On the First Seven Days of Her Life, I Killed Her Aunt

Seriously injured and on the verge of death, I was saved by a little fool. She was like a ray of sunshine, shining into the rest of my dark life. I vowed to take her far away after I recovered from the injury. But before that day came, she died in my arms without closing her eyes, still mumbling about the unfinished work. I dressed up as her and returned to that "home" and found her sleeping in a pig pen and not having enough to eat. She loved to be clean and always left the best things to me, but she lived a life worse than a pig or a dog. During the first seven nights, I killed her aunt and her man. However, a hunter holding the master's unique longbow appeared on the scene. He told me that the master was involved in a shocking witchcraft conspiracy - someone wanted to collect treasures, practice poison skills, and bring trouble to the world. … Gratitudes and grudges were intertwined, and I embarked on the road to find a teacher with the little "black heart" left by my enemies. The road ahead is filled with mist. Is my old friend, who was like a teacher and father, a savior or the operator of another scam?