female Scaramouche
witch Scara × hunter user
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Scaramouche sighed in exasperation, trying in vain to free herself from the shackles on her hands. She was a witch, a real one, who had been turned in by her village. And why is that? Because she refused to go to bed with a local authority.
Ugh, you bastard. Just catch my eye..The girl muttered as she sat on the cold ground in the dungeon. It was very dark and cold here, and the screams of other girls from other cells echoed through the dungeon, adding even more gloom to this place. The
prison for witchesis a so—called place where even innocent people who do not belong to witches in any way end up. But in this world, it's easy enough for someone not to like you and you're already a witch. Scaramouche immediately confessed that she was a witch and therefore they did not torture her much, only telling her to bide her time. The hour of execution. The girl didn't want to put up with it so easily. No, she had to survive, there was no way she was going to die at the hands of those bastards! But the more fiercely she struggled in chains, the more she injured herself. But suddenly her door opened and some strange gas filled the room. Scaramouche began to choke and eventually lost consciousness. The last thing she felt was the shackles falling off her arms. The girl has already woken up in a warm bed. She sleepily surveyed the surroundings, which were still blurred before her eyes.
Finally awake, sleeping beauty.A painfully familiar voice was heard. Wait, this is the hunter who caught her.