I'm really a witch

It might not be fair to say that, but Circe felt more at ease without Georgiana and the maids at her back.

It is really a very comfortable thing to not need to restrain the natural divergence of magic power.Especially after the two got into the depths of the woods.

At this time, I realized how pleasant it is to have such a large garden.As long as you go deeper, you don't have to worry about being disturbed.

Darcy could clearly feel the girl around her gradually relaxing. Her steps were much lighter, and her tone of voice seemed to be smiling when chatting.

He wanted to ask a question or two, but he soon lost his extra thoughts.

Looking around to confirm that he had gone deep enough, Circe let out a long sigh of relief, completely letting go of the nerve that had been tense all along.Asking a Kletika to restrain herself in a place where the natural atmosphere is strong is really too embarrassing for her.

The trees that were just trembling leaves hung down their branches enthusiastically, tentatively pulling Miss Witch's long hair.If the branches are too stiff to hang down smoothly, some leaves must be scattered and dotted on Miss Witch's skirt.

The grass leaves and wild flowers on the side of the road are even more obvious, each of them held back their energy, and they just opened their buds at this moment when the spring day is about to arrive.Wherever Miss Witch walked, it was like spring bending down.

"This is also magic?" Darcy carefully touched a small flower that opened in front of his eyes, for fear that the flower that opened in advance would be too fragile and would be broken by his touch.He had never seen a flower bloom so impatiently.

Circe is melting her own magic into nature, taking the place of her hands, touching and kissing these lovely little ones.Hearing the question from the people around her, she suddenly smiled: "Is it?"

She waved her hand and explained in detail: "You can understand that this is a certain characteristic of my magic. I will subconsciously get close to nature, and these little guys will also subconsciously get close to me." Circe took the trouble to put Untied the hair that was tangled on the twigs, "Look, they are all cute little guys."

Subconsciously recalling the age of the trees in this forest, Darcy hesitated for a moment, but decisively cut off his divergent thoughts.

Circe smoothed her hair, directed the leaves falling on her skirt to weave a garland of gradient colors, and put it on her head with satisfaction: "To be precise, what I believe in is not God." She didn't seem to feel that What a maverick thing this is, rubbing a leaf, "I believe in nature."

Darcy had seen so many amazing things about her that he didn't feel that it was a big deal to have different beliefs.There is only one thing, he thought with some distress, wouldn't he encounter small troubles when he got married?After all, both parties have to swear an oath to the Bible.

But he didn't intend to let this problem trouble him for too long at this time. Every minute alone with his little girl is precious, not to mention that he might have to help persuade that Miss Elizabeth at dinner. Leave people to him.

Touching the "flower" ring, Circe glanced at him sideways: "Do you want it?"

"What?" Only after recovering from a series of thoughts brought about by different beliefs, Darcy didn't catch up with the little girl's train of thought for a while.

So Circe simply took the "flower" ring off her head, and held it up to his eyes: "This. They gave me a lot of leaves." She pointed to the big trees around, and they shook in cooperation.

This was a novel experience for Mr. Darcy.Even though he was often in the woods, it never occurred to him to pick some leaves or flowers to weave a wreath.Georgiana liked it for a while, but she wasn't thinking of making one for her brother.

It's one thing not to have tried, and Mr. Darcy's mouth has always been honest. He nodded and agreed without much thought.He has even begun to imagine where to place this "wreath" in his study.

However, Miss Witch did not give him an identical "flower" wreath.Her ideas are always changing quickly, and this is often shown in giving gifts.It is very likely that she will suddenly think of a more interesting gift before she has chosen it in advance.In short, the gifts Miss Witch gives are often things that she herself is very interested in.

At this time, Circe would be sincerely grateful that she is a witch.She can follow her own ideas and make it whatever she wants, never worrying about whether she will leave regrets.

So in the blink of an eye, the "flower" ring was replaced by a cheetah.It is not appropriate to say that, it should be said that it is a cheetah model as long as a palm.The fur of the whole body is tightly intertwined with interlocking leaves, as usual, it is the gradient color that Circe likes, and the tip of the tail is light green - a tree gave all its new leaves to Miss Witch.

In the place of the eyes are two small stones, which Circe dyed yellow at will.As for whether the interior is hollow or solid, this is actually not important. The left and right sides are works made by witches. It would be unreasonable to worry about it being easily damaged.

Even if the position of the "flower" ring has been conceived in his mind, it does not mean that Darcy will not prefer this palm-sized green leopard.Carefully receiving the leopard in his hand, Darcy held it in a posture that was like holding a fragile vase.

