The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

Dark hair, each hair of which is pointy as thorns. The fangs bend sharply and the legs supporting the giant are as thick as if they were clogged with muscles. Versakuwolf for sure. A vicious demon who sees fierce and even his fellow countrymen as an object of supplementation. With that in mind, Shatia waved her arm at Berthakwolf, who was coming towards her.

"Gwaaaaaa!!

The magic wave blows Berthakwolf away and pulls him back to the center of the square. Shatia moved over there to keep the damage from going to the demonic children and confronted Berthakwolf, who was groaning. While observing the enemy seriously, Shatia leans her neck as if she had come up with a fuss.

"Berthakwolf... a fierce demon, I didn't know you'd be treated as a commodity. The Demons are really greedy creatures."

There are commercial methods of buying and selling demons in the Devil Nation. Tutoring and making my husband obedient to listen to orders to fight or show off other demons. Such was their epidemic.

As a chattier, I don't really like that as a nature lover, but I didn't say anything because all of the demons that the Demons catch are vicious or monsters that attack the city.

But there are limits. This time the strength of the demon itself exceeds the tolerance limit. Berthakwolf is not the same demon as the giant. Their habit of eating their own kind shows that the surviving Berthak Wolf is also a strong man who has survived his weak and forceful diet. It is therefore dangerous.

"Gwwwwwwwww!!

Berthakwolf, who probably stepped on quite a few occasions, roared and blew the stalls around him with his forefoot. He watched Shathia use magic and was alert, and instinctively decided that an attack from a distance would be more advantageous. But it was a mistake. Fighting at close range was the most distant thing for Shatia, and defense at long range was her specialty. Shatia prevented the flying debris with a magic shield, and as she continued to run her fingers, Shatia formed a sphere of magic on the flat of her hand.

"Let's block that loud mouth first"

Waving his hand and releasing countless spheres of magic, the spheres of magic flew away spinning at high speeds. Berthakwolf blows up the stall and tries to use it instead of the wall, but as he walks through the gap in the stall, he hits it straight into Berthakwolf.

"Goaaa!!

Berthakwolf is frightened for a moment, but not that much damage. When the smoke cleared, Berthakwolf let his body wiggle, his hair suddenly hardened like steel and stretched sharply as a needle. That pops up and flies toward Chateau. Shatia shrugged and avoided it all over her hair, whistling as she was impressed.

"Ho, I've never seen that before"

Berthakwolf stiffens his hair as hard as steel when feeling extremely stressed or protecting himself from the outside. Shathia also observed and knew it, but she didn't know she could fly like an arrow. Shatia was able to fill in another piece of knowledge, happily loosening her cheeks.

Berthakwolf stiffens his body hair again and releases a needle. But this time, Shatia never avoided it, and took the needle that flew in with one hand.

"But I already understand. I'm not cheap enough to take you down, am I?

Shatia laughs as she spins the needle at her fingertips, zeroing that word.

Interpretation is an impromptu weapon that only temporarily stiffens and kills your body hair. I don't have enough speed and precision. To this extent, it was easy to deal with Shatia once she saw it.

Berthakwolf is afraid. Neither your own power nor your needle will work against the enemy in front of you. For him, who has defeated countless of his compatriots before, he was the first stately enemy to face. But still, he won't pull. Put your natural strength into your legs and give in.

"Goaaaaaaaaa!!

"The shackles of sin"

Stripping his fangs, he growls, and Shattia attaches a magical restraint to the flying Berthak Wolf. There's no point in taking magic away from Berthakwolf, where the vegetarian's fighting power is high, but still enough means to seal the movement. Shatia flattened her hands mercilessly toward Berthakwolf, who was no longer able to move.

"Soi."

A huge magic cannon was unleashed that could be sounded with a hanging voice without power. Versakuwolf, unable to move, naturally bathed it all over his body, and when the sand and dust subsided, a blackened Versakuwolf stood there. I'm not dead. Berthakwolf collapsed onto the spot when he gave a small groan, and Shathia unwrapped the magic restraint when she confirmed it, too.

"Well, it's like this."

It's not that much of a threat to Shathia, no matter how much Versakuwolf it is. Where you ate how many of your countrymen, this one is a witch who lives for over a thousand years. The difference in strength was evident.

Shatia sighed small and turned her shoulders, turning her neck to relax. And when I went back to the market to make sure the child was safe, there was a demonic gathering there.

"Ah, you're a silver traveler! Silver-haired, always hooded!

