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When she first saw the flickering torch outside the window, she could only think that it was finally coming. She even calmed herself down again, thinking that death would finally come to her.
But the question was, was it better to stay quietly in the cabin and wait for them to drag her out, or would it be better to go outside and be caught. Whichever one she chooses, the result will be the same.
Layla remembered a picture book that was among the items sent from the baron one day. The book describes how to discern witches, and how to kill them.
It was hand-picked book with a particularly cruel picture by the kind Ariadne for her sister who doesnât know how to write
Among them, the most prominent was a picture of a witch tied to a long pole and burned to death on piles of firewood.
âIt will be hot.â
Layla muttered, as if it was someone elseâs business.
âWill it hurt?â
It was an obvious thing. When she accidentally hurt her finger a little it was already painful, the pain of being burned to death was unimaginable. That was why they burned witches on the stake.
Her greatest wish was to die painlessly, but she had no choice. After all, this life was more painful. Moreover, rather than a life that may last for a long time, it would be a shorter time if she were to die by the fire.
âWhewâ¦â
Layla sighed and looked around the cabin. She thought that it was the perfect ending for her miserable and poor self to die in that shabby cabin.
Then, all of a sudden, Laylaâ eyes caught sight of the stew that she cooked with all her heart during the day.
The hunt was ultimately unsuccessful. Layla couldnât open the trapâs jaws, and it was left in the wood with a branch in its mouth. Instead, she made a beef stew with the stew meat she had bought at the market the other day.
Normally, if there was that much meat, she would have boiled a beef stew with just enough to leave traces of the meat, but this time it was different. She put in all the meat she had generously. She spared no potatoes or onions.
Although she couldnât serve the steak, she wanted to serve the tastiest food she could.
âHe wouldnât be able to eat itâ¦â
What a waste.
She cooked it with all her heart in case he would come again.
She boiled a full pot, just in case he would eat well.
Laylaâs gaze shifted out at the window. The tourchlights came closer than before, and an angry crown could be seen.
Why was it today?
She resented that they couldnât wait just one more day or wait for the man to come and taste the stew.
âA little bit⦠moreâ¦â
It was the moment she had been waiting for so long, but when the time came, it was Layla who wanted to put it off.
She slowly got up from her seat. She couldnât understand why she was being like that.
When she opened the door, the people she was seeing through the window became clearer. Things like anger, fear, and will were clear in their eyes.
âWitch! Weâre here to punish youâ¦!â
âGo back.â
The loud cry of the man in the lead could not be concluded because of Lailaâs words.
The words from the witchâs mouth stirred up the torches, but they didnât go back obediently like she said.
âYou can punish me next time, so go back.â
When they did not back down, Layla spoke again.
She was selling her life for a cheap price, like a shopkeeper telling them to come next time because she didnât have anything today.
âW-we canât do that!â
Hans, bewildered by Laylaâs words, came to his senses and shouted bravely again.
âWhy not?â
âThe execution of the witch is a long-cherished dream of our village, so we can have a comfortable night and carefree â¦!â
âIf youâve been patient for 21 years, you can be patient for a day or two more.â
Because of Laylaâs calm words, Hansâs words were cut off again this time.
âNo, we canât take it any longer.â
Hans, who was sharpened because of repeated interruption, adamantly refused Laylaâs request.
âWhat do you mean you canât take it any longer?â
Blue eyes gleamed coldly.
A gentle wind blew between the witch and the crowd. The witchâs stiff golden hair fluttered in the wind, and the expression on her bloodless face disappeared.
âWhat the hell have you guys been putting up with?â
No one answered the witchâs question as she looked at them in the eyes one by one. When her blue eyes looked at him, he faltered and took a step back without realizing it.
âWhat the hell, did I, even do to you guys?â
Laylaâs voice slowly filled with emotions as she spoke one word at a time.
âDid you even really see me prey on little children? Is there really a missing kid in your neighborhood? Has anyone died because I cursed them? Have you ever heard of a plague in town? What the hell did I do to you guys!â
Laylaâs last words almost sounded like a cry. It was her feelings that she hadnât spoken out for over 20 years.
Even though she felt lonely, she couldnât speak. Even though she felt sad, she could not say.
Because no one was listening.
Because Layla was alone.
âFor being alive.â
But⦠no one felt sorry for the witchâs cry.
