Interlude: There might be hope
{Pure Death - Yasushi Ishii}
It's been a little over three weeks since the witch nation ceased to exist, and I've been determined to survive, hiding in a small town that was the Queen's last wish. I'm not the only witch who survived the massacre, but I am somewhat alone, with only my current employer as my only friend.
My current boss is a kind blind man who sells his artisan work for a living. For a blind guy, he is pretty skilled with his hands as he makes some really praise-worthy artifacts. I only help him with mundane tasks, but sometimes, do take the time to watch him do his craft so that maybe I can replace him once he finally passes away.
When I first landed on this new land, I was scared, injured, and hungry. The old blind man was the one who found me and helped me as I passed out in the middle of the road. The old man said he was mad at me because I caused him to trip over but that he would be haunted for life if he didn't help me, which is quite literally a case of extreme luck.
Then again, the Witch Queen, using her last bit of power to try and buy all of us one last chance, was also lucky. I have a feeling many other witches, though, probably have it tougher than me, and that does worry me. I saw little girls being teleported away; what would those kids do? Kids don't know anything about the world. What will they do on their own?
I don't want to think about it too much, but I fear that those two children I saw back then are now most likely dead. If an adult like me who can fend for themselves almost died, can you imagine some kids? I bet they were just as afraid as I was, but now, what could I do?
I'm only a low-level soldier, and I don't know how many witches are left or if there's any apart from me. Should I just start having kids, then? Maybe that's the answer. Although I can only produce female offspring, I'm sure that won't be of much likeness to any man I manage to catch.
Look at me talking about it like I have it all figured out. If only I could get the Queen's crown, then I could try to do something for my comrades. I could easily find every single witch left with the Queen's crown, but how would I even start looking for it? I have nowhere to start.
Why don't I become an adventurer, you ask? Well, to put it simply, it is way too risky to register as an adventurer right now. Based on how the old man and others treat me, I can assume that the human hatred for witches is next to baseless, but because it is the church who leads the charge, then disclosing any information to one of their organizations is way too risky.
I would be gambling my life if I ever revealed my identity to an outsider like that. Luckily for me and many other witches, we don't have much that differentiates us away from regular women. We are lucky not to have pointy ears and other stuff like that. Most of our differences lie within the realm of power and other subtle traits.
Did you know that the reason we are so incredibly magically powerful is because we are quite literally made out of magicules when we are born? Say what!? How did you think a nation of only females would be able to reproduce? We kind of don't. That's why our numbers were so low.
I don't know the whole story nor the entire truth, but I will tell you what I know. Based on what I learned in school, we are born through a complicated process of magic that is only possible thanks to the forest's properties.
Some say that a mighty dragon once died there, others say that the world magicules simply concentrate too much there, but whatever the truth is, all I know is that we are all summoned from the purest form of magicules.
Thus, we are all powerful wielders of magic but not much else. I, for example, have an incredible amount of magical power, but I can easily be killed if someone stabs me. I guess every race has its advantages and disadvantages. In any case, I must stop writing for now and focus on my current life, as I don't want to raise many red flags.
You all saw what happened back then. While the Witch Kingdom killed possibly millions of human soldiers, we still took a massive loss because of our low population numbers. This is my long-worded way of saying it. I might be able to kill a thousand men, but it will only take one mistake for me to die. We are not invincible, and what happened back then was a painful reminder that humans still have a numbers advantage, so I must lay low and assimilate into human society...