Witch’s moment

Amy traveled to the world. Around the end of the 19th century, the Second Industrial Revolution flourished. Electric lights and telephones were invented. Cars were in their infancy but failed to be popularized. Although travel was mainly in carriages, life was approaching modern society.

However, the social structure varies greatly.

There are two forces here, witches and witch hunters.

It is rumored that witches are born and begin to awaken around the age of 18, and their awakening abilities vary.

At first, most witches will choose to hide themselves and live like ordinary people.

But gradually, some witches' desires will become more and more important, including but not limited to money, status and men. Burning, killing, plundering and killing for money will happen from time to time until the end of the witch's madness.

Witches, especially witches who are about to die, will become the key targets of witch hunters.

In a quiet afternoon, in the warm sunshine, Amy, a new witch, woke up.

Often, in the face of witch hunters, the new witch will choose to escape as soon as possible.

But Amy won't.

She has been raised to be coquettish and lawless since she was a child. There is nothing at home that she dares not touch, and Sige, a serious young master, has to give in to her.

Until one day, Amy secretly played with Sig's gun.

Witch hunters, guns are always on their bodies, even sleeping.

Amy took advantage of Sig's bath to exploit Sig's witch hunter's loophole.

She wanted to remove the bullets of the shotgun to see if, as rumored, the witch bullets inside had special power and strange patterns.

Unfortunately, Sig took a shower too fast. Sig came out of the washroom wrapped in a bathrobe without waiting for Amy to find out how to remove the bullet.

I'm catching Amy in the act.

Since then, Sig has taken a shower with his gun.

Amy has never been able to do it again.

This time, her witch's ability was shown for the first time, and time was stopped.

If you want to say what other obsessions Amy has in her life, it is to play with Sig's gun again.

With a click, the silver spear was removed from Sig's waist.

Amy held Sig's gun in her arms. As soon as she approached her chest, she immediately felt the cold air from the cold barrel.

The cold air entered the blood along the neck, and the heart stopped twice. Amy's fingers forced slightly.

Clap-pop-pop-

Bullets of all colors fell to the ground one by one.

The white fingers pinched the dropped bullet. Amy distinguished that the copper shell was an ordinary bullet, and the silver patterned shell was a witch-hunting bullet.

Those powerful silver bullets shine in the sun. It is said that as long as they are hit, they can make the runaway witch unable to escape. But at this time, the witch-hunting bullets engraved with complex patterns collided together, rattled, and was repeatedly pinched by Amy.

Sige, who had sluggish eyes, looked at how she was playing on the opposite side and did not respond.

"Steal one, Sig should not find out, right?" Amy muttered.

She held the empty gun and put it on Sig's forehead like a prank, and her chestnut hair was vigorously moved by the muzzle of the black hole.

When he had enough to play, Amy slowly reset the bullets and thought about it. He still returned the gun and all the bullets to Sig.

The gun was hung back on Sig's waist. She pressed it so that the gun was close to him, and the position was the same as before.

Amy returned to her original position.

Release the still time.

Sig continued to move forward without notice.

Amy followed him. As soon as she entered the villa, she heard Margaret, the maid, ask Sig if she needed to prepare food.

"No, let's use it together at night," Sig's pace was still fast, standing on the stairs to the second floor. He suddenly looked back at Amy, "I'm going to rest. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

After saying that, he turned his head and went to the second floor.

Amy stuck out her tongue at the head maid, and the head maid shook her head at her.

Sige's last sentence was obviously not said to the head maid, but to Amy.

Each floor of this five-story villa is not large, only the size of three or four rooms.

Amy sleeps on the third floor. In addition to the bedroom, there is also a study and a small living room for her to party with several little sisters who have a good relationship in the college.

She and Sige upstairs and downstairs.

When she was a child, she didn't understand the architectural quality and sound insulation effect of the late 19th century, and she liked to jump around in the room.

It was not until one day that Sig's friend came to borrow, and the voice was louder that she knew how noisy she was.

Sig is always quiet.

Many times I can't feel his existence.

I don't know what Sige will do when she is alone. Will she be like herself, changing one dress after another, standing in front of the mirror and giggling.

Or roll on the bed and read romance novels with a soft pillow to see how the great witch hunter killed the evil witch and protected his beloved girl.

But now she has become a witch villain that everyone wants to defeat, and the witch hunter Sig doesn't know yet.

She said to herself: Amy, the unlucky one.

"Miss Amy, it's afternoon tea time. Do you want some crepes and small cakes?" The maid Margaret asked.

"Thank you, Margaret, add some maple sugar." Amy thought for a tim and called Margaret again, asking for the juice to be replaced with hot chocolate.

After having afternoon tea, Amy took the remaining white cherry cake and went to the second floor for a walk.

When I went downstairs, the sun had already set, and only a little golden light was left.

When Sig woke up, the maid prepared dinner. Amy had a lot of afternoon tea and was not hungry, but she still stuffed a few pieces of grilled venison.

Without paying attention, she was supported, and there were more things on her mind. After dinner, she was bloated and uncomfortable.

As soon as she covered her stomach, Sig immediately looked at her.

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and lifted it between his elbows. "The desire is too big, which is not a good thing."

Amy, who was ridiculed, was indifferent.

The head maid Margaret explained to Amy, "It's my problem. The afternoon tea preparation is too rich, and the latter should be streamlined."

Sig frowned and looked unhappy. He said, "It's none of your business. Go down first, Margaret. I'll talk to Amy alone."

Margaret left the restaurant for Amy and Sig.

Amy had a stomachache, but she was so angry that she wanted to laugh.

Why is she so lustful? Why is her desire so big?

If she really had a super-infinite desire to transcend the world, she would have withdrawn from her fiance named Darren and snatched your Sige.

Amy calmly retorted: "The weaker the body, the stronger the desire - Rousseau."

Sig shrugged his shoulders: "Simple desire, simple purpose, complex desire, complex purpose - Plato."

A snow-white napkin was picked up and pressed on the corner of Sig's lips. Sig's eyes turned to Amy, as if to penetrate her.

"What kind of desire do you have, my delicate Amy?" He asked.

Amy was stunned.

The two had a lot of quarrels in the past, but Sig never quarreled with her when she was uncomfortable.

As long as she is a little sick and asks for any request, Sige will follow her.

The only reason why he is so sinister may be--

Amy stood up, pressed her stomach with one hand, and complained loudly, "Didn't I just enter your room? I used to enter three times a day.

Sig threw down the white napkin, picked up the wine glass and shook it.

The fragrance of wine overflows.

Sige said in a calm tone: "But you won't come into my room before when I'm not wearing clothes."

Amy lowered her head, recalling everything she saw in the Sig room in the afternoon.

She was a little guilty, but Amy said forcefully: "You have a habit of sleeping naked. If you don't say it earlier, how can I know if you don't say it?"

Sig drank the wine in the glass, and the red juice went into his throat. He rolled his throat and swallowed it.

"I'm sleeping naked in my room and in my quilt. Why can I see you?" After a pause, Sig said slowly, "What if you don't lift my quilt?"