[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

A century is long and long.The sun really exuded warmth when it hit her body, and the sweet scent of roses woke her up from the twilight, and she finally got out of the thick fog that had kept her in the dark and couldn't move.

She's still alive, as unbelievable as that sounds.

She tried to sit up from the bed, but suddenly lost her balance and fell down again, her hair messed up her face.A smiling and lazy voice came from not far away: "Ah, are you finally awake?"

Who are you?She wanted to ask this, but she was annoyed to find that her throat could not speak at all because of the poison, and could only utter a few hoarse syllables.

That voice really laughed, and the bright voice sounded like a boy softly. "Don't worry, we'll fix you. There may be a price to pay, but that's not a big deal... Don't rush out of bed, it's better for you to lie like this now, and when the bandages are removed in a few days You can restore the light."

Restoring the light?She stretched out her hand hesitantly, and after a long hesitation, she gently pressed it on her eyes.Under the bandages are no longer sunken eye sockets, but real eyeballs.She could even feel the faint light coming through the gaps in the bandages, even if it was only a little too weak to be recognized, it was enough to prove everything.

"It's unbelievable, don't you?" The voice said with a smile, "Don't laugh at our healing magic, you'll be fine..."

Another cold voice came from the other side of the room, interrupting the boy's words: "You talk too much."

She was startled, and turned her head blankly to where the sound came from. She hadn't felt that there was another person there before.He didn't even make any sound.

"What does it matter, anyway, she will know sooner or later..." the former said indifferently. "So girl, rest well. We'll meet again soon."

After that, there was no movement in the room, and it seemed that she was the only one left.She had to lie down quietly and pull the quilt up to her chin.Those lovely birdsong made her feel better, she never thought she would survive.She thought that she should have died on that rainy day.

But she was still alive, no matter who was the smiling boy before or the cold boy who felt the opposite, she was still alive, they saved her.

She could feel her heart beating, steady and powerful.There was no bloody smell all over her body anymore, although she was still cold and didn't look like a living thing at all.

She was still alive, and she almost shed tears at the thought.And in the next second, a sudden fear came without warning, sweeping away all the joy.She was shivering under the blanket, her hands wrapped around her shoulders and trembling violently, even this could not alleviate the biting coldness of her heart in the slightest.His lips were bitten, and the faint smell of rust gradually tasted bitter.

Her father, her unshaven father who loved her forever.She had to go back, because the person beside him was not her daughter!She wants to go back, go home!

But he won't recognize you.

A cold voice spoke calmly and indifferently, without a trace of emotion.She immediately stopped struggling to lift the quilt and stand up, the hand hanging by her side grabbed the sheet tightly, the nails sunk deep in her palm were almost bleeding.

No, he will, because I am her real daughter.

The voice continued to say calmly: There is her there, plus your current appearance.He just treats you like a monster.

"Go away... monster!"

No, I'm not a monster.Please look at me, please look at me again.

The howling lightning, the cold rain, the wet blood, the sound of gunshots, the sound of distant footsteps...all of them reappeared in front of my eyes again, making me desperate.She wanted to scream, but her burned throat would not allow it, and her ability to even get out of bed was ruthlessly taken away.

The girl couldn't bear it anymore, and fell on the bed, crying silently.In the room, only the curtains were blowing in the wind, and there was no one to comfort her anymore.

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Viola carefully poked her head out of the railing and looked to the left and right. There was no one on the stone-paved street, only the fallen leaves of the tall fir trees on both sides were slowly rotating in the wind.She breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the blue skirt that reached her ankles, and carefully stepped on the roses carved on the railing, and climbed to the top of the railing with jerky and stiff movements.

She slowly brought her foot to the other side, facing the street.The wind was a bit strong, and Viola straightened her flying skirt in the wind, lowered her head and stared at the ground two meters away from her feet, and took a deep breath. The gray slate looked cold and hard .She's going to jump off—

"Viola!"

