Chapter 210 – Memory (6)
When he opened his eyes again, what came into Theorad’s field of vision were a large number of people gathered in the old corridor.
I see people wearing white priestly clothes, and I see people dressed as witches.
Those who gathered in one place with their own lanterns in their hands were pulling out their weapons with tension on their faces.
In the middle of them, Linea, an elf with brilliant silver hair that grew to her waist her, looked around with a blank face. The long bangs covered one eye, but Theorard did not know that the elf was Linea.
“…… What are you doing.”
The trembling voice represents the sense of betrayal Linea must be feeling. The holy water that had soaked her hair her ran down her cheeks her and dripped onto her chin her.
“Walpurgis Night is over. That we won So, that’s why you invited me here to have a victory party…….”
“We?”
The witch snorted at her and stepped out in front of her. She was a woman with heavy make-up and sharp eyes. The witch, who blatantly frowned, crossed her arms with her expression of absurdity.
“Can the word ‘we’ come out even with her pointy ears exposed? Strangely, there are a lot of personality magic…… After all, you were an elf. If it wasn’t for the holy water of the priests, I would have never known your true identity. The name Riya is also a pseudonym, right?”
“Derna. Sorry for hiding your identity. But I had a reason to hide my identity. Give me time and I’ll explain everything. So, stop playing these nasty pranks.”
“Oh. Does this look like a joke?”
Derna shrugged her playfully. Then, a quiet laugh spreads around.
In fact, Linea knew too. There must be a reason for the fact that the witch and the priest of the church, who were like enemies, joined hands.
A good reason here would probably be to get rid of the ‘witch of black flame’.
They said that they had signed a non-aggression pact with each other in Walpurgis Night, but from the church’s point of view, they couldn’t have left a dangerous person who was like an uncontrollable weapon of war.
There was a high probability that the witches gathered here were also entangled in political interests with them.
It was because those who had been moderate in the war needed to get rid of Linea, the head of the Radical faction and the greatest contribution to the war, in order to solidify their position in the reconstructed witch society and hold a high position.
There was even a pretext that the witch of black flames had tricked us all, so it shouldn’t have been too difficult to gather people to join the betrayal.
“Lee. You stupid bitch.”
Derna said.
“Do you think it makes sense for a non-witch to lead a witch society? At least I can’t agree For that reason, I’m sorry, but you have to die here.”
“Derna.”
“You don’t have to worry about the future. Your death will be thoroughly silenced. The name Riya will remain in our hearts as a legendary being.”
Linea looks at Derna with her blank eyes. She helped the witches as best she could, not understanding that her return would ultimately be a betrayal.
We are familiar with situations in which good intentions return to evil. Being used to it didn’t mean there was no pain. One sharp blade is added to the already numerous scars that have been added and torn.
The blood that came out of the shaken heart flowed in the form of tears. However, there was no change in Linea’s expression in her.
“Same.”
Feelings of resignation seep into the eyes that are dyed in achromatic colors.
“In the end, witches were also human beings.”
The incomprehensible words make Derna frown. She no longer felt the need to speak to her, so Derna raised her voice and ordered her black flame witch to be killed.
Priests who were waiting all at once released divine power, and witches fired attacking magic. Quaang-! The flooring is smashed, the glass of the lantern is broken, and dust rises thickly.
At the end of the first attack, the priests who drew their swords ran at once. In the smoke, several human spirits struggled to kill only one Linea.
The sound of metal hitting. Occasional flashes of light. And explosions and screams. When the smoke that covered the synagogue that had turned into a mayhem subsided, the only one standing there was Linea.
“…….”
The moonlight coming down from the broken ceiling vividly illuminated Linea’s appearance of her. It was ghastly to see her covered with fresh blood that was not her own.
The gaze naturally goes down. It is because the corpses of those who were her companions approached her as if to reproach her.
“…… What did you expect?”
A self-deprecating laugh spills out. If you’ve been betrayed from time to time, it’s only natural that you should learn from her. It would have been better if the witches had left before they turned their backs.
“Why, why did you expect……”
This is the result of her actions without giving up her belief that she can be friends with them.
Laughter turned to crying, and self-control turned to bloody screams. Linea, who had burst into sobs, knelt down on her knees.
Pass-
The moment Theo Rad reaches out, her corpse her and the corridor become countless particles and disappear.
The particles floating in the air began to reassemble into a new space. After waiting for a while, it forms the shape of a narrow cabin.
When I turned my gaze, Linea was sitting in a corner of the cabin.
She leans her back against the wall and doesn’t budge. Bringing her knees together and staring at her own toes was all about how Linea went about her day her.
Neither food nor water touches her mouth her. Linea was living her life only with the mana that was in her body. Linea, who spent two years like a plant, finished her long thoughts of her.
‘The elder was right.’
