Witch Hunter from Entry to Unemployment

Chapter 150 It is very important to me without you
Too weak and powerless.

Looking down at her palm, then clenched into a fist, a look of annoyance appeared in Irene's somewhat bewitching purple eyes.

The cruelty of the real world in this world made her unimaginable. Maybe she could have lived a peaceful and dreamless life like an ordinary person, but when the dream representing her past struck, the girl knew that she would never have another dream. The way to maintain the simplicity of the past.

She couldn't turn a blind eye to everything in the dream, and couldn't continue to maintain the attitude of a good child in front of the enemy who killed her parents.

Not to mention, it was they who betrayed themselves first, not themselves who betrayed them.

The food at home is indeed not enough, and this winter may be very hard, but as long as we save a little, we can still maintain it.

Obviously, a family of three can continue to live and maintain a false relationship, so why sell yourself?
I am so obedient and obedient, why should I sell myself like this?
Is it because I was not their child from the beginning?They raised themselves for this day?
Or was it because the way I looked at them became more and more wrong, which made them aware of something.

Irene is no longer the innocent girl she used to be. Now she clearly understands what it means to be a witch, and she also knows that if she continues to maintain her innocence, she will only die miserably.

They don't care whether they are voluntary or forced, or whether they have any difficulties, they will only choose to kill themselves after knowing their identity as a witch.

Only hunters cannot be spared, all hunters who know their existence must be killed.

In addition, it is the clergy of the Holy See. The enemy of the witch is the god, and for the servants who serve the god, she is also an existence that must be eliminated.

Just thinking about this for a while, the girl felt extremely irritated.She is still too weak, her own strength is too weak, and she simply cannot be the enemy of the whole world like the witch in the story.

And because she is weak, she can only be at the mercy of others. My 15 years of life have no meaning. Everything is arranged and designed. From the moment I was born, I wanted to become a witch.

Thinking of this, the girl looked down at her feet, the tragic situation of the old priest who once ruled her own destiny at this moment.

This old man who has always held everything in his hands and faced everything with confidence is in an extremely miserable state at the moment.

The flames burned almost all of his skin, and now there is not a single intact part of his body, the whole body is a black mass, exuding a scorched smell.

This is what happens when there is no power.

The girl warned herself in her heart, but when it comes to her mood, she is quite happy.

She raised her feet and stepped on the other's withered limbs, listening to the sound of cracking dead branches and the other's wailing, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

She suddenly felt that, compared to gaining great strength and living freely without any constraints, watching the old man in front of her die miserably would make her more comfortable.

"Can't kill me...you...you can't kill me..."

"Oh oh oh, our priest is going to introduce your outstanding talent again, isn't it? Killing you is a huge loss to the whole world, isn't it? Then I will kill you even more, after all, I am a witch, Destroying order and destroying the world is the meaning of my existence."

"Don't forget who turned you into a witch, you will lose your power as a witch if you kill me!"

"Well, is there such a setting?"

Irene squatted down, and the girl held her chin with both hands, with a curious baby-like expression on her face.

For all kinds of knowledge of the extraordinary world, the girl can be said to be completely ignorant.

She only knew that the reason why she became a witch was indeed influenced by Midr, the old man in front of her manipulated and played with her life, but she obviously didn't understand the specific principle at all.

"Yes, I imposed the oracle on you, and then spent 15 years, repeating and deepening the oracle, which made you a witch. So your power comes from me, if I die You will also lose all your power!"

Middler spoke very calmly, while Irene tilted her head.

"But, that's not right, shouldn't the witch have the power to fight against the gods, why am I so weak?"

"The road to the extraordinary is not so simple. A witch needs time to grow. I have worked hard for so many years, and I only have such a little strength, right? I have fallen to this end now, and you have seen it. In this world, there is no People with strength can't even control their own life and death, compared to me, how much better are you?"

"Are you threatening me?"

Irene grinned and smiled, the girl bent down slightly, and looked down at the old man in front of her.

Her petite body cast a large shadow, completely covering Middel's curled up body.

An aura of chaos, madness, and disorder rose from the girl's body. Leaving aside the strength, but in terms of temperament, the girl became more and more like a witch.

Even though his body was still suffering severe pain, Midel's spirit became more and more sharp.

At this juncture of life and death crisis, he appeared extremely calm.

"I'm just explaining the pros and cons. You are a smart child, and you should understand your current situation. You are a witch. You have no place in this world. No one will take you in except me."

"But you can't protect yourself, right? You are not a match for that young hunter, nor a match for that woman. You are such a waste, what use is there?"

"That's because I didn't expect that there was a witch next to that young man, didn't you? That silver-haired elf girl is obviously abnormal. She is also a witch, and she is stronger than you... Uh, ah, ah..."

Irene stepped on it again, and Middel's lower body shattered like a dry branch.

"I... I know a lot of taboo knowledge. No one in this world understands witches better than me. I know how to make you stronger. Only by my side can you... um..."

"I thought about it, and sure enough, killing you would make me happier. And thanks for your information, since there is a real witch here, why do I need you to guide me?"

The girl leaned down, she smiled happily, and the happier she smiled, the more frightened Middel felt, because this time, obviously no one could save him again.

(End of this chapter)