Chapter 51: The Witch (End)
Witches are people favored by the will of the world.
They are beautiful, intelligent, and naturally gifted with extraordinary power—able to command the elements, act freely and effortlessly, and possess extraordinary vitality. Simply destroying their bodies is not enough; to truly kill a witch, one must destroy both body and soul.
Even after becoming a wooden mannequin, the girl whose memories Everly was experiencing was still alive. Following her perspective, Everly continued to drift through the fragments of her memory.
The next morning, the babysitter arrived as usual to feed her and found the girl missing from the bed. In her place lay the wooden mannequin. Panicked, she lifted the pajama-clad figure from the bed and placed it on the floor, rummaged through the attic, and finally hurriedly left to call her employer, reporting that the “hostage” had escaped.
Through a mirror in the corner, Everly saw her current form—just over a meter tall, a wooden mannequin resembling the child mannequins often used in clothing stores of the last century. Blue eyes, red lips, a black wig on her head, thick false eyelashes glued over her eyes—eerily realistic, yet unmistakably inhuman.
The mannequin could not move. She was placed there, watching as her captor York argued with the babysitter, saw the babysitter attempt to threaten him with knowledge of witches, and witnessed York lift a short stool and smash her to death. When the warm blood of the babysitter splattered onto her, a surge of energy entered her body, and she felt her previously stiff mind sharpen slightly.
“Damn it… how did she escape… No, that witch can’t be allowed to remain, she must be dealt with immediately…”
York Kingsley, covered in blood, hastily disposed of the babysitter’s body and muttered to himself in the attic.
No… Stop! No! Mother!