Witch Hunter from Entry to Unemployment

Chapter 143 You Are Already a Witch

You will be a witch.

I don't know when it started, such words echoed in Irene's ears.

Unable to distinguish between young and old, men and women, that voice that seemed to have no emotion at all kept repeating this sentence in a straightforward voice.

You will be a witch.

When that voice just rang in her ears, the young girl couldn't even understand what a witch was. She was born in Domon Village, a village forgotten by the gods.

From a very young age, the girl often listened to people in the village discussing the future of the village sadly.

The village has no future. They have blasphemed the gods and carried their sins. The village has lost the blessing of the gods, so they have no future.

At that time, she didn't know what a god was, but she felt very strange. Why did the people in the village still worship the god when the god abandoned the village?

The person who controls the supreme power in the village is the priest of Midr, and he is the messenger of the gods.

Why should the future of the village depend on the gods instead of ourselves?
Why should money and food be handed over to the messenger of the gods and let him distribute them.

Why do you provide so many things at home, but get so little back?

This is fair?

Where is it fair, the girl doesn't understand.

Obviously they can live on their own, they can eat enough without starving, they can wear new clothes without freezing, but after obeying the orders of the gods, life becomes more difficult.

The messenger of the gods still declared that this was a gift from the gods, and the gods allowed them, sinners, to live.

Why have we become god-sinners?

Why should we atone for our sins to a non-existent God when we obviously did nothing.

The girl could see clearly that no one in the village really believed in the gods, and more people even resented the gods for their ruthlessness, but none of them dared to speak out or show it.

Everyone acquiesced in their status as sinners, silently atoning for non-existent sins.

Slowly, the girl also became one of them.

She realized what the gods really were, and what had happened in the village. Her heart was heavy, but she didn't know what to say.

She wanted to resist, but no one stood by her side.

You will be a witch.

Witch?What is a witch?

The opposite of the gods, a god-killing weapon.

If I really become a witch...

The girl still doesn't understand what it means to be a witch, but she understands that being a witch can have great power.

No matter what, it doesn't matter, as long as you can have power.

I thought all of this was just an unrealistic fantasy in childhood, just like a boy thinking that he will become a nobleman and a person favored by gods when he grows up.

The girl's fantasy when she was young was to become a witch, a witch with great power, and let the gods give in to her.

Let the gods declare that they are no longer sinners, so that their parents can live a good life.

It's just that all of this was quickly ruined, because the voice appeared again.

It's just that this time the words repeated by the voice are slightly different from before.

You have become a witch.

Emotionless, voices that couldn't tell the difference between men, women and children were repeated, telling the fact that the girl became a witch.

At the beginning, Irene didn't take this incident seriously, until her dream became more and more strange and clearer.

In the dream, she saw a couple who made her feel very intimate.

The man is handsome and the woman is young and beautiful. They are pregnant with a child, a cute baby girl with purple eyes like her own.

Who are they?

The dream became clearer and clearer, as clear as a lost memory in the past.

Until the man died under the villager's hoe, and the woman cried and was pushed down on the haystack.

She saw many familiar and unfamiliar faces, they were people living in the village, and the last one to appear was her father.

Dream, reality?
Irene couldn't tell the difference, she just felt her heart ached, as if it was about to burst.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't shed tears, and every time at this time, that strange voice would ring in her ears again.

You have become a witch.

The girl wanted to forget these troubled memories, she didn't want to know the story behind it, she just wanted to live an ordinary life, but unfortunately things backfired.

Because her parents sold her.

Sold to a hunter.

"Hunter is a noble person, you have to take good care of him, Mr. Hunter is happy, our family is about to flourish!"

She couldn't forget what her mother said in her ear, and her mother's excited look.

That was probably the happiest day for my mother in the 15 years since I came to that home.

That night, she was carefully dressed by her mother and sent to the public rest area.

The respected Master Hunter is an ugly middle-aged man, he looks at himself, holding all kinds of torture instruments in his hands, his eyes are shining with excitement.

The man's eyes were familiar, as if he had seen it in a dream.

Yes, in the dream, when those villagers beat the man to death, when those villagers pressed the woman on the haystack.

That's the way their eyes look.

This is the look that the strong show to the weak, the look that the ruler shows to the dominated.

You are already a witch.

Irene raised her head, and the girl grinned, looking at the hunter in front of her, showing a pure and gorgeous smile.

"Do you love me?"

"Love, don't be afraid, uncle, I will love you well."

The hunter's body fell forward, and his body was cut into four evenly. There was still a bright smile on his face. Until the time of his death, he didn't find out what killed him.

There was no blood spilled out, he seemed to have fallen out of this world, and disappeared the moment he fell down.

At the same time, the smiling girl sitting on the bed disappeared together.

One night, a hunter and a girl disappeared together, but the village has long been accustomed to this, and obviously this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

The sheriffs and villagers on patrol didn't notice anything amiss, as hunters are mostly so mysteriously.

Sometimes they stay in the village for many days, and sometimes they just leave when they get a new toy.

This can be regarded as the agreement between Midr and these hunters. After all, most hunters use bloody and cruel methods. If they play in the village, it will be very troublesome to clean up the scene, and the noise will scare many villagers.

(End of this chapter)