Chapter 314

I will subconsciously numb myself, frantically do my own things, and frantically complete other tasks...

Until one day, when everything is done and I sit down quietly, I will find that the tears accumulated in numbness will eventually burst out.

"It turns out that someone who is so close to me... has left this world, and it feels so sad..."

Liya followed Liz's hand and threw her head into her arms.

"Before, I wanted him to never leave me, wanted his magic circuit to boil for me, and wanted him to live only by craving my blood as a witch... It was me... It was obviously me!"

"As a result, the night I came back... I felt that my hands and feet were cold, and the entire magic circuit was silent no matter how I started it or what magic I used!"

She opened her eyes wide, and big tears flowed from the red witch's eyes.

She looked at the box full of blood-colored peppermint essential oil that Merlin took out and closed.

"One tube after another... I injected it into my body..."

"Once only one tube was needed... to fill my brain with stimulation, excitement and pleasure..."

"But I sat on the bed, my nose was full of that smell, but I couldn't feel anything, as if I was completely numb."

"By the time I realized... I had already used up half of the blood peppermint essential oil... Even so, there was no change..."

"I just realized... I just realized that I couldn't live without him at all."

Liya's tone slowly calmed down when she said this.

"Mom, maybe you are right... He is the one who made me grow up and the one I can't live without."

Liz wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

How long has it been since she saw her daughter cry like this? It seems to be traced back to when she was a child, when she had just learned the magic of explosion and blew herself up into dust?

"...So, will a witch's life always experience such separations?"

Liz didn't answer, but just slowly touched her blonde hair.

The blonde hair that had just gotten up and had not yet been tied into the most energetic and beautiful ponytails in Leah's opinion slid down along her fingers.

Perhaps because the magic circuit was silent, her fingers slid down to the end of Leah's golden hair that turned red, and she could feel her slightly dry hair and see the split ends of her hair.

"Liya, let's go back to the house."

"Although it's not winter now."

"But, I can still tell you stories in front of the fireplace like before."

...

Liya walked into Liz's house. Liz was still the same as before. She especially liked the mushroom-shaped hut. From a distance, it looked like a house in a fairy tale.

The sky outside the window, which was controlled by the dungeon, was stuck at the most uncomfortable dusk.

A ray of slanting sunlight shone in from the small window of the mushroom hut, but because the sun was setting, it could not illuminate the entire room.

But Liz still lit a candle and a warm fire and sat at the table.

The table was still the same as before, with a few pieces of bread and two cups of hot water placed in a disorderly and irregular manner.

Leah found that this room was actually so "clean".

She remembered that the house was always filled with various ancient magic books, especially the table, which was always blocked by thick books.

Unlike experimentalists like Leah, Liz's most common research was the interpretation of ancient books.

But now, this room is particularly clean and refreshing, and those books and scattered notebooks and notes are no longer seen.

"So, my current state is called... the depression of the magic circuit?"

Chapter 349 Fuel of Witch Magic (3k)

"The magic circuit of a witch does not exist as a separate organ like ordinary humans. It is closely connected with our blood, our emotions, and our spirit. That is why it is powerful..."

Liz sat down and invited Leah to sit opposite her in her old seat.

"Being able to feel the pulse of the magic circuit so clearly is also a feeling that witches cannot give up."

"Will it become like this after losing someone?"

"Maybe. After all, someone once mentioned a romantic speculation that the fuel of witch magic is not natural magic, but - it's boring to say it out loud, guess?"

Liya sat down, still sitting in the seat she sat in when she was a child.

She is not much taller now than the last time she sat here.

"I can't guess."

"Okay, just like when I was a child, I can't guess without guessing at all. Back to the circuit depression, this is something every witch will encounter."

"Could it be that you also..."

"Once, in a place similar to this house, dressed up as a mushroom house in a fairy tale. I sent your biological father away - but you should not have any memory at that time, right?"

"... And this thing?"

Liya was a little surprised. This was the first time Liz mentioned...

mentioned the "human" part of her blood.

It is not surprising that witches are a race born from a special "magic circuit" left by the witch Yaer five hundred years ago, but they are still human in terms of their physical body.

There are countless witches who have close contact with humans and have reproduced offspring. Otherwise, the number of witches would not always be maintained at a constant value.

"I was also a student at the Magic Academy at that time - but it seems that the Entak Empire was not yet unified at that time."

"I studied ancient magic with him, and we were very involved. In just a few years, we reached the point where you saw before...deciphering the way moisturizing materials use gentle, bright light and sound to create wax blocks."

"Later, you were born... I wanted him to have a long life like me, so, with his approval, I injected him with the witch's blood. Right here."

"...You're still talking about me, don't you also inject the witch's blood into other people's blood at will?!"

