His heart disappeared and his whole body became cold.

In fact, she was able to fight to the death just now, even though she was unprepared to withstand a blow from an A-level participant.

Even without the summoning crystal, she still has the power to resist.

Although I don't know if it can be killed, I can still take action.

But she didn't do that.

She just kept thinking about one thing in her mind.

"I...was...betrayed again."

The witch can no longer remember the first memory clearly.

But based on her rough memory of age, it should have been more than four hundred years ago.

Yes, that's right, she has lived for more than four hundred years.

Memories from childhood, the nightmare world at first.

More than four hundred years ago, the most terrifying thing was happening where she was.

Witch hunt.

Those were simply the darkest times.

Betrayal, betrayal, indecency and cruelty constitute the initial hell.

For example, an ordinary woman who had done nothing was arrested and tortured to confess that she had been a prostitute...,

She tortured 104 children to death, including three of her own children, and she dug them out of their graves.

One part is boiled in a pot and finally eaten, and the other part is processed into plasters and other sorcery reagents.

Finally, the leg bones were made into flutes.

In fact, she is just an ordinary woman.

However, that era was like this, darker than this...

Hundreds and thousands.

Fragments of the witch's memory surfaced in her hazy mind at the moment.

At that time, she was just a little girl.

All I see is a world of unaccompanied people and a cruel hell.

Hunting is incredibly easy.

All you need is a whistleblower letter, it's that simple.

You have a grudge, you are hated by others, or you are framed as a witch because you are beautiful.

Welcome the brutal forced confession... and then die.

It's that simple.

Everyone is in danger, constantly informing and exposing each other is like a plague that cannot be stopped.

The witch felt that her breathing had stopped, and she saw the night sky of the night battle scene through the gap between her eyes.

She was very scared, seeing betrayal with her own eyes, and the hell that followed the betrayal.

She was extremely frightened.

Afraid of being betrayed and framed as a witch, and then being caught by those people...

What happened next? What happened next?

Her heartbeat stopped for a minute, her pupils began to dilate, and she suddenly asked herself something she couldn't remember.

By the way, at that time, when she was still a little girl, she was still included in the category of 'food' in the testimony forced by those women.

She relied on picking up garbage for a living and desperately wanted to leave.

Then he was picked up by an old woman, a real witch and brought home.

The witch thought she had found her family at that time.

A simple house hidden in the woods, made of black sheepskin of unknown significance, with a small drawer filled with books.

I keep simmering around for something every day, and finally end up with a pot of waste liquid and keep cursing.

This is the old woman, the so-called ridiculous witch who really "knows witchcraft" in that era.

Every day, the witch has to do a lot of dirty and hard work to take care of the old woman.

But the witch felt at ease, she felt she had found a home.

One night when she was ten years old, the old woman held a knife and walked towards her sleeping body with a strange smile.

Because she thought bathing in the blood of a ten-year-old girl could restore her youth.

She was betrayed.

She considered her 'family' that she had lived with for several years.

If, at that time, I had not been involved in the night battle and became a participant.

She should be dead.

With the blessing of magic energy, the old woman was extremely fragile and could not stop her from escaping.

Then, with doubt and fear, she slowly discovered her abilities.

Something condensed in her heart, but she didn't know anything at the time.

She relied on her weak abilities to survive in the darkest era of the Middle Ages.

But, slowly, she found herself...

It doesn't seem to grow up.

A long time passed, and she still looked ten years old.

Then she was attracted by the friend who always played with her in the village where she settled...

Reported.

She was told that she was a witch who made a deal with the devil.

Soldiers rushed into the village and planned to capture her.

On the ruins, the witch's pupils gradually dilated, her heart no longer supplied blood, and her oxygen disappeared, she smelled death for the first time.

But in contrast, those memories that she usually couldn't remember emerged one by one.

Relying on her ability, she used magic to escape.

But she doesn't understand, why?

That was obviously a friend she had played with for several years, and she watched her grow up.

They once ran in the fields and forests, laughing.

At that time, she thought it was hell as a child.

An old woman's scam.

It's all gone from her, it's just a nightmare she once had.

But the moment she saw the soldiers, she realized that she had never woken up from the nightmare.

Then...

The next village to stay in.

Ten years.

She stood on the scaffold and looked at all the villagers throwing rubbish at her.

Why?

Obviously I have helped you, whether it was driving away the wolves or ensuring the harvest.

I have helped you all.

Why did you betray me?

And then the next one...

Next..

Next.

Down...

No matter how hard she tries to fit in every time, no matter how much she helps those people.

In the end, what greeted her was betrayal.

Just like the scary and simple ones she saw when she was a child,
To be continued...