Witch’s moment

On the last day of the winter moon, Amy found that she had awakened the power of the witch.

Unfortunately, she is with Sig, who has been secretly in love with her since childhood.

Amy really wants to know.

The ancestors have been the witch hunter Sige for generations. If they knew that she had become a witch...

Will it lift the gun in your hand?

I will still be obedient to her as always.

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Half an hour ago, Amy just skipped her grammar class, which was called "On the Literary Appreciation of the Adaptation of Ladies and Witch Hunters".

In this world, the ultimate dream of all girls is to marry a witch hunter.

There is a witch hunter beside Amy. The two are too familiar, beyond all fantasy familiarity.

Thinking of Sig, Amy's steps were much lighter and trotted all the way home.

Sig has been hunting outside these days. I don't know if it's because the evil witch is difficult to catch, and no one has been seen for a week.

Amy at home turned the sky upside down.

She took out the stubborn little white horse and stepped on it with a thud.

The white horse and the snow melted into one, the tassels of the whip fell, the horses' hooves accelerated instantly, and the low roar broke the deep silence of the manor.

At this time, another horse's chirping came from afar.

Someone broke into the manor, and there was only one person who could break into the manor on horseback without saying hello.

Amy stiffened all over.

I said to the bottom of my heart: It's over.

It's the hiss of Sig's horses. Listening to the position, it's just outside the flower fence of the manor.

Sig's unique appetite horse will gnaw a piece of ivy and come in again.

However, Sige himself can't.

Amy listened to it.

Powerful steps stepped on the fluffy snow, and the squeaking sound approached.

Amy's little white horse stepped in place, spewing hot air in its mouth. On both sides of the horse's abdomen were her uneasy forked calves and naturally scattered skirts.

The sitting posture is very indecent.

Amy didn't even think about it.

Turn over and roll into the snow.

The whole person was buried in it.

The sleeveless cloak she was wearing was simple white, similar to the color of snow.

When Sige comes in, he should only notice a running horse, and no one.

Sig's approaching footsteps stopped, and Amy's breathing stopped.

She waited nervously for the footsteps to go away.

"Amy, don't hide." Sige called her.

Amy, who was found, raised her head from the snow and said, "Sig, good day."

Sige is still dressed in everyday life.

The cold silver shotgun that she didn't want to touch, the hard-looking cowhide gloves and the long coat that could wrap the strong body of the witch hunter.

He threw it casually, and the coat on his elbow fell on the horse's back, and the horse stepped on the messy snow under his feet uneasily.

Sig stared at Amy, who had not yet climbed up, bent his waist and stretched out his long arm to pick her up.

The silky black hair like satin rubbed against Sig's shoulders and his elbows, and the slightly curved hair was stained with snow and rubbed against him.

He didn't care, his eyebrows were cold, and he just said, "I met your fiance Darren this time. He wants to see you next month."

"Oh." Amy responded carelessly.

Amy has heard that her marriage was decided for her by her mother during her lifetime. It is said that the other party is also an excellent witch hunter and a little famous in Manchestershire.

"Brother Darren, he... What does it look like?"

"Amy," Sig's voice was cold in an instant, "I haven't heard you call me since I was a child."

Amy was angry: "So are you?"

Sig suddenly smiled and said, "Of course I'm not. If you still want to raise your pocket money..."

"Well, then you are now, Xi... Ge Ge Ge." Amy spread her hands and pretended to admit defeat, with a tone like the pet chicken she raised in the manor.

Gegege is the nickname she gave to Sige, and it is the name of the first chicken she hatched from Sige's bed.

Sige snorted softly and didn't argue with her, but he didn't mention the pocket money.

Amy doesn't care either. She is not short of money.

She came into this world at the age of eight. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sig feeding her cookies. The long finger cookies were bitten off. Amy, who was too scared, almost choked to death by half a cookie.

It was only later that it was learned that her mother was the lifesaver of Sig's father, and therefore, Amy had an outstanding status in the Sig family for decades.

Before Sig's father, Mr. Ferth, had considered marrying Amy and Sig before his death, but a Darren ran out halfway, claiming to be the fiance appointed by Amy's mother, and showed Amy's mother's handwritten letter.

Since it was Amy's mother's last wish, Mr. Firth gave up and added Amy to the family trust before he died, which was relieved.

In addition to the monthly money given by the family trust, there is also the pocket money given to her by Sige alone. Although Amy is an orphan, she also thinks that she is the lucky one in misfortune.

The lucky one among the best.

"Did this hunt go well?" Amy asked casually and raised her legs to go back.

Early in the morning, when she was chatting with the maid Margaret, she heard that the recent witch hunting activities were very difficult.

A group of witch hunters chased a witch for seven days and failed. Some witch hunters fainted halfway.

I don't know if Sig will also faint from hunger.

"Generally, only three were caught." Sig said carelessly and followed Amy forward. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Amy turned around and met the gaze of Sig.

His eyes changed from light to thick, and the point of view started from Amy's slender neck, all the way down, to somewhere.

The eyes fell on Amy's wide ruffled and light cream-colored skirt.

Every time Sig looked at her with this look, Amy wanted to hide herself.

She watched Sig turn back and took off the tashed whip she left on the horse's back.

Amy retreated alertly and said, "Sig, you must be tired too. Let's go back--"

I didn't wait to retreat far, and the folds piled up on one side of the skirt were lifted by the whip.

She encountered a similar scene in the original world.

When it's cold, mom has to say "wear autumn trousers".

But there is no such thing in this world. Her beautiful legs are often shivering from the cold.

Amy has comforted her legs well, and it will get worse in winter by riding horses, shopping and playing in the snow.

Siger found someone to improve Amy's skirt and put warm enough pants inside. Although she can't see it from the outside, Amy can't get through the test in her heart.

She doesn't like to wear it.

In the cold winter, it has become Sige's habit to check whether she is wearing it.

At this moment, Sig's expression is very serious, more serious than every teacher Amy knows in the college.

"You didn't wear it again? It seems that someone wants to freeze himself to death early so that she can leave the money in her family trust to me.

Only then did Amy realize that something was wrong as soon as Sig came back.

He didn't know the yin and yang before... So many times.

Amy blamed this on Sig's father, Mr. Firth, after the death, Sig wanted to rebel.

She wants him to make it clear who has the final say in the family before she gets married!

Sig no longer paid attention to her and went straight to the five-story villa. Amy followed him angrily, scolding his mistakes endlessly, and using her professional knowledge of grammar class.

"Forget if you don't bring a gift. You will know about me when you come back. Do you know that a witch hunter like you who has no eyes will have a very low match with a lady..."

The ugly thing about this is that you will never marry a wife in your life.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Sig's pace accelerated, and Amy saw that she couldn't keep up with him.

"So you don't have a fiancee at the age of 28, Sig, Sig, listen to me--"

Sig suddenly stopped leaving.

The surroundings were terribly quiet, and the sound of the horse chewing outside the fence stopped.

Amy suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sig, who is still like a hard sculpture, his long legs, the silver shotgun around his waist, the long tassel whip in his hand, the white horse stopped behind them and the motionless dust in the air...

It seems that time has been frozen.

Everything is still, except for Amy.

After the huge impact, Amy's eyes slowly shifted to the gun hanging on Sig's waist.

The silver shotgun that is as cold as snow and contains the energy of witch hunting.