[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

It's the same now, obviously it can..." It stopped talking suddenly.

Viola raised her head: "Obviously what can I do?"

The black crow took a step back on the window sill: "He is back, you should ask him. Then, we probably won't see each other often in the future. Take care, little witch." The black crow flew away as if escaping. Aura called after it and never looked back, leaving a pure black feather on the windowsill.

Viola turned her head and saw the black cat coming from the door of the room. "The black crow is gone? The guy who likes to sow discord the most."

Viola nodded, and she lay back on her bed and put the pillow behind her back to sit up, because this would relieve the pain a little.The black cat jumped to her side and said relaxedly, "Would you like some black tea?"

Viola shook her head again, she just felt that the pain in her body would make it difficult for her to swallow anything.She was hesitant to ask the question just now, but instinctively she felt that the black cat would not answer.

The black cat asked as if he had read her thoughts: "Why, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"I..." Viola didn't know how to ask for a moment, she carefully selected her words, suppressing the pain from deep in the bone marrow and frowning. "...Why did you save me?"

"Because you don't want to die, and I want you to live, it's that simple." The black cat replied without any hesitation.

"But...you don't have to. I mean, I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm of no use to you, are I?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Don't forget that Ailian also thought that she was a useless ordinary person before."

"So, what is the black crow talking about paying you?"

The black cat finally raised its head and looked at her with those golden eyes that were as cold as the crow's. Even though its tone was relaxed and even gentle, it still made Viola shiver uncontrollably. "You'll find out soon enough."

"But I still don't understand..."

The clock hanging on the wall rang, and when the hour hand turned to the hour, a long chime echoed in the small room. Viola even felt that her heart was trembling slightly with the bell.She stopped suddenly, because in addition to the bell, she also heard a sharp scream from the hall downstairs.

It was the scream of a dying girl, full of despair, like the wailing of a beast caught in a trap.

"Then, what is that?" Viola asked tremblingly.

The black cat jumped lightly to the floor. "Oh, so it's over so soon," it said, and then turned to Viola, "This is what has to be paid, Viola." It watched Viola struggle to get off the bed, and Said: "Why, do you want to go and have a look?"

Viola hesitated.She could feel that if she went down something unpleasant was bound to happen.But this is the witch's house, and everything in this house is magical and very dangerous.The poor girl's voice seemed to be in some danger, and she must not ignore it.

"Okay," she said to the black cat, "I'll go down with you."

The author has something to say: this week is really busy, so I have no time to code...

Neither Eileen's mercy nor Viola's mercy will have a happy ending.

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I. girl

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window on her face in the morning, Viola woke up naturally.She lay on the bed and looked at the incredible blue sky, feeling better little by little.For the first time in such a long time, she slept so peacefully, and was no longer entangled by those blood-red nightmares.

For the first time, she felt joy from the bottom of her heart, and now she was Viola through and through.Her secret will be buried with the magician in the grave, and no one will ever know it again.

This is the best ending.She got health and the love she always wanted.Her parents didn't give it to her, but the devil did.

Viola didn't get up from the bed until the sun rose above the treetops and the light began to burn.Pa had gone hunting early, and Viola saw the note he had left on the table:

"Viola, are you okay? If you still feel uncomfortable, don't force it. Today is the weekend and you don't need to get up early, so take a good rest.

love you dad. "

Look, she's so happy now, with a great dad who loves her so much that everyone else is jealous.Viola picked up the note and put it in her close-fitting pocket, hugging a handsome boy she imagined, laughing and twirling in the living room.

She didn't stop panting until she turned dizzy and hit the cabinet, knocking the portrait of her mother hanging on the wall.Viola immediately stood on tiptoe and straightened the frame: "I'm so sorry..."

"...my mother." She was finally able to say the title that she hadn't said for many years without any burden.The blond woman was smiling in the frame, and for the first time Viola thought she was so beautiful and so kind.The smile that was originally cold and stagnant in her eyes finally came alive in her eyes.

She wants to sing, she wants to dance, she wants to throw off her shoes and rush into the cool stream, even if it will soak her skirt.She really wanted to do all the things she hadn't done for so many years, and no illness would haunt her again.

She put on a new snow-white skirt, put on the straw hat her father bought for her last year, and went out.Sunshine is beautiful, and she can finally enjoy the feeling of the sun shining on her body without worrying that her fragile skin will be burned by the sun and bleed.She sang all the way to the small town, and everyone on the road greeted her with a smile.

Viola stopped at the door of a simple flower shop, and it was the scent of roses in the air that brought her here.The fresh red roses were also placed in the flower basket at the door with dew, which was set off by the surrounding white flowers more delicately.And the female owner of the flower shop came out with a smile: "Viola, are you going to visit your mother's grave again? I have white lilies that I just picked today, and I specially left a bouquet for you..."

Viola stared blankly at the woman in front of her, subconsciously began to search for the memory that originally belonged to Viola.Indeed, at this time of year Viola would take a bouquet of lilies to visit the grave of her mother who had passed away for many years.Her mother died of dystocia while giving birth to her.So, today is her birthday?

She almost never had a birthday, her original family was so poor, all the money was spent on expensive medicines and there was no money left to celebrate a sick daughter's birthday.She didn't even know what a birthday was like.

Thinking of this, Viola showed a sweet smile to the florist: "Thank you, Mrs. Anna." She obediently took the bouquet of lilies that Mrs. Anna gave her, then suddenly her eyes moved, and she said softly : "Excuse me, can I have another bouquet, please? I want to visit a friend who passed away."

Mrs. Anna was a little confused, but without saying anything, she picked out a bouquet of more beautiful lilies and gave them to Viola. "This is for you." She smiled and winked at Viola, the kindness and simplicity of the people who belonged to this small town shone in it.

Viola's mother was buried in the cemetery behind the church, her icy birth and death carved on a white marble tomb.There was already a bouquet of flowers beside the tombstone, Viola thought, it should have been left by her father.

Viola put the bouquet in her hand next to the bouquet left by her father. She stared at her mother's tombstone silently, not knowing what to say.Viola didn't have any recollection of this mother in her memory. She knew almost nothing about her mother except her appearance, how much her father loved her, and how gentle she was.

"...I will live happily ever after." Viola finally uttered this sentence.

White doves flew over her head, their wings making a beautiful sound in the air.The shadows of the trees moved slowly, and the carols in the church were faintly calling out to the ancient bells.Viola finally stood up, patted the dust on her skirt, picked up another bunch of flowers, and walked towards the forest.

She has another friend, but apart from her, there is probably no one in the world who will remember her.

II. Witch

This house belonging to the witch has only two floors, and her room is in the most remote corner of the second floor.Viola walked down the stairs anxiously, the floor creaking under her feet made her heart rise unconsciously.

This room is so quiet that I can't even hear the birdsong outside the window after I go downstairs.The black cat walked ahead with its tail cocked, its soft paws stepped on the ground without making any sound, Viola could only hear the ticking of the clock and her own increasingly rapid heartbeat.Even the girl, after the previous scream, fell silent.

Her body was very poor, and she would stop and lean against the wall to pant for breath after walking a few steps. She only felt that her heart was about to be coughed out of her throat by herself.Her legs trembled violently, unable even to support the weight of her frail body.Moreover, the pain from the bone marrow intensified every time she took a step, and she felt that she was about to be unable to hold on.

"Do you want to go back?" The black cat sat patiently at the corner of the stairs and waited for Viola to approach it little by little, and said considerately, "Actually, you don't have to come down at all."

"No, that's totally