(Kneel down and beg for the first order, please boys.) ）

"Amy, take the ingredients and boil them out of the pot!"

In front of Amy, the tall man who almost blocked all her vision casually threw a bag of magic materials that almost crushed her to the ground, and "gently" kicked the weak Amy's stomach with great satisfaction.

"Hurry up! Use it at night! ”

"Uh......h Be. ”

Amy, who was kicked to the ground, held back her whimpering and quickly picked up the thing that had fallen to the ground, which was even more valuable than her life in the eyes of the man. Because if she doesn't move quickly, what awaits her is definitely not the so-called "gentle" punishment like another kick.

She didn't dare to resist, because the man in front of her was like a god to her. Even if this god has been scolding her and punishing her since she can remember. No god would do this to his people, but how could she, who had been silently accustomed to it, care about such common sense?

Moreover, she could not resist either. Because......

"I see, father."

Amy snorted, and picked up the "task" handed to her by her father with difficulty, in terms of quantity, this is not at all the amount that can be refined before the evening, but if you complain to your father, you will only get more punishment, instead of doing this useless struggle, it is better to hurry up every minute and every second in advance, so that at least a little bit of the inevitable scolding can be avoided.

This must not have been the father's intention, for he was stern. But if you don't add more weight to yourself than you can do, then this must be the aftermath...... Ah, no, no, it's the "task" given to me by my mother. She's always been so herself. Obviously, even if it's just a little bit, I want to get along with her.

Of course, Amy can only think about such thoughts silently when she is alone, and she doesn't even have the courage to say it. Because this is not an ordinary place, but from time to time you will walk by the magic association of the "magician", and if you are not careful, this leaky word will be heard.

And what kind of punishment does that bring? Amy didn't even dare to think about it.

"Get out of the way!"

Amy, who rushed over, staggered to the side, and finally managed to maintain her balance and not let the material she was holding fall to the ground again.

He seems to be one of his father's subordinates, but it is also very obvious that he has such an attitude towards himself. Because in the association. Everyone is pursuing magic, not identity, or maybe this should be the so-called strong man.

Naturally, although she is her father's daughter, she will definitely not receive any good treatment if she can only refine a little magic material for her father. Not to mention. The way it is now. Can it really be considered a father's daughter?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Amy hurriedly broke into the small workshop for refining, and at the same time brought a glimmer of light to the dim hut, which is probably the last thing that the union magicians who live in the dim place all year round want to see.

Light represents light, and they are symbols of light. The so-called "clergy" who despise magic have always been enemies of the association, and this belief has never wavered in Amy.

After carefully closing the door, the smell of smoke mixed with all kinds of unbearable smells immediately enveloped Amy, which was almost her own cabin. Because almost all of the materials for the association are made by Amy. In order to keep the smell from drifting out, all Amy could do was close the door. Alone withstood the pungent gas that almost smoked her.

Chopping wood, adding fire, boiling water...... All this preparation also needs to be done by Amy alone. The calluses and scratches on her hands were just a common thing for Amy, and what she feared most was that the wooden thorns had pierced her fingers, in which case she would have to sacrifice a pitiful rest time to pick them out with the pain of her heart.

This is Amy's most ordinary, even "easy" day. Although Amy is already very satisfied to be a member of the Magic Society and to be able to meet the long-awaited "magician" every day, she ......

"I want to die...... Hmmm......"

The terrible thought that popped up, though it didn't fit her young age, did startle Amy herself.

It's not uncommon to think like this, and it's not like it's been put into practice, but how many people can overcome the fear of death? Every time, Amy chose to endure at the last moment, because at least she could cover up the torment with the "magic" of longing.

But...... Completely unconsciously, this is probably the first time I blurted it out.

"It must be too tired."

Amy shook her head and hurriedly threw the ingredients into the pot according to the memory in her mind. She remembered all of this very clearly, because if it weren't for that, it would have been a painful lesson.

The boiling pot began to "gurgle" and steam, which was the best evidence that the ingredients were being heated. Although the smoke is getting more and more pungent, you only need to wait outside the door for a while at this time.

Although it is just an extravagant hope, Amy is inevitably looking forward to her as a magician. Maybe only at this time can she get a moment of rest.

But......

"Can't open it?"

The first thing that broke into Amy's heart was panic, but then it turned into fear. She tried her best to rotate the doorknob, but the merciless cold thing in front of her didn't move.

Why, why can't it be opened? Obviously, there is no such thing in normal times. And this is inside the door, and there is no way to lock it at all. Or is it a prank by some naughty boy of the same age?

But that's a bit too ruthless!

"Save ......" was suffocated by Amy halfway through the shout, if you want to trouble your father here, then the punishment will be worse than enduring the smoke here.

It doesn't matter, as long as you wait here for a while, although it is the first time to stay in the workshop so closely, it will definitely not matter if it is just the smoke produced by the boiling of some magic materials.

Her consciousness was blurred, and Amy, who didn't have much energy, could only lean against the wall weakly at the moment, and the cold wall barely made her lift a little spirit. The room was already covered in smoke, and every breath was even more painful than the beating of her parents.

The wounds all over my body were aching, and my eyes were so irritated by the pain that I couldn't open them. Will you die? It is said that the magicians in the magic society believe in the all-encompassing witch, could it be that the words that he just said unconsciously let the witch who has never met hear it?

Then why didn't the witch see it when she was beaten; Why didn't the witch see it when she tried hard to become a magician? When you want to live, the witch doesn't see it?

"Well, it's really pungent smoke, it's a shame that you little guy didn't smoke to death."

The air suddenly became chaotic, and the smoke disappeared without a trace.

Amy opened her eyes, but only a blurry shadow could be seen because of the tears in the corners of her eyes. But the body doesn't lie: it's strong, it's terrifying, it's completely magical beyond the reach of father and mother.

Could it be that this is a witch? So......

"What a surprise to discover, little one, your name?"

The witch bent down and looked at it with eyes that she didn't dare to look into.

"Amy, Emilia......"

"Well, it doesn't look like it's going to hurt your head." The witch laughed, it was beautiful, it was terrible.

"So Amilia, what are you doing? What do you want to do? ”

"I ...... I'm refining materials, I'm ......"

Yes, what I'm doing is refining materials, but ...... What do you want to do? This question has not been considered at all, or there is no time to think about it.

"I know, you want to be a magician, and even a witch like me!" The witch in front of her waved her hand exaggeratedly, and then came over with a smile, "Am I right?" ”

"I ......"

"I see your love for magic, oh, clearly. But Emilia is not the only one who loves you to this extent, and that really bothers me. ”

The witch's figure is beautiful and terrifying, but it is not so unapproachable.

"Let's have a trial! You, with them! I will give you everything you want. The price is your superiority in the trial. ”

The witch turned, and it wasn't until this time that Amy was able to see her a little clearly. Indeed, the girl wrapped in magic is fully worthy of the title of witch.

"Na Amilia, there will be no second trial in this time, will you accept it?" (To be continued......)