Excalibur Chronicle of Raidorl

“No one loves a horrid witch like you. I've never loved you.”

“Huh………!?”

A cold voice rang out in her head. The blade of the words tore her body, and she jumped up with a spring in her sleep.

Darkness lay all around her. It was a familiar room in a familiar house. Neimilia was lying on the bed. 

“Well, have I fallen asleep?……… I shouldn't, a maid should never sleep without waiting for her master's return……….”

Neimilia looked at the pendulum clock on the wall.

There were no lamps or candlesticks in the room. But as a witch with the night vision of a cat, she could see the hands of the clock without any problem.

“Is it midnight already? Master, it's late again……..”

Neimilia mumbled uneasily and chewed on her blanket. 

Raidorl, who had decided to return to the capital, stayed up late every day discussing the matter with the leading figures of the frontier city.

He's no longer an ornament, but the lord who has the final say will be away from the city. There were many things to be handed over, including how to deal with emergencies.

It was already half past midnight, but there was still no sign of Raidorl's return. Her captive, Mertina, had already been transferred to the guild's prison for criminals, leaving Neimilia alone in the not-so-large house. 

“Ugh……….”

No matter how late it was, he would be back before morning.

Even though she knew this, Neimilia could not control the feelings of anxiety that welled up in her heart.

She chewed on her blanket and groaned with tears in her eyes.

Being alone in the dark reminded her of the hellish days of the past.

The memory of the first time she met her future master, Raidorl, flashed through her mind.

“The Six Witches of Doom.”

This is the name of a monster that has been appearing in human history for hundreds of years, and has often almost destroyed the world.

The eldest – Akasha, the Witch of Fire.

The second daughter – Carmelan, the Witch of Water.

The third daughter – Hoofle, the Witch Of Wind

Fourth daughter – Osman, the Witch Of Earth

Fifth daughter – Neimilia, the Witch Of Dark

And the Great Mother, Graslead, the Witch of Light

It was two years ago that Neimilia, one of those evil witches, met Raidorl Zain.

The Kingdom of Zain is a country in the west of the continent. In the south, there was a vast sea of trees that stretched over a fifth of the country.

It is a remote sea of trees where a vast amount of mana blows from the dragon veins and continues to discharge powerful demons by mutation.

Deep within the sea of trees, hidden from view by the dense foliage, stood the ruins of an old stone structure.

The ruins have been sealed off from the outside with magic and refuse to be entered by anyone.

“……….ha”

Inside these ruins, Neimilia sighs. 

Her hands and feet were bound by chains that hung from the ceiling and walls. Her body is not clothed in a single piece of cloth, and her white naked body is fully exposed in the darkness without a ray of light.

Her naked body is as spotless as virgin snow, untouched by anyone, and the silver hair cascading from her head is as beautiful as fine silverwork. Her eyes are golden and shine like the light of the full moon in the night sky, illuminating the darkness.

She was a work of art in her own right, but there was no one to admire her beauty in the ruins, where there was no room for an ant.

Neimilia, the Witch of Darkness, had spent hundreds of years in the lightless ruins of the Abyss. 

“………………I'm lonely. I want to talk to someone.”

Such words leaked from Neimilia's mouth.

The darkness of the abyss was not always a pain for Neimilia, the witch who controls ‘darkness’.

However, Neimilia never met anyone, and for hundreds of years spent alone, slowly her mind starts to break down.

In fact, she has done well. A normal person would go insane in less than a week if they were trapped alone in the dark with no light. The fact that Neimilia can live in such an environment for hundreds of years and still maintain an equilibrium in her mind is extraordinary.

However, even Neimilia's mind was reaching its limits.

Her mind, which had been gradually whittled down over hundreds of years, was on the verge of collapse, and in a few short days, her mind would sink into madness.

How this witch ended up in a never-ending captivity goes back hundreds of years.