She was a witch, and the fact that a witch is alive was a source of anxiety and threat to ordinary humans.
âYour stinky self is living among us. Thatâs your biggest fault.â
At the words of a man, Layla looked at him silently.
Before long, the screaming emotions had subsided like grains of sand in a glass bottle. Instead, Layla smirked.
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âI also think so.â
The argument was futile. His thoughts coincided with Laylaâs usual thoughts.
âItâs wrong for this stinky witch to be alive. But itâs not my fault, whatâs wrong is that I was born this way.â
âHa! Look at her sophistry,as expected from a witch. Are you trying to deceive us with such nonsense?â
âThink whatever you want.â
Layla glanced into her cabin.
Layla, who had always been dreaming of her death, was left with regret when the moment she had been waiting for was right in front of her eyes.
Stew.
Bioust.
â⦠Sh*t.â
Layla mumbled the swear word to herself.
âAs expected, I canât. Come back next time. You can kill me in a few days.â
âHmp! Youâre just trying to buy time!â
âThink whatever you want. Anyway, if you come back in a few days, Iâll be peacefulâ¦â
âThereâs no use asking the Baron for help.â
When Layla was about to tell them to come back in a few days and they could peacefully kill her, Hans shouted. As if trying to get her revenge on Layla, who interrupted him every time.
âBaron Valencia is already supporting us.â
âWhat⦠does that mean?â
âIt means that Baron Valencia had given the permission to subdue witche.â
Laylaâs face, which she thought she could no longer be pale, grew even paler. Itâs white wasnât white enough to look blue.
âMy father⦠the subjugation⦠he gave his permission?â
âThatâs right!â
âDid he say⦠that you⦠should kill me?â
Layla was reminded of her father, Baron Valencia, who told them to kill his own daughter. No, she was trying to remember him. But she couldnât.
Itâs been a long time since Layla saw her father. Not only her father, but also her mother.
Even when she was in the mansion, she rarely saw him, but after she was driven out to the cabin, she couldnât see him even more. So, although they are Laylaâs parents, she couldnât recall them anymore.
âLetâs defeat the witch!â
âLetâs kill the witch!â
Dizzying voices hit Laylaâs ears.
Hordes of torches approached her, who were staggering in shock that her own blood had asked to kill her.
Layla, who had been staggering, barely kept her balance and looked in front of her, and people were suddenly in front of her.
âAck!â
The heat of the torch, which was held too close, hit Layla. As some of her hair could not withstand the heat and was scorched, she instantly smelled the scorching smoke of meat.
âAs expected, sheâs a witch! Sheâs afraid of fire!â
Someone shouted as they watched Layla struggle to escape the heat.
âLetâs burn the witch in the stake!â
One strong hand grabbed Laylaâs arm. As if it was a signal, other hand grabbed her other arm.
âPut me down!â
When Layla shouted that out, another hand had already clasped her feet, and she was lifted too lightly into the air.
Even if she tried to move her captured arm, she was unable to move because of the strong menâs grip. So was her leg. Laylaâs legs, which were thinner than their arms, just twitched.
âLet go! I said let go!â
She was the witch that everyone feared, they were so scared of her that they couldnât sleep at night, but no one listened to the witchâs order. They only lifted her body, which was lighter than their pretty wife and cute daughter waiting for them at home, like a prey, and took her to the fire pit in the villageâs square.
âAaaaah!â
Suddenly, a manâs scream was heard from behind.
She doesnât know if it was her luck, but her head wasnât being grabbed, and Layla lifted her head and looked in the screamâs direction. But she couldnât see anything because it was a dark night and she was surrounded by people.
It wasnât just Laila who was startled by the manâs scream. The people who were holding her limbs, the people who were holding torches like a threat, and the people around her all stopped for a moment and turned their heads.
âW-what? Whatâs going on?â
Hans, the leader of this witch subjugation group, shone the torch in his hand, trying to figure out what was going on. Still seeing nothing, he finally took the torch and crossed the crowd.
At that moment, Hansâs eyes saw a torch that had been lit up from behind, falling to the floor.
âUgh!â
With a groan-like scream.
And the fire that fell on the floor illuminated the figure of the dignified person who was crushing the person who once held the torch.
ââ¦!!â
âW-what is he?!â
âAaaaah!â
The people in the back staggered back.
âC-crazy!â
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The same also happened to Hans.
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