"Crack~"
The sound of crumbling stone came slowly from the dimly lit laboratory.
The two men standing at the entrance saw that the stone statue in the room slowly broke free of its bonds and stood up, the charred and blackened stone constantly falling from its body.
Witcher finally finishes enduring the transformation of the magic potion and awakens to consciousness.
Evelea clasped her hands together and watched with dawn interest as the warlock around her fell away.
"Honey, you're awake!"
The arm from which the stone fell off slowly lifted up to catch the figure that leapt over, and then a pair of pupils with red light flowing through them opened up, just like the red star under the slow silence in the starry sky.
"What time is it?"
"January 2nd, it's New Year's already oh~" the witch wiggled her feet a little.
The eyes, which were slowly gathering their red light, soon returned to their usual dark, shadowy, gaze, somewhat blank, empty, as well as mournful.
"Did it take that long this time?"
Eleazar slowly sank his gaze, "Come on, we're going up."
After returning to the ground and cleaning the rocks off his body, he came to the table and ate slowly.
Evelea propped her chin up and eyed him.
"You've become like something different."
"Well, I remember it all, that memory they sealed away..."
As he ate, his eyes were transfixed.
"Mom, Aunt Faye, Sister Moon, and everyone, everyone, the blessings they inflicted on me before they left, kept me alive through the curse..."
"We are all just vessels, tools for those who cultivate material..."
Eleazar slowly squeezes the bread into a small ball and eases it into his mouth.
"Shadow Council ..."
Even remembering things from when he was that young, the memory of the warlock transferring the curse to him must have returned as well.
The witch, who had managed to make a big death, laughed dryly and looked back across the street at the still-lit tailor's store.
Witcher now had an amazingly murderous intent about him that kept her from approaching at all.
The next day, the witch rushed to find the warlock.
"It's all your fault, hurry up and go get him back to normal!"
Fina settled down, "Where is he?"
"Went out early in the morning, like to the south side of town?"
"Oh, I see, it's the cemetery..."
...
Kneeling in front of both of his parents' tombstones, Eleazar bowed his head, unsure of what he was contemplating.
After a long time of mourning, he inclined his head slightly when he sensed a wave of evil energy and the power of fate behind him.
Fina stood a short distance away and hesitated until she was pushed hard and forcefully by the witch.
"So the spell fluctuation that I sensed before was you all along..."
Eleazar stood up and looked at the figure walking slowly over to him with his head down.
The murderous intent that spewed out began to slowly incinerate his entire body...
His face quickly filled with struggle and pain, his palms constantly clenching and unclenching as if he was trying his best to hold back something.
The approaching figure stopped, as if it didn't want them to endure this ordeal any longer.
Eleazar jerked his head up, stepped forward, pressed down on the figure that just wanted to run away, wrenched her body over, gripped those cold, delicate hands tightly for a moment, and said slowly, with an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh:
"Let's Get Married ..."
Fina stared at him blankly for a moment, then slowly hung her head again.
"Uh..."
From afar, the witch was dumbfounded on the spot, her hair stood up in anger, and she immediately rushed over to separate the two.
"No way! I object!"