The Villain Changed the Ending

097 Don’t mention that name carelessly

***[Artist Investigator]***

The one who knows the curse best in this world is a priest or a witch.

However, not all priests knew about the curse.

As priests attend and study gods, only some priests encounter curses.

Occasionally, it will directly intervene in events related to the curse, but you will know it mainly as an academic.

Anyway, if you want to find out about the curse through the temple, you have to ask from now on.

It takes a lot of time just to find out who is most versed in curses, what kind of curses they know, and just finding the right person.

A witch, on the other hand, usually learns from a teacher or learns by rolling over in actual combat.

In some cases, there were people who were cursed in battles between witches, and became familiar with curses because of it.

It is the story of the witch he visits right now.

Although he lives in a very remote and harsh place, he knows no one who knows the curse better than she.

“But why did the road look like this!”

The investigator muttered involuntarily.

Although it was already quite a long time ago, the place where the witch originally lived must have been at the edge of the forest about an hour from the village.

Witches also have to eat and live, and of course they need clothes and shoes to wear.

The same goes for the witch who lives here.

They made and sold medicines to the villagers, and sometimes greeted guests from far away and interacted with outsiders to some extent.

Because of that, the road leading from the village to the forest was about one wagon.

But now, there were only traces left that were as thin as the trail of a beast.

‘Maybe he died.’

The investigator met her when she was young.

Guided by her father, she was told that this was the house of a witch famous for curses and potions, and to remember this road well.

Even after that, his father brought him here several times.

Maybe what my father was doing at that time was related to witches or curses.

It is very rare to meet a witch, and since he is a son who will work as an investigator anyway, he must have thought it would be good to let him meet.

Even then, the witch was already a very old person, and her face was lined with wrinkles, making it impossible to guess her age.

“What can I do?”

It never occurred to me that the witch might be dead.

The impression of the witch I saw when I was young was so strong that I probably thought of it as an existence that was completely separated from humans without being aware of it.

This place is very far from the slave house.

There wasn’t even a regular carriage, so it took quite a while to get here.

Of course, I didn’t just play around, but I came here while investigating other things.

“Wow, that’s a big deal.”

To go back and look elsewhere…

Come to think of it, it was a really big deal.

I wasted too much time

Besides, as far as he knew, this witch was the best at curses.

Curse itself is foreign to this world.

Few.

Ordinary people live and die without a chance to see the curse once in their lifetime.

Because of that, the number of people who knew about the curse was really about the number of snot, and it was difficult for the priest who learned the curse through text to determine which one was a curse and which one just happened rarely.

This witch is a person who has been interested in all sorts of things to find and study in order to lift the curse on her, so she must be the most proficient in curses among people alive.

“I only believed in this witch and came here.”

It was when I suddenly muttered while looking at the branches and grass that came out endlessly.

Suddenly, someone’s voice rang from behind.

“You dare to visit a witch, do you want to be cursed and die?”

“Wow!”

I turned around in surprise, and there stood a man wearing a black cloak that was deeply pressed down from his head.

it’s a witch

The same witch she had seen a long time ago was standing there after decades of time.

same.

Of course, I can only see half of my face.

The witch held a basket of herbs in one arm and a staff in the other.

The witch spoke again in an eerie voice.

“How long are you going to stand like that in front of my house?”

“…”

Where is your house?

Confused, I looked around, but I couldn’t see anything like a house.

Branches and grasses and vines that grew tall enough to surpass the waist, huh? vine?

Involuntarily, I opened my mouth and looked at a vine a little further away.

I could see through the branches that the vines twisted and coiled around the gigantic body.

“Is that… home…?”

It’s hard to see because of the tree branches, but if you think about it that way, it seems to be the shape of a house.

The vines make it look even bigger, but yeah, at least it didn’t look like it was climbing trees.

And it’s probably the same road, the house that came here before.

It’s a little far to the vine house, but there’s only one small trail like a beast’s path, so it’s clear that you’re blocking it.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was a house. But why did it change like that? It was fine the last time I came.”

“…”

The witch leaned out a little and looked at him quietly.

It’s like checking to see if you’ve ever met someone.

The investigator pushed his face out a little so he could see himself and smiled.

