"You know how witches are different from humans, right?
We have two growth phases of life that happen at random tis, but we know when one ends or starts.
Haaa… I have been in this form for the last 111 years.
I stopped growing after I was twelve and around that ti, my mom passed away, leaving with her young sister in the older estate.
She was a wonderful lady, and she will forever have a special spot in my heart.
I was almost like a little sister to the previous duchess and that's why master Zahavi tease calling grandpa's aunty.
And I tease him with that old marine soldier salute.
When...
Stop that smirk, or I will throw you from this roof."
Her voice was serious, and I could feel she was already prepared to throw from this place.
I had no doubt that she could do that. In fact, I knew she might do just that while I won't be able to use my flight magic.
And with that fear, I forcefully stopped this smirk and thankfully, she cald down and continue speaking.
"Back in the days, I spend almost all my ti away from this empire and lived as a rcenary and fought in many minor wars that happen outside and just honed my skills with weapons.
I used many weapons in the past but I never actually found sothing that was fit for or that I liked particularly.
In those days, the wars weren't as they are now.
Not many technological developnts and although the empire had been prospering in magic and technology for a long ti, all the wars I fought in were outside the empire.
The remote places with few resources and technology.
Well, back in the days, I was mostly driven by anger and anguish and well, I just mostly killed people, beasts, and enemies.
On the battlefields, although I was comparatively shorter than most of the soldiers, no one ever looked down on after seeing in battles.
I was quite famous back in the day, and many feared for being a crazy witch.
Well... I was just driven by hate for the world for making different from most of the others.
I lived and saw the ones I cherished die after living a good life and although I t many people from different races that had long life spans, different from them, I had a normal perspective of ti.
Just like humans, I saw a day as a day and not like so mont as elves or dwarves do.
Sothing weird, sothing so painful it can't be explained with words, and the reason for it… my origin skill.
Though I don't bla my skill or anything anymore… it isn't sothing I ever want to rember again.
I was soone bad. Soone drove by pure hate, a machine with no purpose or goal.
Soone who had actually lived the life feeling as if trapped in this young body.
And this feeling of being trapped, feeling the ti pass like normal.
Perceiving every passing mont normally, and not like so monts that I am supposed to.
It was painful and infuriating and the deaths, blood, screams, and anguish of others didn't do anything other than just make this void even darker.
The darkness just grew, and even after getting stronger, I didn't feel anything.
Back then, I had even forgotten I had a family or sothing like that and it wasn't until so years ago that I returned to empire and to this precious ho.
And when I ca back... the one I played with as a sister had already passed away and her dear son, my grandpa, was the newly appointed duke.
When I first ca back and t him, I felt things would be just the sa.
Soone else died before , soone I loved but, by then, I had even forgotten what those emotions were.
And even if I stayed here, things like those will continue to happen.
…
But, unlike what I had thought, grandpa was a different person than anyone I had t in my life.
He was calm, warm, and stronger than anyone I had seen in those countryside wars and battles.
Unlike , he had honed his talent in the right place and reached heights few could ever achieve.
And his son, my dad, was the sa.
If grandpa was a warm wind that took out of my despair, dad was sothing that reminded what life was.
He brought back those long forgotten emotions to and… I returned to being an actual person.
And then the other two…
Grandma is a wonderful person that healed the wounds that I thought could never be healed.
The deep wounds of despair, hate, the void… she healed everything with her words, affection, and teachings.
And then… my lovely mom kept in this world, away from that despair I had lived in for decades.
They are just wonderful people that made that [Blood thirsty witch] a decent person that can live as a normal person.
And after that… I really wanted to live for a while more.
With them, however long I can.
Doing the things I never got the chance to do…
Grandpa taught how to use a scythe, sothing that not just went perfectly with … when I held it, I felt like this was sothing that was a part of .
Grandma taught how to hone and polished my existing magic and knowledge and witchcraft.
I only learned sothing in true aning when I ca here and t them.
I don't even know just how grateful I am to them for taking care of this 'bad' child… but this grateful feeling is undeniable.
It fears just what might have happened if I never co back, or what I would be if I had just wandered this continent helplessly as I had?
I... what-"
After that long one, she started losing the calmness she had maintained all this ti, and even if I was already in tears now, I didn't want her to cry more than she already had.
So this ti, I hugged her without wiping these new bastard tears that had co out without my permission.
"Eon...?" she asked with a sudden blank expression that had at least taken her out of her falling state.
She was still sitting down and although this position wasn't so much comfortable; I didn't think much about it.
I just hugged her as best as I could, and the tears that had started as soon as she ntioned the killings and battlefield intensified even more.
I now understand just how she had felt when hearing about my life, and it hurt more than rembering my own shitty past.
Perceiving every day as a day, even while living a long life, was almost like a curse.
Sothing like my ability to rember everything.
The psychological pain and suffering she must have gone through explained her super high ntal fortitude and power.
She was strong, but she had also shed blood and sweat to gain that strength.
But, unlike my deep desire to get back to my family and love for archery, she never had a goal or desire.
Not until she t her grandpa.
Maybe she would have been even stronger if she had found her talents earlier but, that wasn't important right now.
Killing others was nothing new to , and that aside, she was a different person than she had been in the past.
As I hugged her and after her shock, she ca back to her senses and just hugged back.
The tears that I tried to block weren't affected by my hopeless attempt one bit and flowed out of her gorgeous eyes and fell on my neck.
But thankfully, she was smiling while hugging …
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