[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

The red roses in the vase were in full bloom, and the sweet smell lingered for a long time.The black cat's body lay quietly on the window sill, smiling silently, as if seeing through her futile deception.

For a long time, she was alone in the whole house, but she didn't have to worry about having no one to take care of herself.Those black teas, refreshments, pills, broths, will all be ready to float in front of her by themselves, and all she has to do is open her mouth.Those cups and plates wash themselves clean afterwards. "The whole house is magical." The black cat once explained to her that it had changed the body of a black cat at that time.Black cats don't appear often, according to it, because "after Ailian is gone, it will be difficult to find the beautiful black cat's body".

If I can do magic, can I change my body back?When the black cat came back one day, Viola asked silently.

The black cat glanced at her thoughtfully. "Maybe."

With hope ignited in her heart, she immediately asked: What is maybe?

"Because this is a very complicated magic, rare beyond your imagination. And let's not talk about it for now, Viola, do you have the consciousness to become a witch?" The black cat said without any emotion. The golden eyes stared at Viola and said softly.

To be... a witch?Can she use this magic?

The black cat laughed: "Didn't you use it well, when stopping Ailian? All you need is guidance. You can become a very powerful witch, Viola."

So……

No matter what, I'm going to get my body back.Everything I should have, I have to get it back.

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The hooting of an owl from outside the window suddenly awakened Viola from her daze.As if shivering, she suddenly escaped from the dense fog in her sleep, and the chill of the summer night penetrated to the bottom of her heart in one breath.

Goosebumps spread all over the exposed skin. Viola shivered and put on a black cloak, and gently pushed away the gleaming knife under the pillow in her sleeve. the door of the room.

The living room was pitch black except for the shiny shotgun hanging on the wall.A portrait of a blond woman hung beside her and watched Viola silently, with a frozen smile on her face.The door of Dad's room was ajar, and there was a loud snoring sound from the man inside.

Viola suddenly felt a little sad.

If Dad knew what she was going to do next, he would be very disappointed.Yelling at her?Or punch and kick Kylie like her dad did?No matter what, he will not remain indifferent.But at least it made her feel that he loved her.And not like that man...

Her long lavender hair was inherited from the man who used to be her father. Whenever she saw the face in the mirror—a face that was [-]% similar to him, she would think of him involuntarily.

In her memory, that man had never looked at her directly since she was born, he always only had that woman in his eyes, and he only thought she didn't exist.

What's so good about that woman?She never thought through why the hateful woman who wanted to abandon their father and daughter still firmly occupied her father's heart until she died.

So she killed him because she gave him love and he didn't want it.He regards it as cheap... No, it's not even cheap, he simply treats her love like air, and ignores it without pain.

Viola had no idea how happy she was!She had such a good dad, a dad who saw her as his whole world, and she just took it for granted.She doesn't deserve it!That kind and ignorant girl who is so hateful doesn't deserve all of this!Whenever she faced her with that self-righteous friendly smile, she was almost mad with jealousy.

Why can she have it all and I don't?That blond-haired girl was lying so healthy on the sunny lawn, enjoying the love of her friends and father, which further brought out her own humbleness and pity.Yes, I can only lie on the bed forever and cannot enjoy all the fun. I am skinny and pale, and I am not a pleasing girl by any means.

Thinking of this, the guilt and sadness in her heart disappeared instantly.Since that girl doesn't cherish it, she should accept it all, right?So, the juggler had to die.No one in this world can know this secret except her.

She glanced indifferently at the portrait that should be her mother, and left the hunter's hut lightly without hesitation.The cold wind swished, making a creepy whistling among the intertwined branches.She wrapped herself a little tighter in the cloak, and soon she was in the town.

The unfinished stage during the day only left a vague outline at night, and a dividing line was neatly split in the bottomless black.There was no one on the street anymore, only the occasional lights from the windows of a few houses drew bright squares in the shape of windows on the stone road.

Viola carefully avoided all the lights and the prying eyes of all possible people and came quietly to the only tavern that doubles as a hotel in the small town.The whole town has fallen asleep peacefully, only this tavern is still noisy and refuses to stop.She hid in the shadows and looked inside carefully, and easily found the wandering entertainers among a group of drunks shouting and clinking glasses.Their attire makes them seem out of place with those around them.

The ridiculously short clown had washed off the paint on his face and was pouring beer after cup.And the man playing the violin shook his head and sang songs, which aroused applause.Only the man in the black tall hat got up drunk after a few drinks, and staggered up the stairs leading to the second floor.

The singing sound could still be faintly heard through a window, Viola stretched out her hand and touched the protrusion at the waist, where the knife was hidden, extremely cold.This might be a good chance to kill that guy.

Viola walked around to the dirty courtyard of the tavern, and when she raised her head, she could just see the dark windows on the second floor.Only one window was lit, and the candlelight imprinted the image of the man in the tall hat on the tightly drawn curtains.

She did not wait long before the man took off his hat and lay down on the bed before the candle went out.She waited patiently, hiding in the bushes, until the moon was high in the sky, until she was absolutely sure the man was fast asleep.At last she stood up and went under the window.

Viola tied her skirt around her waist, grabbed the ivy on the wall and climbed up the seemingly insecure drainpipe.Her leg was cut by a thorn on the vine, and blood dripped on the white skirt.

It's really inconvenient without magic.But even so, Viola quickly climbed to the window sill on the second floor, and landed on the floor as silently as a cat.She walked to the man's bed, and with the faint starlight outside the window, she could clearly distinguish the outline of the man.He seemed very drunk, reeked of tobacco and sweat, and lay there unsuspecting, motionless, showing no signs of waking up.

It's very simple, isn't it? Although I can't use magic, my body is no longer sick and weak like before.Viola drew out the knife, stretched out her left hand to cover the man's mouth, and then cut the man's throat with her right hand.She used a lot of strength, and suddenly opened a big gash in the man's throat, a large amount of warm blood gushed out like a fountain, and a lot of it splashed on her face.

The man immediately woke up with his eyes wide open. He wanted to scream, but his throat had been cut and he could only make a hoarse and weak whine.He was like a dying goldfish out of water, gasping for breath and making a horrible bellows-like snoring sound.He saw the girl with a cold expression in front of her, stretching out her hand with the horror before death on her face, and blood foamed from her mouth.

Viola quietly avoided, she had plenty of time.And she didn't have to worry about being heard, because the noise and the sound of the piano in the tavern downstairs were loud enough that those people would just think it was the howling wind.

She was patient enough to watch the man struggle on the bed, and soon his hands hung down and he couldn't move, even his breathing stopped.The blood stained the entire bed sheet, leaving a pungent smell of blood dripping down his fingertips.

He died without a sound.Viola indifferently wiped the knife clean with the blood-stained bed sheet and put it back on her waist, turning her head to look at the frozen face.

Blood foam covered his face and hair, only a pair of dull eyes stared at her.His throat had been scratched by his own nails, and the wound was turned outward like a flower petal, and the nails were covered with blood and turned purple.Viola smiled knowingly, turned around and was about to leave.She no longer has to worry about someone revealing her secret, no one will know her true identity.The story of the witch Ailian has now completely become the past.

As for the man's body, it probably won't be until tomorrow morning.