CHAPTER 15
Translator and editor : Cuties
One day, a public notice ca down.
[Catch all those whom dye the world with darkness. Should thee dispatch ’em who art responsible for all’s, the world shall regain peace once more.]
It was a particularly cloudy day. It seed to be about rain any minute. Although it was always a place blessed by the sun, the whole world was dark because it was covered by clouds. Just like when black fog was overcast and monsters were pouring out incessantly.
And there were n approaching I was about to start my day as usual. They had the insignia of the country plastered on the breast of their robes. The officials caught before I could understand what was going on. I was dragged away as I was.
The villagers were just staring at being dragged away. As usual, they were busy chatting among themselves. From ti to ti, I could hear their voices. It was a familiar saying, “Monster,” “cursed,” “Now I’m going to pay for it,” and “Don’t look at because you’re unlucky.” They wielded their words as a weapon which had been deeply thrust into my heart and causing invisible blood to seep, as always.
One woman among them approached . Realizing that she was Mrs. Tenerah, who neatly gathered her white hair, I hurriedly opened my mouth. But there was no ti for my voice to co out.
“I told you where the witch is, so you make sure to reward .”
“You will be rewarded.”
My eyes, which conveyed my shock, were plastered on Mrs. Tenerah’s relieved face. She hurriedly turned and avoided my gaze. The sight of her back was familiar. It was the sa back that protected from people’s criticism. It was Mrs. Tenerah, who always shouted, “I will not let you go if you bother her anymore, because she is not a monster, not a witch, nor is it her fault.” I vividly rembered that.
But the middle-aged woman with dark brown hair beca an old hag with light gray hair over ti, turning her back to block my gaze as well, but the reason was different. The woman who always protected was running away from .
When the woman in front of disappeared, the villagers began to criticize to their heart’s content. They were furious as if they had been having a hard ti enduring .
“As expected, it was all because of you! You’re the main culprit!”
“That monster ruined our lives!”
No, it’s not because of . You know that, too.
“I’ve always thought I’d die of disgust whenever I saw that creepy appearance of hers. It’s terrible. A witch born from the dark.”
I don’t like this appearance either. That’s why I always hid it. I didn’t want them to hate just because I had black hair and eyes. But I wasn’t born this way because I wanted to. Don’t look at . If it bothers you, then you don’t have to look at .
“That bitch killed my husband! If it wasn’t for her!”
No, your husband died because of the war. You know it well. I didn’t start the war. I didn’t drag your husband to war. But why are you blaming ?
“Dark and dreadful. Dirty.”
Don’t curse at for being dirty in the clothes I gave you. Don’t point fingers at and now after taking everything I have.
“We aged so much, but look at her. She’s still the sa. She’s not human either.”
“I was afraid of that monster’s power. I thought she’d kill one day. It’s a good thing you’ve got her now.”
You’ve taken full advantage of my power. You told to use it for the town, and I couldn’t even rest. Why are you saying that now? Because you don’t need it anymore?
I looked through the villagers who lashed out violently, howled and couldn’t control their anger, throwing what they were holding. Among them were the Venaris sisters, with whom I grew up, but have already beco mature won, and then there was Mrs. Jodia, who sold her debt by selling all that I had, and, of course, there stood Kaned whom I taught things whenever I had ti because she coveted my abilities.
They were resenting , despising , and laughing at .
Everyone already knew. The fact that not all these misfortunes are due to . The fact that life is painful and loving family mbers die, poverty is overwhelming, fear and hunger are due to the ruler’s greed; who has been fulfilling his own self-interests ever since the monsters appeared.
And the fact that they couldn’t bla that ruler, so they just turned all their arrows on .
The world doesn’t change when I resent it, but I will sohow break it down and I may have found the easiest and simplest way to do it.
Dragged as I was, I faced the ruler who was occupied the highest seat looking down at . The king, who was said to have descended from heaven, was smiling down at the little woman who would be his sacrificial lamb.
He was satisfied to see the witch, who will receive the attention of the world and the bla of everyone.
The witch had to face the real monster and shake in fear.
After that, the witch hunt began on a large scale. Like , those who were the only ones who could use power in the dark died. They disappeared one by one as they fell victim to people’s discontent. And I realized the real curse that ca down on . I found that it was not just a matter of appearance being different.
My body was a real monster, getting killed and not dying. It could not have been better than this because I was dark and used dark power and had an immortal life. My destiny was to be killed again and again in order to satisfy the people’s discontent.
One day, when I was getting murdered by the warriors who would save the world again, I faced the blazing sun. It was such a beautiful sky with brilliant sunshine, but my toes were slowly burning by the fire that people lit around , and the sun that I looked at for a long ti blazed as if swallowing up.
Will you please collect now?
Why do you make go through such an ordeal?
Just why?
It was useless to resent and beg.
No one listens to the story of a witch abandoned by the deity.
“Witch.”
“Are you really a witch?”
“You’re just a victim of the curse.”
“Nothing will change if you die.”
I opened my closed eyes. The terrible darkness, whose end was unknown, welcod . I thought it was a sight I’ve seen for so long and one that I’ll see again and again, but not anymore. I’ve t a warrior who will end my cursed life. It’s a great pleasure to be able to leave my last life to a beautiful warrior with white hair and sun-like eyes to take.
Although the young warrior brought back mories that I had forgotten, but I was able to endure it even though I had to face the world which I had neglected again. Because this is the end. I never imagined the day would co when the word “end” would make feel so happy.
Yes. The boy was a young warrior. He was the hero who would kill the witch and save the world from the dark. He was light that would give the witch eternal rest.
I crouched down and closed my eyes. I rembered the sight and the voices of the people I saw following the young warrior. The scene imdiately turned into a girl with black hair and eyes and villagers who hurt her. It was because of the warrior that I dread of this. Because he seed so similar to , I rembered the mories that I had buried.
He was ostracized and accused just because he was born different, just because he was unique, and was driven out to be hunted by monsters. He beca an existence that should not have been born and should be killed right now. Just because he was different.
His loved ones leave his side one by one and all the arrows begin to take target in his skin. If sothing goes wrong, if a problem arises, if anyone gets hurt sowhere, if soone dies, or even if there’s a slight discomfort, they vent their anger, saying it’s all because of the cursed monster.
For them he’s just a ans to vent their anger on. Without looking at who really makes them suffer, they may not know who made them act like this, and they may be aware of exactly who it is, but they have no courage to confront it, so they are just picking on the weak and powerless. Like it’s really true that killing him would solve everything.
They’ve already made the witch go through that, and now they’ve been doing the sa thing over again. Know fairly well that nothing about them changed.
Furthermore, this ti, they were killing the light that would save the world with their own hands.
No. The boy shouldn’t end up like that.
I will sohow make the boy light up the world, and then give eternal rest. He will end the witch’s ti that never dies. Unlike the boy, I’m really cursed. It doesn’t matter now whether I am guilty or not. It ends only when I die. No, even if my life doesn’t get everything back to normal, I’ll get it over with.
I t a warrior who understood . He consoled for the terrible ti I spent so far. I believed that I would be consoled once again by the the warrior whose life will change.
So I hope that I’ll be able to close my eyes once and for all before such a warrior dies. Before his ti is over.
That I’d never be left alone ever again.
As in the fairy tales, May it end with
「The warrior lived happily ever after upon killing the witch.」
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