Leah seemed to be in a slightly better mood.

She originally thought she was the only one who would be like this.

Now it seems that all the "witches" in the world will often fall in love with someone so vigorously, then leave with such violence, and then quietly feel sad alone.

"He is not as 'lucky' as Will. The rejection reaction after the blood injection was very serious. It was uncomfortable. He was obviously the one who begged for eternal life at the time, but in the end he held my hand and asked me to kill him."

"Well, then I feel better, after all... Will looks quite comfortable after all!"

In such a small place, Leah somehow found a point of pride for herself.

"That's because the magic and device you got to inject blood have been modified many times!"

Liz didn't say she was losing either.

"Then...did you kill your father in the end?"

"I don't. That's what witches are like. Like every witch who has left their name in human history, they are domineering, tough and crazy. I watched helplessly as his blood vessels were burned red under the skin bit by bit, rising to the surface, and I was still there He was given constant blood transfusions—because I always felt that the blood transfusions were not enough.”

Liz laughed evilly again, telling a hellish joke about her "lover", but she could still laugh out loud.

Maybe it's because it was a long time ago.

Or maybe it's because she doesn't care anymore?

Of course, it could also be...

"To be honest, after doing this experiment, I even became anemic."

It could also be that every witch has some elements that are ridiculously disdainful.

"You deserve it! Witch blood can be cultured outside the body, are you stupid?"

"That's the blood that was given to the person you like. Of course it has to be extracted from the body. Did you cultivate it at that time?"

"That's not...no, I smoked it the night before..."

"Then you're still talking about me."

"However, he was really red all over and couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed. He even woke you up and started crying. I was still a little sad and scared..."

"Is it just a little bit? Okay, if you can do 'some', you've made great progress."

"Don't be like this. I was quite gentle and innocent back then."

Leah had never heard these stories from her "gentle mother."

It looks like...

The outside world...well, human legends are very accurate about witches. Witches are indeed people who often disrupt various situations, but never let go of their lovers.

"Of course he is still dead. A long time after his death, I also felt the depression of the magic circuit. It was from that time..."

Liz pointed to Leah's hand, she was holding the wax block tightly.

"My research has no new progress and has stagnated there."

Leah lowered her head and looked at the ice blue wax block in her hand.

This is what she got according to the "mission" left by Will. Although……

The "destination" that the series of tasks leads to, the thing that shines in the eyes of the one you love... is no longer possible.

"What about the end? Mother, have you escaped from this state?"

"Not at the time," she paused. "Perhaps for this reason, for a long, long time, I didn't want you to come into contact with humans."

"That's right. That really gave me a beautiful and sinister fate."

"It may be different for every witch. Some people come out, and some people sink deeper. But..."

Liz put her hand on her chin and looked at Leah.

The lifespan of a witch is very long. Although Liz is probably still young now, she still looks like a fourteen-year-old child.

However, for the first time, Leah saw a little bit of maturity in her expression.

"Emotions such as loss, regret, and regret are also a part of life worth savoring."

"You, you should have told me this earlier. It made me...it made me afraid to talk to people outside for a long time, right?"

"Oh? It's really strange that you still don't dare to talk to others."

"But how come you were never willing to let me have contact with humans and ended up like this?"

"later……"

Liz changed into a storytelling tone and poured herself a new cup of hot tea. She does look like an old person now, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.

"I tried to find more ancient books. Slowly, I recalled every night I spent with him. Slowly, those losses, regrets and regrets were all precipitated in my memory..."

It was late at night, and the sunset had already retreated from the house, so the candlelight in the house was even brighter.

"So, mother, you have been doing this for the past few years since you disappeared?"

This is also a long unsolved mystery for Leah. Liz left without saying goodbye, what did she do, and why did she leave the "Su Bing Array" as a clue to Leah.

"There is a reason for this, but more importantly, I am looking for clues about Yaer on behalf of the witches."

Liz smiled.

"Oh... I see... Wait, Yaer?!"

As the first witch, Yaer created a special race of witches and created such a unique bloodline? !

Leah originally thought that Yaer might have died.

But...

"She's still alive? And why...why would I go looking for her..."

"Of course she's dead. I was looking for her dead in the dungeon."

"How could she be dead..."

"Shh. This is a long story. It has something to do with witches and ancient magic. Now, let's get back to our story..."

"One day, although I had forgotten what he looked like. But for the time being...when I turned a page of ancient magic, I remembered the feeling I had. So, on that day, the depression of the magic circuit disappeared."

When Liz said this, her eyes rarely lit up with a girlish pink.

"Ms. Liz, you...you actually want me to let it go, right?"

"No, no, no, you're wrong."