Circe looked amused, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the leopard's tail unceremoniously.In Darcy's constricted pupils, she pulled it twice before completely letting go, which proved that it was firm and there was no need to worry.

"Even if you just drop it on the ground, it will be fine." Miss Witch vowed.

"...I won't throw it on the ground." Darcy's tone was serious as if he was making a promise.He retracted his palm to make sure that the little leopard would not fall to the ground because of his slippery hand.

Circe had no choice but to let him hold the little leopard in an awkward position.Maybe she should have given him a wreath, Circe felt a little helpless.

Seeing that he really liked it, Miss Witch reached out and patted the leopard again.The texture of the leaves became harder, but the veins on the leaves were completely preserved.The two stones that act as eyeballs have also changed, looking clearer, I am afraid that people will believe that they are two gemstones.

The whole leopard looked as if it had been painted with a layer of light, and there was no other major difference, but Darcy became more determined to put it in the most conspicuous position in the study.

Oh, and one more innocuous little change, I'm afraid.The weight of this leopard has obviously increased a lot, which can be easily imagined just by looking at the sudden sinking of Mr. Darcy's wrist.If it weren't for Mr. Darcy's quick reaction, the leopard would probably fall to the ground to test Miss Witch's magic skills.

After walking a little further, Circe's excitement finally subsided a little.She fiddled with the "flower" ring above her head, letting it change back and forth between various shapes and materials.It wasn't until it finally turned into a pattern on the collar of the girl's cape that Circe stopped.

Darcy just tilted his head to watch her entertaining herself, and his mood became relaxed.At first, he was worried that Circe would accidentally trip over because she was too focused on the "flower" ring on her head, but when he saw that the roots of those plants were all giving way to the little girl, he simply concentrated on admiring her Little magic.

The plants probably classified him as Miss Witch's property. While protecting Circe, they also cleared a path for Mr. Darcy, so that they don't have to be distracted by worrying about their feet.

Circe touched the pattern on the collar, feeling its texture.Then, she suddenly thought of something and stopped abruptly.Darcy stopped along with him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

She cursed herself inwardly.It's too bad, it was something that I wanted to say a long time ago, but I was carried away, and it has been dragged on until now.

Resisting the urge to cover her face, Miss Witch's expression looked a little serious, but she quickly relaxed, leaving only her eyebrows slightly furrowed.She organized her words, and when she was about to speak, her expression was fixed on the same hatred.

Clearing his throat, Circe stepped forward and turned to face Darcy.She pursed her lips: "Although I think it's a bit strange to say such things hastily, but I feel a little uncomfortable not to say it."

Seeing her sudden nervous appearance, Darcy was still a little uncomfortable, but he quickly comforted her softly: "Don't worry, just say it."

"It's like this," Circe got his encouragement, and really opened up. "When I visited the house today, I saw the portrait of Wickham."

Seeing Darcy's serious face immediately because of the name, Circe hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I hate him very much, maybe it's more appropriate to say I hate him." The little girl wrinkled her face, "Oh, you I don't know how disgusting his soul looks."

Darcy's face softened, and he wanted to laugh.After seeing the soul with his own eyes last time, when he heard the evaluation of this little girl who belonged to him again, he couldn't help but want to smile.Happy to have shared her little secret.This pleasure even managed to dilute his discomfort at the thought of that name, that person.

"Did he have a feud with you? But even if he didn't, this person is enough to be hated." She repeated the word again, "He wanted to discredit you last time! But don't worry, of course I didn't let you He succeeded." The little girl showed a complacent smile for a short while, and then quickly restrained herself.

"I mean," said Circe, tugging at the hem of her skirt, "we're friends, and we don't like him, and Georgiana doesn't like him, so can I, you know, do something about it ?”

Darcy was stunned for a moment: "How did you think of this? I mean, it's a bit too sudden after all."

Circe's gaze wandered for a moment.The answer to this question was actually very simple, but she was a little embarrassed to say it.Could it be that she wanted to say that she didn't pay much attention to this matter because she had a very shallow relationship with you before, but she remembered it again when she saw the portrait today?No, that sounds awful, the best way to describe impulsiveness and stupidity.Subconsciously, Circe didn't want to show his freewheeling side in front of this man.

So she tried to hide this: "Because I want to tell you, well, I can help, I mean, if you want to teach someone a lesson." She spoke hesitantly, bowing her head guiltily.

Darcy was caught off guard by these words, and subconsciously raised his hand to press the position of his heart.It's jumping a little too fast in there now.