get my body back, before it's completely broken? I can't even get out of here."

"Do you hate this place so much? But don't you like magic? Or do you hate being a witch?" The black cat's golden eyes flickered, and it smiled after meeting Viola's eyes. "Oh, don't be so nervous, I'm just asking. It's okay to be honest, I won't be angry."

Viola was a little hesitant, although since she knew the black cat, he has always been kind and gentle, sometimes with a naughty look, but the other party is a devil.Demons that have no entity and can only be attached to corpses, no one has seen their true colors... Does it really matter?

As if he understood what Viola was worried about, the black cat said lightly: "I've never told a lie, but it's okay to tell the truth. If you like it, you like it, if you hate it, you hate it. You don't need to think too much about it. "

Viola was finally defeated and nodded slightly. "...Yeah, I don't like being a witch at all."

"Why? Isn't it good to have magical powers that others don't have? Ah, I see, is it because I was scared by those corpses?"

Viola shook her head again.She was born in a hunter's family, and she often helped her father handle the prey, so she was used to the smelly blood and fur.But only murder is an extremely intolerable sin. "We have always been educated in this way. Killing someone is absolutely intolerable and a heinous thing. The other party is just like you. They can cry and laugh and have their own family members' own feelings. How can you attack the same kind?"

The black cat was puzzled: "Why not? They don't have much contact with you, they are just strangers, so what does it matter if they are dead or alive?"

"Then can you imagine that one day you will kill your own kind, such as the crow? You eat it too just for yourself."

The black cat thought for a while: "The relationship between us demons is just an ordinary transaction, but if I have to, I think I will."

Viola had nothing to say.She finally saw clearly that those demons were heartless, they could pretend to be gentle or cute, but that was just a poor imitation of human beings, a ridiculous camouflage.They will never understand the compassion behind tenderness.

"Are all human beings like this? They always look forward and backward because of some unimportant things."

"But this is...the bottom line that must never be violated."

"Even so, so what? If one day you have nothing but yourself, just like Ailian, she never hesitated about killing people."

Viola sat up, hugged herself with her arms around her knees and said softly, "I'm different from Eileen. I can't do it." That's right, she couldn't do anything like murder.Before the frog dies, it will make a shrill "quack", and before the cat dies, it will make a final "meow". She never has the heart to kill those living beings, let alone people?

"But only similar people are attracted to each other, isn't it?"