“I met him a long time ago. When I was six or seven years old, I came a few times as the son of a ducal inspector.”

“ah.”

I seem to remember

The witch nodded.

“The guy who peed after seeing a frog. I had no choice but to wash and dry it.”

“…”

Yes, the witch certainly seems to remember him.

But wouldn’t it be too much to say that?

Now he is already a father and husband of a woman, and he also has the position of first-class investigator.

Well, regardless of whether it’s a first-class or second-class inspector, it’s a job where everyone runs on their own feet.

The point is that he has become a grown adult, a middle-aged man who has aged quite a bit.

Is there any need to reveal the dark history of childhood to such a person?

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Just look inside and say it’s him.

Witches lack human delicacy.

Whether or not she knew the investigator’s feelings, the witch took the lead with a grin.

“Anyway, let’s go home. Seeing as you’ve come this far, it’s unlikely that you’re gathering herbs, and you’re sure to have come to visit me. Your father owes a lot to you in many ways, so I’ll help you with anything I can.”

“thank you.”

Anyway, the witch’s face doesn’t seem to have changed at all.

The face of the witch I remembered was wrinkled upon wrinkle, and the whole face seemed to be made of thin lines, but it is still the same.

There may have been more wrinkles, no, I don’t think there was an area on the face where wrinkles could have increased.

Perhaps, as rumors say, witches live forever without aging.

‘Isn’t the fact that the witch is still alive as proof?’

Decades have already passed, but it is still the same, so witches may indeed be out of human control.

The witch’s house was wrapped in vines all the way to the windows.

It seems that the vines at the door were barely cut with something like an axe.

The twigs were severely torn off.

“But why did the house become like this? I haven’t been here for a long time, but it seems abnormal that the vines have grown this far. Besides, it seems that the road to and from the village has almost disappeared.”

The witch laughed as she took off the hood of her cloak.

“Ah, it happened like this while experimenting with medicine. The grass grows too well. Suddenly, the road was covered with grass, so people who came were scared and stopped coming, so the road was covered with more grass, well, that’s how it happened.”

hmm?

do you grow grass?

Do you think that something will be ok?

The investigator involuntarily looked at the witch and asked.

“Do you still have that medicine? If you don’t mind, please sell it to our dukedom.”

“Ha ha ha. You look just like my father. Your father said something similar as soon as he saw me.”

What was so funny, the witch laughed for a moment holding her stomach, then pointed to a chair.

“Sit down first. Is your father all right?”

“Yes, he’s still working as an inspector, though he can’t travel far abroad anymore.”

My father withdrew from the front line, where he practically ran with his feet.

Currently, I was assigned tasks to investigators, and I was doing the work of selecting and ordering important things from the reports that were uploaded, or things to be investigated further.

In a word, it is the level of responsibility.

It was his father who assigned him this job.

My father often makes melancholy noises about being an old man in the back room, but in reality he seems quite amused.

Because he has worked in his current job for a long time, he knows where the useless money is leaking, and he is trying to cut costs following the Duke.

As a result, he is occasionally criticized by his colleagues for being gloomy.

Do you know how tight money has become because of your father?

But isn’t it a bad guy who wants to spend the original owner’s money on a spree?

My father and superiors also block unnecessary expenses, but they encourage me to spend generously where I really need to spend them.

Rather, it made work easier.

Well, even the complainers aren’t serious.

Those who really thought and complained that way were gradually pushed out or fired.

While I was thinking about it, the witch took off her cloak and set the wine and food on the table.

“If you’ve walked all the way here, you must be quite hungry. I don’t know if it’ll fit in your mouth, but try some.”

“Thank you. I was really hungry.”

The food was mostly plant stems from the mountains, but the taste was surprisingly good.

Grab a drink and slowly tell the story.

“I went to a slave house not too long ago and witnessed something strange. I came here to ask because it seemed like a curse.”

“Hmm, what were your symptoms?”

“That’s it.”

The investigator recounted the events from the time he met the slave in order.

“At first, the lips were lifted up. It turned upside down like this. Then I saw the teeth move slightly. Maybe the gums were twisted, too. I don’t know exactly.”

Behind it was the nose.

The next thing that caught the investigator’s eye was a finger.

Fingers twisted one by one and bones were broken.

