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The witch hunt began in foreign countries.

However, I couldn’t find and kill the witch right away like I wanted.

Considering that the present era is close to the modern era, this is not so strange.

There is magic in this world, but it is fragmented and rarely seen except for a privileged few.

The most important thing here is that the speed of information transmission is slow.

Most information moves at walking speed.

The good news is that even though the speed was slow, the spread was wide.

If there is a foreign religion, everyone knows about it.

Because the Holy Land is the place where all the believers of foreign religions in the world gather.

The story is told by pilgrims visiting the Kingdom of Ansellus.

He stops at the holy place and talks to the people gathered there while waiting to receive a blessing. Then he hears about the witch hunt and returns home.

Rebecca actually created this system based on a certain religion to spread her word.

This time the religious war was won. She took advantage of the opportunity to spread her word along with the good news.

This was the reason Rebecca created the shrine and wrote a guestbook in the first place.

Once something entered her body and moved, Rebecca learned this from looking at a man’s memories.

There was a wonderful world in my memory.

The most interesting thing was the history he saw and learned.

A story about how one world flowed.

In fact, Rebecca had no intention of delving so deeply into another world.

But most of the memories of foreign news she had glimpsed were filled with an overwhelming void of nothingness.

And it was filled with memories of a human going mad, unable to even scream, in a place where there was nothing that would make him vomit. And more than anything, it was a cold that was more painful than having your heart ripped out by a strange instrument piercing your chest.

Rebecca felt like she was going crazy just watching that. So she forced herself to watch more of the time when the foreign news agency was human.

So I got all kinds of memories.

Half a year was a short period of time, but since I had completely lost control of my body, I had a lot of time to focus.

No, rather, Rebecca hung on without a break because she had to see the memories of a human who was going crazy or completely crazy if she didn’t focus on the memories even just a little bit.

And then suddenly I got my body back.

Even though she knew what the foreign news agency was about, she spewed out words that would distress Yasle.

The moment when Yasle finally collapsed and Joanna also died.

She thought of a witch, but then she left because she didn’t want to be around a cult anymore.

The world is too harsh for a girl to live alone.

But what if you have special abilities?

There was a heart inside her chest that was made by a foreign god. When she spins in earnest, she consumes a tremendous amount of calories, but she can use powerful power that can defeat not only a group of armed bandits, but also a fairly strong army.

Rather, she lived her life thinking that she was pretending to be weak despite having such a heart.

But it was after I found a good man, got married, and had children that I realized something was wrong with my body.

Fortunately, the child was an ordinary person, but Rebecca did not age.

People reject what is different from themselves.

The townspeople gradually grew more and more uncomfortable with her, so she was eventually forced to move to a place a little further out of town.

Rebecca can instantly dispatch dangerous beasts or bandits, so the townspeople do not want her to leave town.

But he was someone I didn’t want to see in the village. So I sent him to a remote place away from the village.

Still, Rebecca didn’t really care, since her children lived in the village.

As time passed and her children grew up and her grandchildren became adults again, she rarely went to the village.

The town had grown to a certain size and no longer needed her powers, and even if she did go there, there were more people who called her an unsightly monster than those who treated her warmly.

It was good up to that point.

But one day.

There was a famine. The forests dried up, much of the food people ate disappeared, and strange diseases broke out.

Another year of famine.

And then another year passed.

One day that year, when Rebecca went into town on business, the townspeople attacked her, pointing out that she was the only one who was young and healthy, and that if they ate her they would survive.

As Rebecca ran away, wondering if she had gone completely mad from hunger, she saw something very strange.

A butcher’s shop has hanging what appears to be the upper half of a human body, claiming it is meat that can cure all diseases.

And nearby, a human arm is dangling from a boiling pot. The hand looks very familiar. She approaches as if possessed and overturns the pot.

Human corpses poured out.

That’s her child, too. And under that lump of meat, once upon a time, just once, she saw the tiny hand of her grandson, who had held her three fingers tightly.

Rebecca lost her temper.

Rebecca didn’t think of them as monsters.

I thought it was because he was human.

Because he thought that since his heart was not beating, he was no longer human.

The opposite of non-human is human. Therefore, they are human. I am a monster.

Monsters and humans.

There is no reason to hesitate.

It took less than half a day for what had once been a village to be reduced to a plain of dirt and sand.

She stared blankly at the dirt floor that had not even a single ruin left, then took a step forward. Instead of returning home, she wandered around like someone looking for a place to die.

She has seen people eat people time and time again.

Traveling through a world where three years of famine had struck, she really thought people were the problem.

If you think about it logically, that’s strange.

