I'm really a witch

"I'm going to the village tomorrow morning. Liz will be with me. Do you want to go for a walk with me? It's just a change of mood." Charlotte said a few words in general, and stopped talking. She turned her head and continued to try. Call Circe out.

Circe hesitated, then shook her head.

But next day, Circe wished she had gone out with her sisters.

It was also a coincidence, the doorbell rang not long after Charlotte and the others had left the house.Presumably there were guests visiting, but the sound of the carriage was not heard.

Circe frowned and packed up the things at hand.Could it be Mrs. de Bower?That's kind of bad, she's not good at dealing with the lady's questions.It's a pity that she is the only one in the house now, otherwise Charlotte and the others can help.

But it was Mr. Darcy who entered.He also looked surprised, and quickly explained that he thought all the wives and ladies were there, so he rushed in rashly.

Circe nodded, accepting his explanation, but didn't mean to say anything more.Darcy fell silent for a while, and his eyes fell on her, as if he was planning something.

"I can accept your identity, I fully accept it, Miss Searcy," his voice was not loud, but it seemed to use a lot of strength, "I hope you can trust me on this point."

"I also promise you that I will never reveal your identity." He looked up at Circe with a serious expression.

Circe wanted to laugh for some reason, and she couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth.After straightening the hem of her skirt, she sat up straight, with a smile still on her lips.She can even be said to be gentle, and she opened her mouth like this: "Can you accept it? Can you really?" You who can say the request to give up your identity, how can you still say such ridiculous things.

"Should we give it a try?" Circe snapped her fingers, and the invisible magic shock swept away like a wave centered on her.

She "hid" the room.

Feeling something vaguely, Darcy tightened his fingers on the armrest, and subconsciously tensed all his muscles.

Circe glanced at him, seeming to be mocking, or just twitching the corners of his mouth casually, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.If you just look at her dancing fingers, those simple or complex magic gestures look quite beautiful.The expression on her face seemed to be careless, with her eyes slightly lowered.

Until she raised her head and suddenly showed a smile.Magic power flowed in her eyes, and those strange eyes shone with a golden-green color in the room.Even at this time, Darcy was still uncontrollably dazzled, subconsciously chasing the two strange colors with his eyes.

The room "lived" in her smile.The walls were twisted and misplaced, the ceiling was stepped on in an instant, the vase stood firmly on the wall, and the fireplace swallowed flames overhead.

Except for the chair that Circe was sitting on, everything else was completely changed, as if swept in by the storm, but strangely maintained a certain order, as if in some absurd dream.

Darcy has already floated up uncontrollably, and the chair under him is tightly attached to the current "ceiling".The sense of insecurity brought about by the suspension caused even Mr. Darcy, who was always calm, to show a shocked and nervous expression.It was rare for him to be so embarrassed, he clasped the armrest tightly, as if he was holding on to some life-saving straw.

Circe couldn't have let him fall, of course, but the look on his face made her very happy.The fingers made a guiding movement, and the flames of the fireplace immediately exploded, as if a fire dragon bared its fangs and roared silently.With a violent shock, the flame rushed out of the shackles of the fireplace in Darcy's violently constricted pupils, and turned into a flame in an instant.It flew past Darcy's side so quickly that he could easily feel the terrifying heat wave.

The wall suddenly lost its hardness, sinking like a puddle of ooze, swallowing the four legs of the chair in an instant.Darcy retracted his legs vigilantly, glanced at the "ground", and calculated the height.

Circe squinted his eyes, waved his hand, and the "ceiling" grew rapidly, until he climbed to a height of nearly 20 meters before barely stopping.With a push motion with both hands, the "wall" also began to recede rapidly, forcing this small reception room to expand into a theater or something else.

Probably the size of the palace.

Hooking your fingers, piercing the ground ferociously, you can vaguely see the glare of cold light reflected from the top.

Circe gathered her skirts and shrunk her legs into the chair.She hugged her calves, put her chin on her knees, and looked up at the person on top.She didn't move her mouth, but her voice rang clearly in her ears: "Can you accept it?" The tone sounded like a smile, but the pronunciation was so harsh that it made the heart shrink.

Darcy didn't speak, he just nodded.

Circe snorted, leaned back lazily, and drew a semicircle in front of her with her slender fingers.The coat rack was elongated, the coat hooks were stretched out, and weird suction cups grew out of the wooden grain.The low table suddenly swelled into the size of a full-grown elephant, and a big opening was split on the top, exposing thick fangs.

The patterns on the wall also "live" together, stretching their teeth and claws out of the wall, stretching upwards as if trying to drag people down.The fire shuttled deftly through it, leaving the air distorted by heat.

