[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

West, cover their attempts with smiles and sweet words.They never lie, which makes what they do more believable and more capable of confusing others.

Viola forced herself to calm down, and she took a last look at the window of the room where the man's body lay - it was already pitch black, picked up the black cat and left the backyard of the tavern.She soon reached the edge of the town, and the hunter's hut was already silhouetted in the darkness.

The cat lay quietly in her arms without moving, and Viola could even feel its warm body and the faint heartbeat hidden under the soft fur, and hers. Fit together to be the only voice in this darkness.That is a living life.

live cat?Then it wouldn't be a demon.but--

She glanced at the black cat, and thought very calmly: If there is any chance...

"Are you really not a demon?" Viola asked the cat in her arms in a very gentle voice, the black cat's ears pricked up, and it turned its head to look at her curiously.Its whiskers trembled softly, which made it look very cute. "You're not that kind of thing, are you? The kind that sees humans as prey..."

The black cat made no answer, and Viola never expected it to. "So it's just an ordinary black cat? It just ran to the window sill by chance and saw something you shouldn't see?" She showed a very sweet smile, and gently combed the hair on the cat's neck with her hands. hair.She touched the black cat's neck, it was so small and fragile, as if it could be broken with a light pinch.

"It's so cute, I've always wanted a pet cat." She sighed, her eyes gliding over the black cat's shiny black fur, but she still tightened her fingers.

The black cat began to struggle, began to paw at her hand, and its hind legs kicked in the air in vain, whining faintly.Viola didn't let go, she calmly looked at the bloodstains on the back of her hand, and squeezed the cat's neck even more tightly.

There was silence in the darkness, and the forest she faced was like the entrance to hell, dark and obscure.The cold night wind howled among the branches, as if it had been a long time, and it seemed not too long, the black cat did not move.At that moment, the soft body finally stopped struggling and hung limply, turning into a small, temperatureless corpse.

It turned out that it was really just an ordinary black cat.

Viola turned into a disgusted expression, loosened her hand, and the black cat's body fell to the ground covered with fallen leaves with a plop, and looked at her pitifully with absent-minded golden eyes motionless.

"Don't look at me like that." She said impatiently to the black cat's corpse on the ground, "If you want to blame it, you should be blamed for being there. There are so many window sills, why would you run to that window sill?"

The black cat remained motionless and did not make a sound.

Viola suddenly felt a little cold, she wrapped the cloak tightly around her body, but frowned because of the bloody smell on it.It was getting late, and she had to burn the cloak and go home.Even if she stood here, she didn't have to worry about being discovered, but she didn't have too much time to waste.

"Good-bye, then," Viola said to the black cat's body.

A withered yellow leaf fell on the corpse, trembling slightly on its tail.For some reason, a feeling of irritability emerged in Viola's heart, something that should have been forgotten or handed over to the devil from the depths of her heart...

Is that mercy?

Viola didn't want to understand, she had long forgotten this feeling.Because only others have ever pitied her, looked at her with eyes full of tears and hypocrisy, and said things that were insignificant and useless.At that time, she was just an ugly, dirty, sick girl. She always thought that there would be no more unfortunate person in the world than her.

She stood there staring blankly at the corpse, wriggling her lips, and finally spit out a few fragmented words after a long time. "……I'm very sorry."

Viola finally decided to bury the black cat.She couldn't find a shovel, so she squatted down and removed the leaves in the most primitive way to clear a piece of bare soil.She began to dig with her hands, digging the hard dirt under her fingers with her beautifully manicured hands.She saw that her nails were soon covered with mud and looked dirty, and soon felt the pain from her fingertips.

But she didn't stop.A pit the size of a black cat quickly formed under her hands, and she picked up the cooled body and carefully placed it in the pit.The next step is to bury the soil, bury the black cat in it, and let it get the treatment it deserves like a human being.

——The girl with lavender long hair and a red bow tie stretched out a hand with bandages all over her fingers. There were specks of blood oozing from under the bandages, and she could even see through the gaps in the bandages Red, shattered skin that began to rot like a crushed earthworm.The girl was doing the same thing she was doing, burying a cold black cat's body in the ground.

Viola stopped the movement of her hands, and she stared at the dirt in her palm, which was leaking from between her fingers and sprinkled unevenly on the black cat, dyeing its black hair brown-gray.

The memory of the evening when the disaster started revived in her mind without any warning.She remembered, and the fact that she remembered made her start to tremble.At that time, it was precisely because she ran out of the door to bury the black cat's body in disregard of her mother's instructions, that she cut the last thread that maintained the relationship between mother and daughter.The precarious balance was completely broken, and everything she did finally made that hateful woman make up her mind to abandon her.

The black cat turned out to be ominous from the very beginning.

She thought of the man she had killed, his body was still lying cold on the bed, unable to breathe.And her father was still snoring loudly in the hut.She will never allow anyone to destroy the love she finally got, not even a devil.

Viola stood up, turned and ran into the forest without looking at the black cat body that was half buried in the soil and half in the cold wind.She set fire to the cloak and washed the blood off the knife in the stream.She stared at the face of the girl with blond hair reflected on the water, her green eyes were hard, cold and determined.

II. Witch

Crow is undoubtedly a very good doctor - if you ignore his nature is evil.

After drinking the sweet orange-flavored medicine brought by the crow, Viola soon felt a tingling pain from her leg, which was as hot as a knife.This was the first time in a long time that her legs felt like they were just a decoration.

Even Viola was surprised that she felt grateful to a demon, but she still couldn't control her gratitude: "Thank you for the medicine, Mr. Black Crow. It works very well."

"Of course." Crow accepted without any humility.It watched intently as Viola excitedly opened the quilt and stuffed her feet into the red leather shoes that floated over by itself, then turned into a puzzled expression, and asked suspiciously: "But I still don't understand why you want to Wouldn’t it be good to do this kind of redundant thing and keep it as it is? In order not to be tortured by illness, it’s worth paying a little sacrifice.”

"I..." Viola was about to speak to defend herself, but the severe pain from inside her body caused her to fall heavily to the ground, and she pulled the bed sheet studded with roses to the ground.She bit her tongue, and the blood oozing from the corner of her mouth turned out to be bitter.But it was nothing compared to the pain coming from the joints, the kind of constant pain that grew from the bones and made her scream.

Her head looked like someone had beaten her, her fingers looked like someone had pulled out her nails, her legs looked like someone had chopped them off, and she felt pain in every part of her body.The ringing in her ears made it difficult for her to hear what the crow said next.

"But now all of this is your own choice." Black Crow just looked at her indifferently, without a trace of pity in his golden eyes.

"I... I know." Viola stood up staggeringly while leaning on the railing of the small bed, she tried her best to hold back the wailing that might be yelled at any time, and managed to squeeze out a little voice from her throat to answer. "I... I have no regrets."

If that's what Eileen can live with, so can she.She forced her body to get used to the pain, forced herself to forget about it and stare into the crow's eyes.

"Even if you regret it, it's too late." Black Crow said.And very soon, its movement of about to take off stopped because of Viola's shout.

"Wait, what do I need to pay?" The girl said in a voice that was clearly suppressing the pain, "The black cat said, what sacrifices do I have to pay to get something from you? It's me who wants to become a witch, so what do you want for the medicine that cured your legs this time and your throat last time?"

The black crow stared at her for a long time, and after confirming that she was not joking, she replied, "No, that guy, the black cat, has already paid for it."

"Paid? But why should he..."

"Because you are his witch, aren't you? Since you have decided to become his witch, you must understand that she is a guy who has been talking on his own terms." Crow combed his feathers with his beak, and said casually, "I did this to save you before, but now