I walked out of the café's private room.

With the little book Alice had given me in my pocket, I walked down this winding street in the sinking night.

The night gradually became dark, the sky gradually sank, and the lights were lit, and the dim light illuminated the figures of the pedestrians on it a little mottled and confused.

"Click, click, click."

I walked to that intersection again, to the otherworldly magic shop.

The store is already a little weird, and this weird atmosphere is even worse under the decoration of the night, the candlelight of the candles is lit in the store, after entering the store, I still see strange things in the store, and in the coffin on the side of the store, there is still a puppet girl.

Slowly approaching, I continued to look at the puppet girl.

She lay quietly in the black coffin, with flower petals under her body, snow-white skin, long golden wavy hair, black and white gothic loli-style clothes, crystal blue eyes staring up at forty-five corners blankly, and holding a golden compass on her chest.

The compass was first introduced in China as a tool used in China to see Feng Shui, which is generally a disc depicted with various mysterious patterns indicating directions, and Feng Shui masters can use it to guess the auspicious and auspicious signs of this place.

Later, the compass was introduced to the West, and it was also highly regarded among the Western churches, and was especially popular, and was regarded as a magical thing that could judge time and space.

The compass in the puppet girl's hand is golden, and unlike the traditional compass in ancient China, it is made up of a large number of Latin symbols, and I can't read the pattern on it that indicates the direction.

Such a beautiful puppet girl, lying in a coffin sprinkled with flower petals, holding such a compass, is indeed like art, but somehow, after staring at the girl for a long time, I will have an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, and there is a faint desolation and sadness rushing to my chest.....

"Little friend, do you like this girl very much?"

As I stared at the puppet girl, a kind and hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind me.

"Uh...."

I slowly turned my head to see where the sound was coming from.

It was an old man.

He wasn't supposed to be from the shop, he was completely different from the old man who told me and Alice not to disturb business.

He was dressed in a retro robe, his gray silver hair was neatly combed, he wore shiny monocles, he wore gold and silver rings on the fingers of his left hand, and he held a very delicate steel plate disc in his right hand.

His figure is neither thin nor fat, just right, although he looks old, but standing there gives people a very healthy and spiritual feeling.

His eyes are very peculiar, kind, distant and deep, and the corners of his mouth are hooked with a smile, giving people the feeling that they can't see through.

"Little friend, I see that you are particularly interested in this girl...... Why is that? ”

The old man looked at me with kind eyes and asked again patiently.

"When I saw this girl, I always felt as if I had seen her somewhere, and ..... When I stared into her eyes, I felt a sense of sadness....."

I honestly said to the old man, somehow, although it was the first time we met, I was willing to tell the old man what I really thought in my heart.

"Oh...... Want to get to know her better? ”

The old man asked with a smile at me.

"Huh?"

I was slightly stunned.

Know him better, it seems that this old man knows some information about this puppet girl.

I thought this doll gave me a strange feeling of sadness and familiarity, but Alice's realization after seeing her was very abnormal.

I was suddenly interested......

"She doesn't have a name, but she has a title, called the Nightmare Witch], and she governs the cycle of time and space through the compass."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the puppet with pity.

Belch.....

Nightmare Witch, reincarnation of time and space?

"According to a legend in England, a few years ago, when Christianity was booming in Europe, there was such a thing as a witch who had extraordinary abilities and would use them to do evil..... But one day, the witch of England was subjugated by a powerful family. ”

The old man continued, and I listened attentively to him.

"Some people in this family are rumored to be the royal family at that time, and some people are rumored to be nobles who are close to the strength of the royal family, in short, the witch has been working for the family since then, assassinating the object they want to assassinate for the family, and will be executed, and the witch will receive a part of the payment, they will let the nobles capture the child, and take pleasure in torturing and executing the child....."

The old man's voice continued to echo in my ears, and I didn't dare to miss a single piece of information.

Witch.... Does it really exist? Listening to what the old man said, it seemed that the answer was yes, but maybe they didn't know magic.

It's just a mystical power that's close to magic, right?

"It is rumored that there are seven witches, and they are ranked according to the seven days set by the Lord's Day—

Poisoned Monday],

Strangulation] of Tuesday],

Nail the week],

Thursday of the Fire Kill],

Fantasy Kill] Friday],

These are the five usual five execution witches, and of course the strongest execution witch is the Saturday of the Slashing ......"

The old man smiled and introduced me to this, and I couldn't help but gasp.

Poisoning, strangulation, nailing, fire, phantom, slashing?

These sounds terrifying, these witches are definitely cruel and terrifying.

But.....

"What about Sunday?"

When I heard this, I asked with some doubts.

"Sunday..... Sunday is the Nightmare Witch who rules the compass and rules time and space. ”

The old man said this to me slowly, and looked at the puppet girl with a somewhat fascinated look.

Lying in a black coffin covered with flower petals, the girl with blond hair hanging down to her waist, holding a compass and looking up at something.

"So old sir, legendary..... This Nightmare Witch] ....... What role did she play in the witch? What are her abilities? ”

I asked the old man slowly, a little puzzled.

And the old man's deep gaze swept over the witch, and then spoke in a somewhat fanatical voice—

"Nightmare's Sunday] has nightmares all the time, she can't dream, but she does everyone else's nightmares, that's what makes her strong, and that's what makes her sad....."

The old man said to me slowly, and his voice became more and more strange.

"Children, according to the instructions of my compass: under the guidance of the wheel of fortune, you will meet them again and again, but at all times you must remember that they are not real witches, just children who need your attention and rescue, as you are chosen, you have the obligation to rescue them-"

The old man's voice became quieter and quieter, more dreamy, more and more hoarse, and I was dizzy and swollen, and I had no time to react.

Eventually, before I could feel what time it was, his voice stopped abruptly.

Sunday having nightmares all the time?

A Sunday that doesn't have its own nightmares, only other people's nightmares?

And I'm going to meet them again and again, and I'm going to rescue them.......

"Old gentleman.... What the hell is this? .....”

I clutched my swollen head and turned my head sideways, and I couldn't help but want to ask him a lot of things.

"Huh?"

However.

Beside me, there was no longer him.

"Old man!"

I was stunned and looked back around the store with no sign of him.

"Click-"

I slammed out the door and came to the intersection of the busy traffic.

But there was no trace of him around.

He disappeared at some point.

The god disappeared unconsciously, just as if the god appeared next to me unconsciously.