But all of this is clearly silent, so quiet that one wonders whether they really exist, or just a fantasy.Only the sound of the gears of the wall clock resounding in this room, this sound was infinitely amplified by the silence, knocking on people's hearts one after another, as if something was oppressing them step by step.

Such a scene is like a demon tearing open the rift of hell and stepping into the world.Anyone who sees the current situation must agree without hesitation to the immediate execution of a witch trial.Who can think that witches are a harmless race at this time?They are born of the same blood as evil.

Every time Circe asked that question again, she raised her face and looked at the gentleman rightly.In the whole room, only this small space where she was located was silent, belonging to that normal world, which was very sharply separated from everything around her.

Darcy had long since lost the well-groomed clothes he had when he entered this room, the clothes became wrinkled during the movement, sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the wet temple hair was sticking to his face ridiculously.Being suspended in the air for a long time, people can't help but feel dizzy, salty sweat rolls into the eyes, and the irritating eyeballs are burning with pain.

He pursed his lips, broke free from the chair suddenly, and fell straight down.

Circe's eyes widened suddenly, and Huo Lian panicked to avoid the falling figure, his tail leaving scorched black marks on the wall.The branch turned into a pattern desperately stretched towards him, but it was to catch him, or at least leave room for buffering.

The movement of getting up caused the chair to turn over, but Circe didn't realize it. She stretched out her hand straight out, and almost floated Darcy in mid-air before the bloody eyes all over his body were stabbed by the ground.Controlling the person in the air with one hand, everything in the room receded like a tide, and returned to its original appearance in an instant. If it wasn't for the scorched marks on the wall, it would have seemed like a big dream.

Mr. Darcy was gently sent back to the ground by Miss Witch, his movements were as gentle as a breeze.He staggered a bit, reached out to support the back of the chair, and when he looked up, he saw the little girl's red eyes.

"Are you crazy?" She clenched her fists angrily, and the terrified expression hadn't left her small face. She was afraid that her voice would be dry and even broken, "Do you think I'm joking! Or do you think Are you tough?"

The little girl's excited speech accelerated unconsciously. She blushed as she spoke, and tears rolled down her face.She was hiccupping from crying, but she still complained angrily about his recklessness in the interval.

Darcy wanted to laugh a little, and he did, even aloud, a low laugh with obvious good humor.Circe's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that this man could still laugh at this moment.

Bending down, Darcy raised his hand to wipe the teardrops on the girl's face.It was an outrageous gesture, and not at all like something Mr. Darcy would do.Circe froze as he felt the heat of his fingers.Before the tears could stop, the small mouth was slightly opened, and a hiccup slipped out of it.The little girl now looks like some kind of soft animal, waiting to be rubbed.

"I'm not scared that easily, maybe you should try harder." Darcy made a rare joke, "You should keep those things closer to me." Whether it's fire or anything else, it will only He circled around far away, not even touching the corner of his clothes.This allowed him to tell at a glance that this was a stern little girl, trying to scare him off with bluff.

"I can accept it, Miss Witch, I can accept it." His tone became serious again, and he looked at his little girl right.

"I thought," Darcy hesitated for a while, but a smile could easily be heard in his voice, "you are actually forgiving me by still wearing this lace hoop?"

Seeing the little girl's shocked expression, Darcy couldn't help but laughed again: "The pattern on the button is the family crest of Darcy's family."

Circe felt that the lace circle on her neck immediately became hot. She tried to take it off with her fingers, but felt that this movement was too much on purpose.

"I didn't forgive you." So in the end, she just refuted his last sentence in a muffled voice.

Circe tried to stand on tiptoe and stroked his hair.The heat flow rubbed against her scalp with the movement of her fingertips, taking away the moisture in her hair in an instant.She reached out and tapped his collar again, telling him to become that well-dressed gentleman again.Finally, with a wave of her hand, she wiped away the scorched marks on the wall.

Hooking his fingers, the teapot was hanging in the air and spontaneously poured out two cups of tea.The teacup floated in front of my eyes, waiting to be pinched by the handle.

Darcy tentatively let go of his hand, the teacup with the hot tea fell down, and fell to pieces on the ground.He immediately looked sorry.

Circe shook her head, returned the teacup to its original shape in a good-tempered manner, and dropped it lightly back on the table.She sounded very calm, although her eye sockets and the tip of her nose were still red, she had put away all those intense emotions.

"I am a witch, I am, and I will be in the future. This will never change." She didn't look up, and asked the question again, "Can you really accept it?"