However, it does not stop and continues to twist.

As if following the twist of the fingers, the entire arm began to twist afterward.

legs behind it.

Even the screaming tongue goes round and round as if drawing a spiral…

Even thinking about it now makes me afraid.

When the slave next to him said he killed himself after seeing it, the witch who was listening quietly asked,

“What was the first thing the man said?”

“faith.”

The man tried to continue talking, but I couldn’t hear what he said after that.

From the moment he spoke, his body probably started to twist.

“But he kept trying to say something. I thought it was a sacrifice from the gods. Not quite, of course.”

The witch nodded a few times and said.

“It’s the curse of the maxim.”

“… the curse of the proverb.”

It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.

“It’s a curse that cannot be wrought by human power. It’s a gift from God.”

The moment the words forbidden by the gods are spoken, the curse is activated.

“Humans can create similar curses if they’re very talented. They can be imitated. But there are distinct differences.”

The curse of a maxim created by humans can be expressed in other words as long as it is not spoken out.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a picture, a letter, or an action.

If not verbally, you could tell the other person what was forbidden.

But a curse from God is different.

God’s curse could not be communicated not only through words, but also through letters and pictures.

The curse is activated from the moment you take action to inform others.

“The difference is other than that. Humans can only curse one person at most. But a god can curse dozens or even thousands of people at once.”

Few human beings themselves can cast the curse of the proverb.

However, if the first word spoken by the cursed person is God, the possibility is infinitely inclined towards the curse of God.

“The person who tried to talk to you, and the person next to you, would have known what it would be like if you spoke. You must have seen someone.”

The witch took a small breath and looked at the inspector’s face.

“Didn’t you say he kept saying something through the pain? Just looking at that, I can tell. If I hadn’t known anything about the curse, I’d have stopped trying to tell you the moment the pain came over me.”

That’s right.

The slave who died at that time obviously wanted to convey something to the inspector.

At the time, I thought it was because of the promise to let me out of the slave house, but hearing the witch’s words now, it might have been different.

“This is speculation, but I think the person who took his own life was probably cursed.”

“…”

“People don’t kill themselves simply because they’re frightened. If there are people like that, it’s probably because they’re afraid it might happen to them too. Or they’re just too tired of that fear.”

That’s what the investigators thought too.

But when I heard it from someone else, I got chills.

A country cursed by God, ruined by rats and pests…

the investigator asked abruptly.

“Does the Goddess of Blessings also curse?”

“well.”

The witch thought for a moment and then shook her head.

“It might be possible to place a curse on it. How can we humans know what a god is doing? But until now, I’ve never heard of a goddess casting a curse like that.”

“Then what god would cast such a curse?”

“As far as I know, there is only one god that can cast such a curse.”

The witch raised her finger and pressed her lips lightly, then dipped it in alcohol and drew a small picture on the table.

stars and moon.

These are things that can only be seen when the sky is dark.

said the witch in a low voice.

“Don’t take that name out of your mouth.”

The investigator swallowed.

sh*t! All in all, that god intervened.

***[Heroine Oscar]***

The world turned white.

The rhinoceros magic beast Puu was excited.

He ran around, making big footprints here and there.

It’s not about the duke’s mansion.

On the way to the royal road, he was running in the middle of a procession consisting of numerous soldiers, guards, and wagons.

I let out a small sigh.

‘I’m sure I left it at home, but why am I stuck in this procession?’

When did you come after me?

I sighed again when I suddenly saw Katrin’s ass.

Katrin was in the large wagon for the couple, looking at Pooh through the window.

But for some reason, my butt doesn’t stay up and down.

The skirt rustled and continued to move.

Maybe he wants to go out and run.

He has a dignified face, but he seems to be able to see through his skirt that his hips are moving from excitement.

‘It can’t be helped.’

I laughed lightly.

After running the wagon for three or four hours, I take a short break.

This time I was resting a little more often because I met snow.

‘Because it coincides with break time.’

As I thought so, I met eyes with the person in charge of the convoy over Catherine’s head.

The head of the convoy smiled and bowed his head slightly.

After a while, the procession stops.

“Catherine.”

When I opened the carriage door and held out my hand, Katrin gave a wide smile of excitement.