The first time I saw that child, he was sitting in the blood of the undead, smiling at me, his eyes clear.
I shortened my body and raised the knife towards him, but he chuckled and fell into my arms, hugging my neck tightly.
My master is right, I am not suitable to be a witch.
When he passed away, his old face was full of worry for me. He said, "You are too soft-hearted. The undead are the best at taking advantage of people's sympathy."
I am obviously a witch who kills undead, but I raise an undead.
The child grows up day by day and becomes more beautiful every day.
But he doesn't seem to like humans.
He always gave a disturbed and very displeased look to people who came to our place. In his eyes, human beings do not seem to be equal to him.
Facing my question, he smiled, his overly handsome face carrying the magic power to confuse humans.
His eyes were clear, pure and innocent, and he said, "How could it be? I obviously like you the most."
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