Lilith has never felt that being a "witch" is a shameful thing. On the contrary, her past, present and future will all be proud of this identity.
In the past, raging fire climbed over the witch's body, stigmatizing the witch's injustice, and Lilith hid in the basement full of dirt.
"Mother, listening to your cry, I feel like my heart is being cut by a knife."
"I want revenge, revenge, revenge."
Now, Lilith pulled down Celine's hood, turned her back to her apprentice, and cast a brilliant magic.
"Teacher, I want to learn this!"
"Okay, okay, let's get rid of the old Duni thief's lair first and then I'll teach you."
In the future, Lilith and the skull that has been with her for more than thirty years sit on the top of a mountain and watch the sunset.
"Vincent, I remembered my mother's cry that day again."
"She's definitely glad you made it this far."
After hearing this, Lilith was just silent. The silence took away the sadness and longing.
Personal setting, vernacular, short story, 2,000 words per day.
CP is Vincent, which is the skull.
Purpose: Have a spirit of resistance