Simulated Lives: The Sorrow of the Sword Maiden-Chapter 34 – The Witch's Past

If doubts could take form.
Then right now, Xu Xi's head would surely be filled with countless question marks.
To ensure Krisa's success in meditation, Xu Xi had prepared multiple plans well in advance and was ready for a long-term effort.
He never expected it.
The girl succeeded in her first attempt at meditation.
"Krisa, tell me about your experience with meditation," Xu Xi asked the girl cautiously.
"Yes, I saw..." Krisa replied obediently. When she spoke, she occasionally stuttered a bit, but it was much better compared to when they first met.
Elements.
Magic.
Spiritual power.
Through Krisa's description, Xu Xi could confirm that she had indeed succeeded in meditation.
But why?
In the dim meditation chamber, the scent of burning Clarity Herb lingered, somewhat pungent and spicy. The demon girl, dressed in a pitch-black Magic Apprentice robe, quietly awaited Xu Xi's next command.
Xu Xi looked at the girl, puzzled and deep in thought.
"I was able to succeed in meditation and transform from an ordinary person into a Magic Apprentice because I have the highest-level Red Entries, plus two Purple Entries for support."
"With these three entries, it's only natural that I succeeded in my first meditation."
"But this child also..."
Xu Xi pondered.
He considered the factors contributing to this successful meditation.
Besides the basic talent and comprehension, there must be something unnoticed, something unique that other demons and even humans don't possess.
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"...I see, so that's it."
Staring at the small figure before him, Xu Xi suddenly fell silent.
He understood.
The witch before him was not a genius; she lacked the powerful physique of a pureblood demon and didn't have a spirit superior to humans.
Her body was frail, tormented and beaten by others.
Her spirit was like stagnant water, closed off in long-term despair, devoid of emotions, unaware of joy or sorrow.
Yet.
This was precisely why Krisa succeeded in her first meditation.
The essence of meditation is the caster's spiritual power reaching out to perceive the elements of all things, requiring a very stable mindset.
Ordinary people fail due to emotional fluctuations, hesitating because they overthink.
But Krisa wouldn't.
Without emotions, there are no fluctuations; without thoughts, there is no hesitation.
Only when suffering pain and torment does this mixed demon blood girl briefly show fear.
"This truth is truly cruel."
Xu Xi silently clenched his wand.
Krisa possessing the talent of a mage was a great thing, but the cost behind this talent was so tragic it left one speechless.
Xu Xi sighed inwardly. To verify this theory, he had the girl undergo several tests.
Everything went smoothly, everything was seamless.
Just like the attempt at meditation.
In the subsequent processes of sensing elements, establishing connections, and absorbing magic power.
Krisa displayed the performance of a super genius.
"Very well done, Krisa," Xu Xi crouched down, praising the demon girl who had remained silent, "Do you feel any discomfort?"
"No, Mentor," Krisa Christina shook her head.
Her small face was expressionless, lacking the innocence and liveliness a child should have, only a kind of darkness that seemed to swallow her pale golden eyes.
It was an indescribable void.
Silencing.
In a sense, the girl was a complete failure, with physical defects and severe emotional deficiencies, unable to give others the response they wanted.
But it was precisely this deficiency that unexpectedly gave the girl the aptitude of an Elemental Mage.
Xu Xi paused the girl's training.
"Mentor?" Krisa tilted her head in confusion, seemingly puzzled.
"Sit down, Krisa," Xu Xi sat cross-legged on the ground, patting the spot beside him to indicate for the girl to sit next to him.
Xu Xi realized.
There was something more important than making the girl stronger.
That was understanding the girl's past, understanding her experiences, because only through understanding could he better help her move toward the future.
If he knew nothing.
What he thought were kind gestures might cause the girl secondary harm.
"...", Krisa obediently sat down, the Magic Apprentice robe slightly too large for her frail body, covering her legs as she sat.
Her long gray-silver hair, with its ends touching the ground, spread gently and slowly on the meditation chamber's floor tiles.
A breeze brushed against Krisa's cheek.
It was the warm breath of Xu Xi, being so close.
A strange feeling surged in the girl's heart, inexplicably comforting her.
Then, Xu Xi asked, "Krisa, can you tell me about your past?"
"Do you mean..."
"Anything you want, I want to understand you."
"I understand, Mentor."
The girl didn't really understand what was worth knowing about her, but she knew she should just listen to Xu Xi.
As a personal belonging, listening to the owner was fundamental.
Thus.
Under Xu Xi's gaze, the demon girl, only eleven or twelve years old, slowly began to recount stories from long ago, events that happened before Xu Xi came to this world.
The year she was born, the girl saw her biological mother.
She was a female demon known to humans as a "succubus," with large curved horns, a figure resembling a human's, and a large iron collar locked around her neck.
She looked at the infant Krisa with gentle eyes, eyes that seemed to seep with water.
Krisa never saw her father.
Because from the day she was born, her biological mother hid her away.
For about three or four years, Krisa finally saw her father, for the first and last time.
"Father" dragged her viciously out of the room, threw her out the window, cast her into the wilderness, and flung her into a desolate place.
Mother tried to resist.
But "Father" looked at her with disgust.
"Trash... bastard... what right... to die..."
At that time, Krisa couldn't hear everything "Father" said, only knowing that along with her, her mother's head was discarded.
To this day.
Krisa still clearly remembers how terribly her mother's head was burned, how rough it felt to the touch, a hard carbonized surface, and the large horns mercilessly severed.
"Run..."
Demon life is tenacious.
Even decapitated, even burned, her mother's head spoke to young Krisa in its final moment.
So, obedient Krisa ran away.
Far from that "home."