Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Chapter 8
    What is a witch made of?
    Originally, Ahild always thought that the witch was a creature composed of indifference, forest fish, and the gray-black cloak that would never be taken off her body.
    But now it has washed away a little bit of the past.
    ——She is very silent, and sometimes gets nervous when talking to people, she doesn't dare to look her own eyes, and she is willing to cherish the kindness of others.
    ——She was ignored and excluded by her classmates, but she lived happily.
    Ahild thinks it is difficult for him to describe such a paradox with simple grammatical constructs.
    At first, it was just because she was an alien like herself.
    Ahild's identity is the next heir of the Farant Empire, so he always does things without harming others as much as possible, and does not respect each other, but to satisfy his own exploration and desire as the first driving force .
    He wanted to contact the witch, although the other party was afraid, he did not intend to give up, so he changed his method.
    The witch said she liked sweets, and he was curious, so he found a reason to bring her to him to see how she was eating.
    Everything is so simple.
    I just think it's a little unhealthy for a girl to be so thin, so she occasionally feeds her.
    But the moment I received her gift, a strange feeling came to my heart.
    ...
    Ahild raised his head and stared at the three red moons in the sky.
    At this time of the month, the devil's curse will sweep through his body, biting cold, and the pain of tearing apart his healthy limbs little by little; soon, he will change from a normal human body to a deformed and ugly body. The monsters, and then hid all night in the miasma-filled swamp forest.
    He was like a wounded young wolf, staggering and stumbling forward, wandering in the turbid purgatory. He couldn't stop. Once he stopped, the devil would whisper softly in his ear.
    【kill】
    【Sacrifice...】
    【Kill! ]
    [Go to the massacre! 】
    【Use their blood... to soothe your pain...】
    "Ah..."
    Ahilde gasped heavily.
    The severe pain in the body, the breakdown in the spirit, the flawless mask was severely smashed, the last time it seemed to be more painful than the last time, and this time it was even more painful.
    No one can maintain human dignity under such torture.
    He unconsciously looked towards the vicinity of the cave.
    Ahild naturally resisted there.
    Not all monsters want to get back to normal.
    He was not happy to approach the witch at such a moment.
    ——Because she will turn her mind from chaos to sober, remind herself of who he is, but she has fallen to this point. Wouldn’t it be better to keep her unknowingly sinking for such a sad self?
    However, the torture was getting more and more severe day by day, so that when he felt the pain to the extreme, his body unconsciously ran towards that place.