The Witch Hunter System - Chapter 845

Chapter 845: The Past (2)



Right after Summer snapped at the baby, the baby immediately went quiet, which surprised her.

"Oh? Could it be that you understand me?" Summer uttered before frowning, "You're not even one year old yet, but you understand me? It must be a coincidence..."

"However, on the off chance that you do understand me... What the hell took you so long to shut up? Are you purposely trying to make my life more miserable than it already is?"

"No... I shouldn't be talking like this... How could I vent my anger and frustration on a baby? I'm sorry, Young Master Varuna. I shouldn't have said such nasty things to you. None of this is your fault," Summer reflected on her mistake.

Alas, it was only a moment of clarity before her mind sunk into deeper darkness. The constant fear of anything brought out the worst in people.

"Wehhh..." the infant Varuna cried again as he felt hungry.

However, Summer did not accommodate his needs. The moment she heard his cry again, the nice side of her disappeared and was replaced by hostility again.

"And here I thought we could get along. Are you hungry? Well, guess what? I'm not going to feed you! Maybe if you shut up and give me peace of mind for some time, I might consider it."

"Otherwise, you can forget it. You might be a baby, but you are going to have to start learning the house rules today, you Little Demon," Summer spat.

However, baby Varuna did not become silent this time. Instead, he cried even louder.

In turn, Summer's despairing mood plummeted further. She responded to his cry by covering his mouth with a blanket.

Although she could still hear his cry, the volume had certainly died down a little.

"In times like this, I wish I had learned the sleeping spell," Summer thought but felt temporary relief and peace, nonetheless.

However, moments later, she suddenly regained her reason again and removed the blanket, fearing she had suffocated the baby to death.

She felt immediate relief upon seeing her Young Master Varuna's breathing, albeit very weak.

Although she believed her Lady was dead since she never received a single piece of news since her departure, she also feared if she was wrong.

What would her Lady do to her if she suddenly returned and saw how she treated her baby son?

Nevertheless, the supplies left behind by her Lady were dwindling. On the other hand, the mana stones remained untouched.

Although its value could support them for two dozen years, the condition was that she had to go out and buy more food supplies.

Unfortunately, the slums weren't a very peaceful place. The residents would do anything for money as long as there were rewards for their efforts.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

What would happen to her if there was a price for news related to her Lady and her? Would she be taken away and tortured for information?

She was still a relatively young witch and still in the prime of her life. Yet, she was wasting it away by hiding in such a dilapidated and abandoned house.

Why did she have to live like this? What wrong has she done? Was it also wrong to wish for a better life? Why must she accept such a situation?

Who could she blame for her present situation? Her Lady? Or the people or forces hunting her? Or maybe even the world itself?

Summer suddenly started feeding her Young Master Varuna baby formula milk, hoping to nurse back his health and energy.

Although it would be easier if he died, she also realized she couldn't let him die so easily. Otherwise, she wouldn't have anyone to vent her anger and frustration on.

forward.

At the very least, when the maidservant was still around, he was given mana stones to buy food supplies for them.

Now, he could only scavenge like the rest of the slum people.

In Valefor's memories, Vaan encountered countless instances of Valefor getting robbed by

other scavengers.

However, Valefor's hatred toward them was nothing compared to his hatred toward the young witches who would occasionally visit the slums and make a sport out of practicing their magic on homeless scavengers.

At the very least, the other scavengers only hurt others to survive. On the other hand, the

spoiled young witches tormented them for fun.

The hatred towards witches was nurtured since infancy.

Although Vaan knew they were his own memories of the past, he only felt like he was

observing someone else's memories.

Nevertheless, it was quite shocking to see what Valefor experienced. It was no wonder that he

held endless hatred and malice toward everything and everyone, with witches being at the top

of the list.

That was how a demon was made.

Vaan couldn't help but realize how foolish his thoughts were regarding countless scars on his

body from the neck downward.

Originally, he thought they were all caused by the lifestyle of the slums when, in reality, it

was mostly caused by a single person.

In Valefor's timeline, he never had any relationship with Lord Manfred and the brothel. Valefor had awakened the system two years earlier than Vaan.

Moreover, it was due to a fatal wound he suffered when the spoiled young witches played one

of their favorite slum sports - Hobo Hunting.

Funnily enough, the leader of the spoiled young witches was the same daughter of the City

Lord who he had killed in the present timeline, Isabelle.

The only difference was that he had killed her two years later than Valefor did.

However, it was also another important turning point in their lives.

After all, the death of Isabelle in Valefor's timeline pushed him into a life of constant running and fighting against the authorities of the Black Rose Kingdom.