[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

Inside was the witch's room, but she only saw blue curtains flying.

Want to go in?Viola suddenly hesitated.If there really was a new witch, wouldn't she just walk in like this and throw herself into a trap?She was no longer a witch, and the house would no longer remember her spirit guiding her the way it had done the previous time.But if you don't go in...

"Meow." A crisp meow suddenly sounded from the courtyard, startling Viola.She saw a black cat perched on a stump, looking at her with mocking golden eyes, just as before.

Her heart sank suddenly.It was only then that she realized sadly that her life had fallen back into entanglement with the demon.Even if she changed her body and changed her life, even if she lied to herself over and over again, she still couldn't cut off all the past.

"...Is that you?" She asked softly with frustration almost showing on her face.

The black cat didn't respond, just continued to stare at her silently as if warning her not to come in.The fringe of fur around its neck stood out strangely, reminding Viola of the cat she had strangled and left unburied not long ago, and she was almost immediately sure that it was indeed a demon.

Viola resolutely looked at the black cat in the courtyard through an iron gate: "I just want to know, who is that new witch...?"

The black cat narrowed its eyes, but remained silent.Not far from the forest came the shouts of men from the search and rescue team, and the birds were startled.Viola lost her patience, and could no longer bear the growing irritability rising in her heart, pushed open the door, and stepped on the soft, dewy lawn in the courtyard.

At last the black cat stood up from the stump.It stared at Viola with meaningful eyes, and said in a low voice: "You finally decided to come in, Eileen."

Viola, no, it may be called "Eileen" now.She stared at the black cat fiercely and said meanly: "Why, now you finally stop pretending to be dumb?"

"After all, you used to be my witch. Although the contract has ended, it's okay to talk to you occasionally." The black cat almost immediately resumed its cynical tone, "But this is not the place where humans should come, here It's dangerous. If you had turned away just now, you could have continued to be your Viola, and nothing would have happened. But you came in..."

Ailian clenched her fists: "So what? Will I die?"

"...It may not be so easy to get out."

Ailian snorted softly: "You don't have to worry about it." Although the roses in the courtyard bloomed luxuriantly, they were always weak and sick as if they had been wilted by the summer sun.She grabbed a petal at hand and slowly tore it into pieces.

The black cat stared at her every move, showing a hurt expression: "Oh, it's only been Viola for a month, why are you not cute at all now?" Then it lazily changed its sitting position , "What can I do for you?"

Ailian's face darkened: "I just want to know, who is the new witch?"

The black cat wagged its tail, but didn't answer right away. "Why do you want to know this?" It looked at Eileen inquiringly, and Eileen didn't look away.

"Because she killed Andrea. She did, didn't she?"

"But it's very strange, Ailian. That's obviously just a girl who has nothing to do with 'Viola'."

"Oh, do you think I can continue to be that ignorant and stupid Viola after so many things have happened?" Eileen said with a sullen face, "Papa probably suspects me, he thinks my recent behavior is very strange .It all started with the appearance of that new witch. Who the hell is that?"

The black cat looked at her with burning golden eyes, as if thinking about something.Before Ailian was about to lose patience, it finally replied: "Unfortunately, I am bound by the contract and I have no way to reveal the identity of the witch. But there is no way, you can go in and take a look."

Eileen looked at it suspiciously, and the black cat smiled and added before Eileen questioned: "Don't worry, Eileen. I taught my witch a new magic, and in order to use it, she drew All the magic. Now there is no magic in that little bungalow, just like an ordinary cottage, anyone can just walk in."

Devils don't lie.Ailian made up her mind and finally pushed open the red door of the bungalow.She walked up the winding staircase, the wooden stairs creaking under her feet, and the black cat followed quietly.Then came the long corridor, flanked by stained-glass windows, and finally a small door at the end of which stood two bouquets of withered roses.

