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Witch.

Even though he is human, he made a contract with an evil demon and gained near-infinite lifespan and forbidden power.

Religious organizations, one of the main forces of mankind, have believed that such existences must be eliminated, and they have come to obliterate their existence and traces from their territory.

In reality, it was just blood transfusion as evidence of a contract with another race called 'Evils' and inherited some of its characteristics.

'Dave, stay inside.'

My mother, for some reason, inherited the blood of a demon and became a witch.

I don't know why, but at the time, she said it was just love.

She had said that in order to be united with her human father, she had to make a pact with the demons and become what the world calls a witch.

Even in the midst of the whole village where my mother is staying is being burned down.

For her father who never showed her face.

'Mom, no. I want to stay too.'

'Are you okay. If you hide here, you'll pass by in no time.'

'No, I don't want to fall.'

So I felt I had to protect her mother, who was left alone.

When even her mother disappears.

Because I am really alone in this world.

'Uh, Mom.'

'Hide here. They see the opportunity and run away.'

Even so, my mother whispers her love for me and eventually closes the door of her closet.

'My son, you know that mommy loves you, right?'

If that was all of her last appearance left by her mother, her sadness that day might have ended with just one common orphan who lost her mother.

'Here is a witch! Grab it now!'

'Is this woman really a witch?'

'That's right. I'm sure it's because her eyes are red.'

'There must be a witch's seal somewhere on the body. Take it off!'

Those who came to catch her witch undressed her mother and exposed her naked body.

A body exposed naked among men.

Even though she is clearly raising a child, the rich scent that emanates from her is causing sadism in the men she faces.

'Yes, it's drawn right on her chest.'

'Now what? Kill right away?'

'No, I'll have to hand it over to trial.'

'Then can I have some fun before then?'

The assailants slowly undress.

Although they slandered her mother as a vulgar and filthy being, she gave value to her body and was ready to release their desires.

'That, stop. Don't do that. Ah, ah!!'

'Shut up you filthy bitch! If you were a man and not a woman, I would have killed you right away!'

'Because there is a hole, you can extend your lifeline even a little bit! What is this vulgar body! Is this something you made to piss off cock?'

'We are paying for the anger of the innocent people who have been hurt by your years. If you knew, you should be grateful for the cum juice and eat it!'

Don't be vulgar You are the dirty ones in my opinion.

Because my mother is more considerate than anyone else. She's my mom. She's the one who expressed her love for me more than anyone else.

She wanted to cry at the top of her voice, but even as they were playing with them, her mother was sparsely staring at me.

Towards her own son watching himself get fucked through the cracks in her closet.

'Love you. Dave.'

Whispering silently

My mother closes her tear-stained eyes as if she had given up on something.

'… Aha~♥'

What was revealed when those eyes were opened again.

It wasn't the love he had for me, it was just a nasty bitch shouting courtship for them.

'Aha! Ahhhhh! Joe, OK~ Fuck me more, harder!'

Haha! Look at this! You show your true nature right away when you fuck me, right?'

'Come on, here is your favorite cock. Ask as much as you can!'

'Oops, woohoo, heh, heuh, haa~♥'

Yeah, that's not my mother.

She couldn't have been a mother.

'Give me more, please. Jajii~ Jajiii~♥'

'Looking at it now, the bitch must have contracted a demon with a dream horse.'

'It's like this lewd bitch. Shall I hit you harder?'

'Uhhhhh~!! Joe, okay~ Fuck me harder, harder~~♥'

If that's the mother

Wouldn't it be strange for me to feel 'something like that' when I see that figure?

'Haha.'

For the first time in my life, I saw my mother as something other than my mother.

Was it because my reason was paralyzed by fear, or was it because my mother awakened the obscene desires hidden inside me?

-Byuryup.

The moment my mother's waist was bent like a bow, my lower body was soaked with white liquid for the first time in my life.

When I soon found out that it was the same thing that the men who soiled her mother spewed, I realized that I too looked at her mother with the same eyes as them.

The moment when ignorance about sex came as an indelible sin.

As the pleasure approached me with a sense of shame, and my reason was paralyzed, I finally chose to hide myself in a dark alley and avoid the eyes of the public.

Until the end of the hunt for those who call themselves the 'witch' they called their mother…

"… Hey."

Would there have been any options for me at the time?

