The little girls following closely behind Vanessa looked thin, scruffy, and dirty.
They hid behind Vanessa and several adult witches, looking a little nervous and scared...
"Sister Vanessa... I will be obedient, I can work, I am still useful, okay, can you please not abandon us?"
A little witch in a rotten leather robe clutched Vanessa's robe tightly with her two little hands and pleaded.
She saw that big sister Vanessa brought back a lot of food...
Then, they were selected and left the tribe...
In the small world of the little witch, she immediately realized that she might be abandoned...
This is not something that won't happen...
When the tribe is in the most difficult times, there are always some children who are taken away and never come back.
That is often the choice made before the cold winter comes, when food is most scarce...
And the ones who are taken away will always be children like her...
They failed to inherit more witch bloodlines, their physiques were too weak, and they were prone to dying young...
Even if the witch's blood characteristics are extracted by fusion, they can be easily corroded by the pollution and turn into monsters...
Because compared to "normal" witches, they need to fuse more blood, and fusing more blood means it is easier to lose control.
In a sense, for the tribe...
Their existence not only adds uncontrollable risks, but is also a near-pure waste of resources...
Therefore, before every winter comes, the little witch is always frightened...
I am afraid that I will be the one being taken away.
She would always try to do the most work, hoping that she would not be chosen.
but...
This time, she was really taken away...
At this moment, Vanessa, who was about to enter the temple, suddenly trembled when she heard this...
She turned around and looked at the little witch who was only as tall as her knees. Normal people of the same age would be a head taller than her when they were in their teens.
However, due to the lack of blood inheritance, she is like a child who has not yet grown up...
Thin, short... only a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be inherited from her mother, looking pretty...
Just looking at the strong, pure desire to live in the other person's eyes, Vanessa felt a little uncomfortable in her heart and her breathing became a little stuffy.
Sometimes, rather than such a pure gaze, she hoped to see resentment and anger in it...
But... not once.
Behind this little witch, the other little witches, whose bodies were severely underdeveloped because they inherited too little power, had the same look in their eyes...
Pure, innocent, full of desire for life...
Vanessa felt that her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the pressure she felt seemed to be heavier than facing the most terrifying enemy...
At this moment, she felt her hands were covered in blood...
The color of her tentacles suddenly deepened, and they began to wriggle uncontrollably...
But suddenly, she took a deep breath, smiled, stretched out her tentacles and touched her little head: "Don't worry, no one will be abandoned again in the future."
"Really?" The little witches didn't seem to doubt her words.