System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 93: I Am the Witch They Speak Of


Lynn's gaze shifted, looking to his side.

There, Old John was staring at him with wide eyes, full of mystery.

Lynn furrowed his brow and asked in return, "What darkness?"

Red also stared straight at the old man in front of him, his right hand always resting on the scimitar's hilt.

Previously, when Old John's hands glowed to revive Gavin, it left Red uneasy.

Old John, without any hesitation, began to speak.

"Master Lynn, a little mouse has entered your territory... She contains dark power within her!"

"Although... she is still somewhat weak now, given time, she could destroy everything!"

"She will also become a source of calamity!"

Lynn furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice, "Old John, I don't like riddles."

Red instantly tightened his grip on the scimitar he held.

Sensing the impatience in Master Lynn's words, Old John began to explain.

"Master Lynn, a witch has entered your territory..."

As he spoke, Old John's gaze scanned around the area.

He continued, "Although the aura is very weak, Old John truly felt it..."

Lynn's brow slightly furrowed.

A witch?

Instantly, a person came to his mind!

Audessy.

The latest batch of slaves was brought by Grayson's sister, Audessy.

They came from the southern war of the Portlands Empire!

Lynn originally thought that this battlefield was merely a diversion created by the Emperor of Portlands Empire.

But it turned out to be real?

A powerful witch not only possesses the ability to control elements but can also use magic items, and even create some fear-inducing magic items.

For an empire, the appearance of an unsolvable witch would be catastrophic.

Lynn looked at Old John and said in a deep voice, "Can you quickly find this witch?"

Old John shook his head, "Sorry, Master Lynn, I cannot find her... Although I have a keen sense for the aura of darkness."

"But that dark aura is too weak now!"

Lynn nodded and said, "I understand."

After informing Master Lynn of what he knew, Old John then bowed and withdrew.

He didn't need Master Lynn's reward.

Because, after living here for a while, Old John had already decided to spend all his future time on this land.

Lynn's gaze also swept across the area ahead.

There, silhouettes were strolling around the village.

The village now had a population of fifteen hundred, and coupled with it being nighttime.

Lynn couldn't possibly gather everyone now for a search.

Compared to searching for the witch, Lynn was more concerned with completing the construction of the walls at the mountain forest passageway as quickly as possible.

The key is.

Given the living conditions the village provided to the villagers, three meals a day, with meat at each meal, they could eat their fill.

Even if there is a witch, she certainly wouldn't destroy this place.

A witch... is also human and needs to eat and drink.

...

The night grew darker.

The villagers wandering around returned to their respective wooden huts, enjoying the peaceful evening.

A short silhouette slowly walked through the dark shadow of the village under the night.

Some guards patrolling the village passed by, completely unaware of the silhouette's existence.

Even walking past it a few meters away, they didn't notice anything.

Only after the four guards left did the silhouette emerge from the darkness.

Faintly, it could be seen that she was a young, tender girl.

Wearing a simple and thin linen dress, and shoes made of yellowed, tattered cloth.

Beneath hair as messy as a bird's nest was a nervous face.

Perhaps to disguise herself, her face was smeared with streaks of black ash.

Obviously due to prolonged hunger and malnutrition, the girl's body was thin and frail...

Despite this, the girl's eyes were filled with brightness!

Under this black night, they were like a pair of bright moons in the darkness.

The girl scanned her surroundings, determined the direction, and quickly made her way towards a wooden hut nearby.

As she arrived at the hut's door, the wooden door creaked open.

Inside, a middle-aged woman immediately pulled the girl into the hut.

She glanced around the inside of the hut.

In the next moment.

The wooden door closed with a creak.

Looking at the burning red embers and feeling the comfortable warmth inside the hut.

The girl finally loosened the tight embrace of her arms around herself.

The middle-aged woman looked at the girl, asking her.

"Sienna, no one saw you come, right?"

Being called Sienna, the girl quickly shook her head but remained silent.

Seeing Sienna's nervous expression, Mara sighed inwardly and reached out to smooth Sienna's hair.

This was an attempt to tidy Sienna's messy hair.

Mara smiled slightly and said, "The reason Aunt lives separately from you is to divert others' attention."

"You know, Sienna, your identity is somewhat special..."

Sienna quickly nodded, "Aunt, I know, it's all for my own good!"

"Just like when Mother told me to hide in the cellar before, it was all for my own good..."

Upon hearing this, Mara's heart ached sharply.

Sienna's mother sacrificed her life to lure away the cavalry that invaded the village to protect Sienna...

Not only Sienna's mother, but her own mother and all the villagers of the village were killed beneath the cavalry's lances!

The village's more than three hundred souls were completely slaughtered.

Except for Sienna, no one survived.

Thinking about it.

Mara made a move to hug Sienna tightly.

Her voice was trembling, "It's okay, it's okay."

Sienna struggled out from Mara's clothes, asking with curiosity.

"Aunt Mara, did Father, Mother, and the villagers die because of me?"

Mara's body suddenly stiffened, and she quickly refuted, "Of course not! How could you think that?"

Sienna explained with some confusion, "But..."

"I can hide in the darkness, and even if they stand before me, they can't see me."

"I can attract those little creatures, and even understand their words..."

"I am what they call a witch!"

Mara hastily said, "Even if that's the case, it's not your fault, understand?"

Though Sienna didn't speak, Mara could still see deep fear in her eyes.

Sienna hesitated a bit, "Aunt, can I sleep with you tonight? Every time I close my eyes, those hateful eyes keep staring at me..."

"I'm... I'm a bit scared!"

Mara held Sienna more tightly in her arms.

"Alright, we'll sleep together tonight! Together!"

Mara's eyes started to glisten with tears.

Sienna was just eight years old now.

Yet she had witnessed piles of bodies, and rivers of blood red as crimson...

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