Do you die in despair at a reality too filthy to be tragic, or do you curse the world that made you experience such a thing and dream of revenge.

"Hey, why are you suddenly quiet?"

However, even if he chose the latter, it was not as he wished.

No matter how much he goes forward with his venom, in the end he is just a kid born with one insignificant ability.

It's not useless, but the problem was that my power was too small to express my hatred towards the world.

Because it was so insignificant compared to the ideal…

From a certain point on, I didn't even know who I should harbor hatred for.

"… Hey."

Are they the ones who gang-raped my mother? Or was it the church that ordered them to burn and kill the witches, including their mother?

Or the entire human race, which has strengthened its power with the church as the main axis? If I really kill them, will all these sweet feelings I have disappear?

As a boy, I moved with reason swallowed up in anger, but as I gradually became an adult and faced the reality, I realized it.

Revenge is not meaningless after it has been achieved.

The fact that people only long for futility when they know that no matter how much time passes, they cannot achieve it.

"Hey chores! Are you deaf!? Can't you hear me?"

How will my life, swayed by such powerlessness, be seen by others?

You probably won't feel anything.

I only catch a glimpse of staring at the Walpurgis pattern drawn on the paper in my hand with empty eyes.

"… Sorry."

After a long reminiscence, when I belatedly apologized, Yumir, who had grabbed my shoulder, began to raise his frowned face towards me.

"Why are you suddenly like that? Did you eat something wrong?"

"No, just… I was so focused that I bruised myself without realizing it."

It's not a lie.

Even if I look at this pattern now, I can't feel anything. I tried to do that, and I plan to do so in the future.

Now that I have realized that I am not qualified to sing a requiem in honor of her death, let alone avenge my mother…

"Are you aware of that pattern?"

But was it because he was forced to give up?

In response to Ymir's interested question, I felt something wriggling in my heart just a little bit.

Perhaps a feeling called lingering.

"Yeah, that's just what I heard over and over."

When I looked back at her calmly without expressing it, she started looking at me as if she was not sure about something.

I vomited her worries in her reverse direction toward her.

"Isn't that dangerous? Speaking of witches…"

To think that the archmage favored by the Mage Tower, one of the main pillars of human power, is studying the power of the wicked witch.

Hello, is this acceptable? Even when she is accused of being a witch and is in danger of being executed?

"Dangerous bitch. The witch hunt was already over a long time ago."

To that question, Ymir answered indifferently and tucked his arms under his chest.

"No matter how much you talk about blasphemous power, knowledge and ability should be regarded separately from what a person is like. I don't know how evil the witches who were oppressed by the church were, but at least I'm not researching while joining the ideals of those witches."

"Really?"

"Really, the witch hunt in the first place is just one of the political maneuvers that the cultists are trying to solidify their position, right? You can see it just by looking at it. If you were a woman stuck in the countryside, you wouldn't investigate carefully even if you said something suspicious, and you wouldn't say anything about burning to death or rolling a round bread, so it would have been a good target…"

– Pudeuk.

"… Anyway, I don't care if witches are truly evil, and I have no intention of being swayed by the cult's political schemes. It's just that I'm trying to figure out how the witch's power exerts its ability to transcend humans."

Did I not hear the unconscious bruxism?

Having finished my opinion, Ymir raised his glasses and began to stare at me silently.

"By the way, I'm asking because I've been staring at you all along, but I'm asking if there's any information that might be useful for my research… Do you know anything about it?"

… Okay.

You really are a consistent woman.

Even though she was silent for so long, she didn't notice anything suspicious, just paying attention to the information she wanted to know about the witch.

"Sorry, I don't think I can give you any useful information, Mr. Ymir."

Of course, that kind of single-minded side was considered good no matter what.

No matter what the other person thinks, no matter what I want.

From now on, what I have to do has been decided from this moment.

"… Then it's done."

As soon as he answered, Ymir immediately turned his attention and went to his business.

I looked at her back and at the pattern written on the paper I held in my hand, strengthening my resolve.

Ymir of the Black Crystal. The youngest archmage and the representative of mankind selected as the wizard of the warrior party.

I must make this one mine by any means.

Even if my identity is revealed here and there is a limit to death…

'I love you, Dave.'

Memories that have only crumbled since that day.

Even in order to know what the outcome will lead to by borrowing this moment.