"The rumors were true! Mysterious traveler who helped the merchants out of the bandits...... WOW!

For some reason, the demons knew that Shatia was named a silver traveler. No, on second thought, that was inevitable. Shatia had helped the Demon Clan many times until she came to Demon King Castle. At one point the merchant's parents and children, at one time the travellers, at one time the villagers, every time they helped, Shatia named herself a silver traveler. It is only natural then that nature and rumors should spread. but I didn't think the rumors would spread to this point, so Shatia butted in like confused.

"Be sure to let me thank you! You have helped so many demons! Be sure to thank me...!

"Uh, no... I need a little help."

The Demon Clan speaks so thankfully as they approach Shatia. I appreciate being appreciated as a chattier, but I'm not going to be seen myself. You could disguise yourself with hallucinogenic magic, but you're not going to exercise magic in such a folk. There's also the possibility that you'll find out with some kind of clap. Shatia felt in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, but I'm dispersing here."

In the end, Shatia decided to run away. Run off the scene and escape to a narrow alley. Several demons came after us, but quickly lost sight of Shatia as she evacuated to the roof with floating magic.

Confirming that there was no chaser, Shatia sighed like she was tired and dropped her shoulder. With only a slight slack of the hood on his face, Shatia looks down at the city with clear eyes.

"... ha, boy. I don't have a bad personality."

Shatia shrugged so lonely somewhere.

I remember someone once said that to me. From Shathia, I just act according to my conscience, but that causes a lot of trouble. If you pretend you don't know, if you ignore it, Shatia will stick her neck in even though that's all that's good. She scratched her neck with her fingertips as she sighed again.

Fu and Shatia stopped moving, and when he made his eyes rough, he did his hand on the hood and put it back on deep. Squeeze quietly behind your eyes as you lurk your breath. I felt magic. And there was a demonic figure on the roof.

I see you as a silver traveler.

"... Sherris"

The demon clan was a man who also knew Shathiah. It was Sherris, a woman with dark hair and deep red eyes, and the physical condition of the demons who were there at the time of Emerald. Shatia stares at her face unexpectedly, whining her name so that she doesn't hear her. And you received that as consent, Sherris proceeded.

"The Demon King wants to see you. Answer the call. If not, we'll take care of it accordingly."

"... ho"

When Sherris took the convocation-like paper out of his nostalgia, he spread it out and read it out, making it look like a chattier as well. Shatia dimmed her eyes to be amused when she heard it, and slowly rose up when she went back to her normal eyes.

"That's another honor. I'd love to see you and the Demon King."

Shathia accepted the offer without a shudder. Rather, it is an opportunity that is only profitable for me, so I accepted it favourably. Sherris looked hooked when she heard the way she spoke, but it had nothing to do with her work, so she took Shatia to Demon King's Castle without worrying.

Walking down the road, crossing the long bridge, Chhatia is dived under the gates of the Castle of the Demon King. A huge door opened and when I finally entered the castle, it was a huge hall there. There are many columns in place, and the red satin continues everywhere to the back. From time to time, the soldier-like demons of the castle roamed, wrapped in dos black armor. Shatia follows it to Sherris with serious observation. In the meantime, the hood was still tightly worn deep and guarded around.

Eventually Shatia kept walking down the long aisle and was brought in front of one room. Apparently, it's not a room like among kings ahead. Does this mean that this is not a superficial object, but a confidential meeting? Shatia leans her neck.

And when Sherris knocked small, he heard a man from across the door. Probably belongs to the Demon King.

"Get in."

They got confirmation, and Sherris said so unevenly beside the door and told Shatia so. Sherris doesn't seem to be following me. I guess that's still a secret thing. Shatia decided so and nodded small, slowly opening the door and entering the room.

It was a really small guest room there. A red sofa is attached to the side of the table and a candle is placed on the table. That's really just the little room. One man sat on the couch in such a dim room. It was a nostalgic figure that Shatia had met before.

"Long time no see, Berpheus...... is it now Demon King Berpheus?

"... Shatifar"

When Shatia said so while taking the hood, Berfeus stared at Shatia's girl with her eyes narrowed as she was sure. The two of them changed dramatically. One grew splendidly and the other became much smaller. When I first met him, I was in the opposite position. But Belpheus feels quiet. The girl in front of you has changed her appearance, and the magic that can lurk in her is smaller or more powerful.

Berpheus reiterated once again that the witch was still a creature of another dimension and sighed small.