Really, it was very quiet along the way, and even the invisible cook had long since disappeared.Ailian stood in front of the familiar wooden door and held her breath. The black cat watched her open the door with great interest.

The door creaked, but it didn't disturb the little figure on the bed.All of a sudden, Ailian caught a strand of her long hair protruding from the white quilt.

It was lavender.

A bad premonition came up, and Ailian strode up. She looked at the little girl who was sleeping on the bed in a trance.Lilac long hair, red bow, pale face, red nightdress.That was herself.

No, or rather, that was her past self.

Viola is not dead?How can it be?Obviously she saw her die under the gunshots with her own eyes, and her body was soaked in rainwater...

Ailian soon saw something even more incredible.She saw the girl's hand outside the covers, looking as pale as the sheet, while her fingertips clutched a red notebook with a golden light over it.It was something given to that woman long, long ago, when she was still Eileen's mother.And this magic is also the magic of peeping people's memories that the black cat once taught her.

Eileen trembled because she was swollen from the inside out with complete anger.Without thinking, she grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pulled her up.Her voice trembled, and she could barely form a finished sentence.

"Who the hell allowed you to peek at my memory?"

II. Witch

The dilapidated door opened slowly, and the gray mottled wall was still the one that entered.This is a slum alley that cannot be exposed to the sun all year round. The floor tiles are covered with thick dirt, and the sewage flowing across it exudes a suffocating stench.Ailian lifted the corner of her skirt and carefully avoided the oil-stained puddles left by the rain, and stepped timidly into the narrow sunlight shining in from the entrance of the alley.

The sunlight is gentle and doesn't make people feel glaring at all. Ailian blinked and tried hard to get the world outside which is always under the sunlight into her eyes, but her sick eyes were still stimulated to tears.

White doves fly in the blue sky that is as clear as jewels, as well as bright flowers and laughing children, just like a music box that opens the lid to reveal the colorfulness hidden inside.Ailian smiled slightly, without a trace of impurity but genuine joy from the heart.She seemed to have completely forgotten the pain entangled in her body, singing all the way to the park not far from the slum.

The children laughed and held their parents' hands, only Ailian was alone.She just glanced at them and then looked away, walked to the empty swing set and started swinging.Her purple hair was blown messily around her face, and her red dress was burning like fire and fluttering in the wind.She swung higher and higher, and even let go of the hand holding the rope without fear and stretched out to the sky, as if she would embrace the sun immediately.

Ailian showed a smile, but soon that smile disappeared like ice and snow melting.She heard the people around pointing at her as if they saw something she shouldn't see, and the soft and malicious comments bit her heart bit by bit.

"What's under her bandages? So scary?"

"It's an infectious disease, stay away from her."

"Unclean child."

"wack."

"Mom, I don't want to see her."

"It's scary."

The people around all walked away, and Ailian lowered her eyes to hide the hatred inside.The swing swayed lower and lower, and finally stopped slowly, and the palm of her hand holding the rope was bleeding.

(You... what are you? What right do you have to laugh at me like this? I don't care to stay with you.)

Eileen raised her head abruptly, with beast-like anger in her eyes.She glared as contemptuously as she could at those silently peering at her, and with the utmost arrogance she left the swing set and walked to the sandpit to begin building a castle.And the other children gave her disgusted eyes, and stayed away from the swing she sat on, as if they would be infected with such a disgusting disease as long as they touched that swing.

Eileen silently gathered the sand with her hands, kneading the grains of sand roughly into a ball as if every grain of sand had a great hatred for her.The grains of sand also returned to her the hardness of malice. The grains of sand embedded themselves in the bandage in her palm, and blood oozes out in spots.But Ailian just bit her lips stubbornly, erected all the thorns all over her body, and refused the approach of others.

People quickly turned their attention away to go about their business, and Eileen sat there alone as silent as the air.She soon felt tired, and the anger came and went quickly, and the tiredness surfaced and filled her heart.her city