134 An empire can be defeated with a witch
The snowy ground freezes everything. Anything that touches it remains intact and unchanged.
The Witch of the West did not open her window throughout the march.
Even though she is blind, she sometimes sees things through the crow. Sometimes it was intentional, sometimes it was unwanted, but a strange image forced its way through her darkness.
It is rarely a clear picture. I saw a jumbled, distorted image that was slightly different from reality.
If you see that it looks completely different from when you groped with your hands, you probably do.
Since she was born and has never seen anything under the light, it is impossible to tell by what she sees.
All I can tell is that it is miserable. The body of a dying man, protruding intestines, perhaps traces of blood that people say is red, I thought.
The closer the crow’s video was to her, the closer it became to reality. Add a more detailed description and put it in front of you.
I thought I would go crazy if I added sound to it.
The faint sound of a child’s cry, a woman’s scream, a man’s grievous shout, and the voices of soldiers laughing gahahahahaha.
Everyone gnawed at her spirit.
Sitting crouched on the floor, the Witch of the West covered her ears with both hands. Still, someone’s scream was heard.
After leaving Watoringu and entering Montes, the Kingdom of Crete passed through several small villages. Unlike Watoringu, the village had little food and people.
As if to vent the resentment they had received in Watoring, the Kingdom of Crete acted harshly.
He set the village on fire and brought the people who lived there. Of course they don’t give you anything to eat. He dragged the people of Dicoquaria around just to harass them.
It wasn’t just the women who brought it. Men and even children were pushed by the tip of the sharp spear, and when their strength ran out, they fell to the cold ground and died.
A fallen corpse hardens and remains in place. The crow’s yellow eyes did not rot, and he occasionally caught corpses with their eyes wide open.
‘I think I’m going to vomit.’
Inside the space of the small carriage, the Witch of the West groped and pulled a small wooden barrel in the corner. She hugs the wooden barrel to her chest and spits out the liquid that regurgitates in it. A sour smell stung my nostrils.
Life on Earth, which I hardly remember now, was a little missed at times like this.
‘…’
People’s voices were heard through the windows all day. If you listen quietly in the house, you can pick up even the smallest sound. The Witch of the West looked into their lives through the sound.
There were the sweet whispers of a lover and the voice of a mother scolding her child. In the early morning, convenience store customers often lay down while drinking in front of the store.
Sometimes there were rough sounds of fighting people, but it was a peaceful world with no bloody battlefields anywhere.
At the time, I didn’t know that everyday life was so blessed. It was only when I came here that I realized that a daily life in which nothing happens is a happy thing.
I don’t want to go back there. I just thought of it occasionally, when I was tired of the days without Sijo. I sometimes miss the quiet daily life.
‘don’t cry. You can’t cry. Then it becomes weak.’
Weakness in this world is the end. The Witch of the West caught her breath with her face half buried in the barrel. You shouldn’t let anyone know that you cried.
After doing so for a while, someone knocked on the carriage door.
“Witch of the West, I want to get help for a successful attack by tomorrow, is that okay?”
The Witch of the West wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. After clearing his throat so that no sound mixed with crying came out, he opened his mouth.
“Tomorrow, yes. Got it.”
“Thank you. I’ll bring you dinner in a little while.”
“all right.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”
William’s footsteps recede.
I didn’t know it at first, but maybe that person was making loud footsteps on purpose. Sometimes it would come close without making a sound, and sometimes it would move with very loud footsteps.
Thinking that he was telling his location for the sake of the invisible girl, he felt a bit grateful.
The Witch of the West raised her head into the air and called her birds in the distance.
‘Come back, now come back to me. Stop your work for a while and come to me.’
It takes time for her voice to reach the crow. The Witch of the West continued to call her bird into her heart.
Tired of singing like that for a long time, I leaned back in the carriage chair. Calling a bird takes a lot of power. My head hurt from exerting all my strength at once.
When I closed my eyes, I could hear the person’s voice. It was a soft, friendly voice that reassured her.
but it’s fake It’s a fake that my brain creates because I miss it so much.
His voice hadn’t been heard in over a thousand years. At first I remembered everything he said, but now it’s all scattered into oblivion and I can only recall a few.
‘I want to hear your voice. I want to hear his voice.’
Tears rolled down my cheeks again and again.
Late at night, when she couldn’t sleep, Sijo would stroke her hair and tell her a story.
Cinderella, Dumbo the baby elephant, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, these are fairy tale-like stories.
That person fell into this world when he was a child in middle school, and said that was all he had to tell. That’s about all that comes to mind among things on Earth. But that was better.
The voice of an old man telling a young lady a fairy tale that would only be told to a young girl was peace itself to the Witch of the West.
‘When can we meet?’
Sometimes I choked him and touched his face. Tears came out when I felt the wrinkles engraved on my fingertips as much as the years I had lived.
Oh, this man will leave me and leave this world.
Every time I thought about it, I felt like I was floating alone in the open sea.
And now I’m really alone
“…”
The Witch of the West straightened her body.
it’s ok, i can do it
The magic power of the emperor of the empire still remains. Retrieve everything you poured on him, and go find the dragon and Dumbo. This time, let’s pour out our own magic power as well. Let’s think this is the last time and throw everything and call that person. Even if you don’t have the power of a witch, it’s okay if that person comes as a normal person with no power.