Humans were selfish, warlike, and endlessly greedy for power.
It was the habit of humans to take for granted the constant war and the use and abandonment of each other. It was their yoke and their inertia.
There was no need to treat humans with altruism from the beginning. The past, when he blamed himself for everything and decided to commit suicide, feels pathetic.
‘Now…….’
Humans must be exterminated. Even if it wasn’t until annihilation, he had to manage it so that he would not cause a useless war by putting humans under him.
It was necessary to kill the wicked, imprison corrupt officials, and alert the kings and emperors of the continent.
That way there won’t be a war. Betrayal does not happen. It was the only way to control people’s negative emotions.
I couldn’t think of any other way. She had been with humans for many years, but she couldn’t tell the malevolence behind their laughter.
“Knave.”
The elf pursed her lips and raised her head. There is a strangeness in the heartless eyes of her.
“Theorad Deharm.”
A name that I had been putting off for a while as I was concentrating on ending the war. A human who accurately foresaw the war between witches and the church and confidently claimed that it was a version he had created.
Linea remembers the man who called himself the worst villain. He had no intention of denying it. If it is true that he planned and instigated the war, he deserved the title of the worst villain.
“…… I have to kill you.”
After biting into her teeth her, Linea stood up from her seat. He had been sitting for long periods of time and his body was staggering, but he soon regained his center of gravity.
Starting with Theorad Deharm, I will find the wicked living in the world and eliminate them all. If he committed even the slightest sin, he would kill him without mercy.
Even if an opposing group or country comes out, they won’t care. Standing up for the wicked is itself the same as evil, so they all had to beheaded.
It was a manic thought, but Linea, who had been betrayed so many times, couldn’t think normally.
Hatred. With bloody eyes, Linea trudged and clenched her fists.
“Theorad Deham…….”
Muttering blankly, Linea opens the door to her cabin and steps out. Theorad had no choice but to close his eyes as the sunlight was blinding him.
“Five. This. Aren’t you the black flame witch!”
Before I even open my eyes, I hear a loud voice first. Theorard opened his eyes to see the owner of the longing but familiar voice, and he could see his father.
“I heard that you disappeared after Walpurgis Night, but how did you come here?”
Wellian, who was mowing the lawn with his family his in the front yard of the mansion, approaches Linea wiping his hand her.
Linea looked at Wellion without even thinking about fixing her crooked witch hat her. There was an incomprehensible hostility in his eyes her.
“Theorad Deham. Where are you.”
“Yes? You know him very well, but why are you looking for him?”
“Answer the question.”
Why are you being so mean Come to think of it, it smelled like it hadn’t been washed for a long time. Still, it was not polite to make an impression on a guest who came to the mansion, so Wellian struggled to maintain a calm attitude.
“I’ll be having a late breakfast at the diner right now. Because he got a stomach ache because he picked up something wrong yesterday. Haha.”
“Guide me.”
The words are strangely short from before. Wellian felt a bit unpleasant, but she didn’t care much. Nodding her head, Wellian took Linea and stepped inside her mansion.
The servants who smelled her stench naturally opened the way, so Linea walked down the hallway alone with Wellion.
Just as her sensitive nose her began to take the stench for granted, Wellian hinted at it to lighten the mood.
“By the way, does the Black Flame Witch know that? This is the information I heard from a merchant from the Kingdom of Agela, and they say that elven urine is a panacea. It tastes good too. So, I’m thinking of getting a bottle for myself. If you hold back and drink, your chronic illness might get better…….”
Wellian shut his mouth. It’s because the cold gaze his came with a life.
“It’s superstition.”
“Uh, hmm. Okay. I think I will too.”
Embarrassed, Wellian guided Linea to the restaurant while remaining silent. Wellian, who arrived at the door of the restaurant while crossing the well-arranged courtyard, confidently raised his hand his.
“This is the restaurant at Deharm Mansion, and-“
“Move.”
After Wellian stopped talking, Linea took the wand out of her arms her and kicked her in the door.
Bang!
The wildly opened door recoils and trembles. Linea doesn’t even care about her and she goes into the dining room, where she points the wand at Theorard, who is eating.
However, she couldn’t bear to use magic. Her thinly quivering hands and eyes Her cloud her judgment. Inhaling and exhaling her breath deeply, Linea slowly sets the wand down.
“How…”
Small stature and youthful face. Theorard, staring at Linea with a surprised expression, was a child only five years old.
“How can you…….”
Sensing her deep confusion, Linea’s face is colored with her embarrassment. Young Theo Rad also stiffened with a bewildered face before slowly lowering her knife.
Swallowing her saliva, Theorard takes a deep breath, restoring her composure. Then she opened her mouth in a clear voice.
“Perhaps… Are you the Black Flame Witch?”
It was the moment when the childhood Theorard met Linea for the first time.
