Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The roars of a man and a woman came into Caroline's ears from different directions of the building.

Imminent!

Caroline hurried up to the attic and listened to the footsteps getting closer.

Coming from both sides.

behind the door.

A brilliant scene.

The candles on the floor were lit at some point, and in addition to the candlelight, the golden room was surrounded by layers of mirrors - something Mrs. Devereux never allowed in her home.

It’s too late…!

That's too late.

There is no escape...

Caroline searched her pocket and pulled out the spell with "Shelter" written on it.

Spell.

right…

She also has a spell.

She had weapons that could protect her from these two wizards.

'lime', 'sulphur', 'blood', 'hair';

"Supreme Protection Spell"

Taking out the chalk from her pocket, Caroline squatted in the candlelight and eagerly traced the picture on the floor: "Sulfur, sulfur, sulfur..." She rummaged through the jars around her, found the sulfur, and poured it on the ground; she cut a strand of hair with a knife and cut her finger.

The footsteps are getting closer...

"Circle...eyes...four, north, south, faster, faster..."

She was so focused that she didn't notice the footsteps approaching.

"my child."

Mixed with mud and rain, Mrs. Devereux quietly poked her head out from the attic: as she rose little by little, her expression became more and more terrifying.

"my child…"

Caroline was startled: "You can't touch me!!" She gestured with the ritual knife and waved the page of the "Supreme Protection Spell" in one hand at Mrs. Devereux.

"Look at this! You can't hurt me! The spell protects me! This is your talisman! It's mine now..."

"Really?" Mrs. Devereux smiled strangely, "Where did you get that talisman?"

"do you know?"

"Honey…"

"The diagram you drew was only to prevent you from escaping."

The candles around were burning brightly, and every mirror reflected Caroline's smudged makeup, scattered hair, and pale face.

Helpless eyes.

She tentatively stepped outward...

She can't.

"We've been waiting for you, Caroline..." Mrs. Devereux sighed.

"Wait until you believe it."

——If you don't believe in it, witchcraft can't hurt you.

tear up.

The needle landed on an old record that had been played countless times.

'God, the time has come...'

'From the dry dust of the chains that bind...'

Caroline screamed and swung the knife wildly: "I don't believe it! No! Don't come near me, I will kill you!" She was almost driven crazy.

"I do not believe!"

Mrs. Devereux approached a rolling floor mirror, gently pushed it forward with both hands, and looked at the struggling girl in the circle meaningfully: "No, you believe it."

'The flesh is weak...'

“I don’t believe it—!”

'The soul is free...'

"That's not true! I don't…"

Caroline's vision began to blur, and each mirror began to quickly absorb the colors of the real world - her world became gray, and the mirror facing her, which was full-length and slowly pushed by Mrs. Devereux, reflected...herself?

No, it's a...

Little white girl...

Where had she seen...her?

Where, where, where…photo?

No...I don't believe it. I don't believe it. No, no...

Mrs. Devereux suddenly pushed the mirror hard!

The figure made of gray mist stood quietly in the mirror and rushed towards Caroline!

Snap…

Glass shattered all over the floor.

The candles went out, and the wooden dressing mirror broke in the middle, crushing Caroline underneath with the glass fragments.

After a long time...

Caroline opened her eyes, pushed the mirror open with difficulty, stood up, and when she passed the unconscious Mrs. Devereux, she picked up the cigarette box that had fallen on the ground from her.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Snapped.

ignite.

Swallow...

call--

Luke seemed to wait a long time.

"Cecil? Are you okay?"

"It's fine now. Jasfi."

"She's tougher than the lawyer, huh?"

Caroline pursed her lips: "It's getting harder and harder every time."

Chapter 9 Newcomer in Town

"Cecil? Are you okay?"

"It's fine now. Jasfi."

"She's tougher than the lawyer, huh?"

Caroline pursed her lips: "It's getting harder and harder." She stood in front of the mirror, scratched her hair a few times, and curved her curves: "I told you, this time I want to change to a black person, or someone younger."

Luke hugged her tenderly from behind, "We don't have enough time, so this is the only way. Next time? I think you are beautiful now. More beautiful than Violet Devereux."

"We'll get used to it. It's always been like this."

During the conversation, 'Mrs. Devereux' also woke up.

Caroline took the white "drug" handed over by Luke, looked down at the woman lying on the ground, touching her cheek in disbelief: "No one understands sacrifice." She murmured while holding a cigarette: "Sometimes, it's more of an exchange..."

"let me out…"

"Please…"

"I will take good care of your body, Caroline." She smiled and straightened Mrs. Devereux's head and poured the cup of white liquid into her mouth.

Get up.

"You said there's a new guy in town recently?"

"I saw it when I came here." Luke rubbed his neck and thought for a while, "It seems to be a master and servant, a girl in her teens and a servant in his twenties."

servant?

Caroline raised her eyebrows: "I hate this word." When she was a servant, she and Jasfi were tortured by old Thorpe.

and so…

"You don't mean to..." Luke shook his head in disapproval, "We just completed the 'swap'. You should still have another 40 to 50 years to live in this body. There's no need for us to take any risks."

Every exchange requires a very troublesome premise: the other party must be convinced of the existence of witchcraft.

In an increasingly modern world, fewer and fewer people believe in them.

There are also fewer bodies that can satisfy people.

He didn't want to put his lover at risk, as once the ceremony began, the consequences of failure would be very serious.

"I have to see what she looks like first, Jasfei." Caroline - or the black maid, the wizard, Cecil did not agree immediately: "I have to see what she looks like, Jasfei, take the opportunity to change to a smaller body. I feel that the times are becoming less and less friendly to people like us."

Luke——Jasfi shrugged and nodded in agreement: "It's easy. Ben is still alive, and she, Violet Devereux, won't live long, right?"

Cecil nodded, cigarette between his teeth.

"Then let Ben stay here. It's easier to deal with a paralyzed person who can't speak." Jasfei thought: "There is no hotel in this town. They can only spend one night in the police station at most. I will spread the news and lure the master and servant in. The rest is up to you."

Cecil smiled charmingly.

She was all too familiar with deceiving children.

That’s how she seduced old Thorpe’s brother and sister into believing in witchcraft step by step, and thus…

He exchanged bodies with her and Jasfi.

Being burned to death by their own father, the brother and sister can be said to have paid for the debt their father had incurred from all those years of evil.

"Look, bring them in. I have an idea."

Cecil flicked the ash off his cigarette, his face full of indifference: "Children are so easy to deceive."

…………

……

After the call ended, the ambulance arrived at the building quickly.

The nurse 'Caroline' and the lawyer 'Luke' took a fight.

"She just fell, but now she can't move or speak..." Cecil sadly told the doctor what happened last night: "She missed two steps. It's like a stroke."

The police have to be present in such matters.

Also, someone they didn't expect appeared.

"Caroline?!" The black girl rushed over and hugged 'Caroline' tightly in her arms: "Are you okay? I just saw the message you left me and rushed over. Something happened at home... Are you okay?"

Caroline was uncharacteristically indifferent.

Mrs. Devereux, who was lying on the stretcher, opened her mouth in excitement and uttered "ah, ah"...

Jill just glanced.

"Caroline?" She stared at her best friend: "Did you forget? You left me a message asking me to call the police... Sorry, I rushed here as soon as I heard it. It seems that you...are you okay?"