‘I want to meet you.’
Okay. This time, you can definitely succeed.
Even if I made up my mind, I couldn’t overcome the longing and lonely feeling. His head fell to the floor by itself.
‘sorry. I know this is wrong. But, I still want to meet you. sorry.’
Tears fell drop by drop and wet the back of my hand.
*
The next morning, William gaped at the carriage.
what happened all night The whole area around the wagon is pitch black. Crows filled the whole world. It seems to be many times more than what the witch had so far.
The soldiers were also looking at them from a distance and whispering. Everyone was afraid of witches.
If the whole world is covered with black birds, well, it would be natural.
William trembled involuntarily at the sight of the crow staring at people with wide eyes.
‘It would have been less if it had been a pretty bird rather than a crow. Pigeons, parrots, things like that.’
Why is it a crow? ominously.
The witch came out of the wagon as soon as William went to pick her up. It seems that he was already preparing. When the king put on the thick coat he had prepared, he said thank you in a small voice.
As before, it was the crow that guided her. A flock of black crows lined up in two lines, creating a long, narrow road.
Whenever the Witch of the West passed by, it cawed briefly, like a crow guiding the way. A crow was still sitting on the witch’s shoulder.
‘Is that the crow captain?’
William looked at the crow sitting on the witch’s shoulder. Maybe because of his thinking, he seems exceptionally smart. It occurred to me that perhaps that crow might hold all the secrets of witches’ spells.
The kingdom of Crete camped at a considerable distance from the castle. If you get too close, you will be attacked. Well, I can’t imagine fighting against such a large army in such a small castle.
Because of that, the witch had to walk for a long time. Seeing her stagger in the middle, I felt a little sorry. I should have pulled the wagon a little closer.
The procedure is similar when attacking a country or castle. The first thing I did was send a letter outlining the justification. We can’t stand it because you’ve done something wrong, and we’ll fight if there’s no proper answer until when.
Several such correspondences were exchanged in this castle as well. If the story goes well, they usually set up an appointment for a few days and a few hours, and both sides lead their soldiers to fight.
Seongju, who did not fight at all and stayed in the castle, was treated as a coward. It’s quite dishonorable, so they usually come out to fight.
However, no one will come out when there is no chance of winning. Disgrace or whatever, living first doesn’t change in the past or now.
The lord of this castle, as it was natural, decided to lock himself in and focus on defense.
If it had to be attacked with siege equipment, this castle might have passed. Although it is small, it was not an important castle that required a lot of time and effort.
But it’s perfect for testing the witch’s power.
‘But how do I make a road?’
With the crown prince, lord, and soldiers all watching, the witch hurriedly walked down the crow’s path. After walking for a while, she stopped and asked William.
“Which side should I make the road on?”
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Do you want to make it wherever you want? William dubiously pointed his hand at the front of the castle.
“Can you make it over there, towards the front door?”
“is it so.”
The witch did not look at William. It’s natural, but I keep forgetting that I can’t see.
“The main entrance is straight ahead from where the witch is, slightly to the right.”
The Witch of the West gave a thin smile as if she knew.
She turned to face the castle and spoke in a low voice.
“Birds, my birds, listen to me. Please use your bodies to make a path to the castle.”
After the Witch of the West finished speaking, the crows sitting on the ground flapped their wings one by one and soared into the air. It flies straight towards the castle.
The crows soon joined each other’s bodies and began to make a thick road. From the floor to that high wall, a road dyed black was laid.
A pale light was woven like a net over the bodies of the crows.
no one moved All I could hear was the sound of saliva dripping at the unrealistic sight unfolding in front of my eyes.
The same goes for the people watching from the castle. At first, even those who saw crows and called them witches were silent.
The Witch of the West turned to William and said.
“Hurry up. Twenty minutes at most. I can’t keep up any longer.”
Then my mind brightened. William yelled at the soldiers.
“Hurry up! The road will be cut off soon.”
But no one dared to step on the crow. Everyone looked hesitantly at the crow trail floating in the air.
The centurion, who was friendly with William, shouted at his men.
“What are you missing out on! If you don’t hurry, others will cross first and take all the good things. The one who goes first is the best!”
And first, I took my sword and ran toward the crow’s path.
“…”
Pretending to be strong, but William saw it. The centurion’s face was twitching thinly.
Huh, why would it be scary? It’s not just witches’ magic, it’s birds coming together to make a path. If a bird flies off in the middle, it falls and dies.
‘A cool guy.’
The centurion stepped up first, followed by his men. Even though dozens of heavy men climbed up and ran at once, the floor made of crows remained intact.
After seeing them climb and run, other soldiers and lords also started moving.
Soon, the crow road was filled with kingdom troops attacking the castle.
Panicking on the castle, he tries to pour a jar of hot water on it.
William’s heart skipped a beat.
However, the crows that did not make a path flew out and rushed at the enemy soldiers. Several crows plucked the eyes of an enemy soldier holding a hot barrel. Even from a distance, the horror of the scene was palpable.
William muttered involuntarily as he finally saw his allies crossing the wall.
“can win.”
With the witch’s help, not only Watlingu but also the Imperial Army might win.
‘oh my god.’
Unbeknownst to them, the Kingdom of Crete had the Goddess of Victory in their hands. It seems that the piggy king was right in the end.