No matter how emotionally you look at it, you see a human being who does whatever it takes to survive in an extreme situation, and that is what defines a human being.

But she wasn’t thinking logically.

She wanted to let go of her hatred.

She decided to summon the worst monster she knew. A monster that knew humans all too well, having once been human.

Referring to the memories of that foreign news agency, the foreign news agency devised a plan to engulf everyone.

This is what happened before Rebecca entered the foreign mission.

And her search for Hukkeshni was not purely out of resentment.

Quite the opposite.

Because I predicted that she would interfere with the plan.

I know that Yasle and Hukkeshni had a relationship.

And I remember Yasle removing the alien from my body.

There was a high probability that Hukkeshni had a way to send the foreign correspondent back, so Rebecca decided to eliminate Hukkeshni.

After all, she was also Dakota’s enemy who moved like her hands and feet, so it was a double-edged sword.

But does everything in the world go as people wish?

The witch hunt didn’t turn out the way she wanted.

Most people don’t have much feelings for Hyukkesuni.

Every time I pray, a person who has caused suffering to others comes out, so I can hate them without hating them.

The expression is strange, but emotionally I don’t have any particular feelings for it, but since it’s a name that is originally hateful, I habitually hate it.

To begin with, the kingdom of Ansellus was far from the area of activity of the Hungkeshni. So, even if there were stories about witches, at best, there were stories about bad witches living in the deep forest.

In short, it was someone else’s business.

And the story of the foreign religion defeating the Holy Spirit Church was more important.

What was more important was the fact that the Holy Spirit had personally wiped out those who believed in foreign religions even a little. Those who had been preaching morality right next to him turned out to be bad guys. And the opportunity to legally beat up those bad guys?

The witch hunt degenerated into a hunt for the Holy Spirit.

They burned the church’s property and captured and killed its priests.

Hatred spread like wildfire through a dry field during a witch hunt festival.

In an instant, all traces of the Church of Jesus disappeared from the streets, and the empty space was filled by foreign religions.

This happened in all places east of the Scard Desert.

That doesn’t mean Rebecca’s intentions were completely buried.

Hatred was not easily erased.

People killed the believers in the Holy Spirit under the pretext of punishing them for their sins. It became so widespread that not only the believers in the Holy Spirit but also those who did not believe in God habitually used the term “punishing the believers for their sins.”

Several years later, in the west of the Cogni Kingdom, in the Adu Jungle where the Yeongrang Church once stood, we reached the witch’s hideout deep in the forest.

Hukkeshni felt extremely upset.

Because the people held a festival, saying that they were punishing the idiot.

But by the time it reached Hyuckeshni, the witch-hunting festival was not necessarily a burning of items related to the Church of the Holy Spirit.

It was an event mixed with folk beliefs, where they would place old items or things that needed to be thrown away in the middle of the village, make a doll out of straw, beat it while saying “Hyungkesuni”, and then burn it along with the items.

If it were burning the Holy Spirit believers, he might have been scared, but such folk beliefs were extremely unpleasant to Hyunkeshni.

People they didn’t even know cursed and beat the doll that had their name on it, then set it on fire and burned it. Then they ate and drank around it and celebrated, claiming that they had defeated the witch.

Festival of exorcism.

The Witch Hunt Festival has evolved over time into that type of event.

It became a simple festival.

Again, Hukkeshni was in a very bad mood.

So he cursed the village that first discovered it and killed them all. And he did this over and over again over the years.

Just to relieve the bad feeling at that time, I cursed them to death and forgot about them. I had been living like that from the beginning, so there was nothing special about it.

but.

Dakota’s hatred reached Hukkeshni.

Barely, the foreign religion caught up with the tail of the Hyukshunis.

And the Foreign Church sent an official letter to the Foreign Church in the area to catch and kill the Hungkeshni. And the Foreign Church headquarters sent a corps of experts to catch such people.

The one leading the pack was Dakota, a tall beauty with blue skin and purple hair.

She was a saint of the foreign religion and a war hero who survived the war against the Holy Spirit Church. Of course, she was called a patron saint, but her essence was the same.

This means that he was not just someone who was there, but someone who fought in earnest.

A woman who had lived her life solely to seek revenge on Hyukkesuni took action.

Now, in the Kingdom of Cogni and the region, the number of people moving to eradicate witches has increased.

Wherever Hukkeshni went, information about her would circulate in the villages she visited. And capable people began to station themselves in the foreign church in order to catch and kill her.

Even if she tries to be as violent as usual, people appear to defeat her.

Her curse is gradually being analyzed and blocked at its source, and more and more people are searching for her near her hermitage.

Just a little bit at the corner of Hyukkeshni’s mouth.

A smile appeared.