A loud cry from behind startled her, and she staggered and almost fell directly.

The sound of someone's footsteps on the stone slab was slowly approaching. Viola gritted her teeth and jumped off the top of the railing. She didn't want to be discovered.When the soles of her feet touched the hard street, she almost fell, and her ankle twisted and hurt and she was about to cry. What's worse, her skirt was caught by the sharp protrusion on the top of the railing.After hearing Han Xin's "stab", Viola found to her annoyance that the blue dress she was wearing was completely unwearable, and the cracks actually meandered all the way to her thighs.

"Viola!" The culprit rushed over. A girl was staring at her across the iron railing, "Viola! It's not over yet, and you're going to skip class again!"

"Come on, Kelly. Harvest is coming up, don't you want to come out early and see?"

Kelly was a little moved, and said hesitantly: "But no matter what, if it is discovered..."

"If you stay here any longer, you will really be discovered. How about it? Decide quickly, whether to go back to that bald old man, or come out to the market with me?"

"I..." Kelly frowned, and the freckles on her nose became more obvious.After Viola smacked her lips impatiently, she finally looked up. "I'm sorry, Viola . . . I think I'll let it go. If my father finds out I'm skipping class, I'll be beaten. You go, I won't tell anyone."

"Coward." Viola snorted loudly.Kelly seemed to hear it, and her face flushed even more, but she just whispered "I'm sorry" again and slipped away quickly with her head down.Viola turned away bored.

She didn't care if Kelly wanted to go or not, Kelly was just a fool who would always do what her dad told her to do.Viola carefully covered the unsightly rip on the skirt with a white apron, and walked towards the other side of the street without any guilt.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time she skipped class, her father was so kind, even if he found out that she climbed over the iron railing and went to play in the street, at most he would only scold her with a livid face, and never beat her.Sometimes, when she went to play in the forest too late, her father would call her name over and over again with a light on and a shotgun in hand.As long as she heard the call, she would walk towards her father, and she didn't want to worry the man who loved her at all.

So she hated that old teacher who was about to sink into the ground, with no ups and downs and reading textbooks boringly, which made her feel stiff and stiff.The outside world is so beautiful, with such warm sunshine, the scent of flowers and the singing of birds, nothing is better than sitting lifelessly in a closed room.

For example, the Summer Harvest Festival, which was started half a month ago, made the whole town lively, and her heart had already left her textbooks and went to the lively market.This small town is not very big, she just walked for 10 minutes, and before any sweat dripped from her forehead, she had already walked through half of the town to the market in the center of the town.

The bazaar, which was originally full of sewage, has been cleaned up, and the messy grocery stalls have been tidied up, replaced by a simple wooden stage, dotted with a lot of flowers and ribbons.A short, middle-aged man stepped on a ladder and nailed a wooden sign that said "Summer Harvest Festival", and many people were working hard to paint the stage a pleasing red.The dogs barked happily and shuttled under the feet of the crowd, and the coachman lashed Martin, who was pulling the cart, and walked past Viola with a clatter. The bell on the horse's neck made a crisp ringing.Viola even saw the monkey, sitting on the shoulder of a juggler, and making faces at the onlookers, which provoked fits of laughter.

Viola looked in amazement at the brand-new bazaar, and everything around her was so new and unprecedented.She saw that the barbecue rack had been set up, and even a huge pyre had been built.Three days later, on the night of the Summer Harvest Festival, a grand bonfire party will be held here, which is the biggest festival of the year.

The people in the small town are already excited, with wet sweat and smiles on their faces.The kind-hearted people surrounded the wandering entertainers and coaxed them to show their skills in advance, and Viola squeezed in equally curiously.

She saw a clown in ridiculous clothes with painted faces throwing three burning torches, and a man in a big cloak was playing the piano, and almost everyone couldn't help but dance to the music.There is also a man in a black tuxedo and a tall hat who has