Volume 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Being Dug Up

Just when Eve thought she was going to be dug up and turned into a witch’s trophy, a blinding light shone so bright she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Although the source of that light was actually just a dim, small oil lamp, Eve, who hadn’t been exposed to bright light for a long time, wasn’t feeling very comfortable.

 

And obviously, the person who dug her up probably wasn’t feeling too good either after seeing Eve instinctively shield her eyes with her arm.

 

After all, the fact that Eve, who was reportedly executed by hanging by the church, was still alive now was horrifying enough just to think about.

 

After Eve’s eyes adjusted to the change in lighting around her, she realized it was currently deep night. Thankfully it was nighttime, if she had been dug up at noon, Eve felt she would have turned to dust on the spot.

 

No wonder those monsters in novels are afraid of sunlight, because for those who have been in darkness for extended periods, encountering sunlight might not result in receiving the sun’s kiss, but rather a slap in the face from it.

 

“Are- are you human or ghost?”

 

Just as Eve slowly sat up from the coffin, she noticed a mud-covered little girl, apparently the one who had dug her up.

 

The little girl tremblingly held up her oil lamp, her pretty face, though smeared with dirt, was now drained of all color, as white as snow.

 

Eve looked at this somewhat familiar-feeling little girl, feeling like she’d seen her somewhere before.

 

“Don’t- don’t come closer! You should have been dead for almost 2 years, how… how are you still alive?”

 

The little girl grabbed the shovel in her hand and held it in front of herself, attempting to use it to stop Eve.

 

But Eve didn’t say anything, just quietly looked at her, never opening her mouth.

 

That delicate face showed no expression, and in the dim light, it really did look quite creepy.

 

It wasn’t that Eve was trying to act cool by not speaking, but rather she hadn’t spoken for so long that if she tried to speak now, she’d be lucky not to come out with “blah blah.”

 

However, what surprised her more was… she had been dead for 2 years?

 

Does this mean that after passing out from that hanging, she woke up almost 2 years later?

 

Calculating this way, the little ungrateful child would be about 10 going on 11 years old now, which according to the original story’s timeline, would be the second year after she became the Holy Maiden.

 

It was also the middle to late period when the dragon-pride protagonist was using her, and after this period, when the protagonist no longer needed the church’s resources, this pitiful little ungrateful child would be kicked aside.

 

In other words, it wouldn’t be long before Eve could witness the little ungrateful child’s downfall firsthand.

 

She seemed to understand why she was dug up at this time, and also became curious about the little girl who had dug her up.

 

In the middle of the night like this, this girl was clearly terrified of ghosts, so why would she come to dig her up?

 

“What do you mean by digging me up in the middle of the night?”

 

Eve had originally intended to kindly ask the little girl before her what her purpose was.

 

But because she hadn’t spoken for so long, plus her voice carried a hint of hoarseness and seriousness, the little girl, already in a highly stressed state, immediately fainted from fright.

 

At this moment, Eve really did look like a fierce witch.

 

Especially in this gloomy and terrifying environment, putting herself in the same situation, Eve would have fainted on the spot too.

 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

 

Eve looked at the collapsed little girl who had even rolled her eyes back, feeling quite helpless.

 

She felt like slapping herself, if she had scared the girl into developing some kind of condition, she couldn’t take responsibility for that.

 

However, at this moment the weather was uncooperative, and a light drizzle began to fall.

 

With no choice, Eve could only figure out how to carry her to a small abandoned cabin at the edge of the cemetery.

 

The cabin was in disarray, apparently the former residence of the cemetery keeper, though judging by the dust covering everything, it probably hadn’t been inhabited for a long time.

 

Eve, being someone with maxed-out housekeeping skills, quickly and efficiently cleaned the cabin spotless.

 

She put the little girl on the bed and found she was soaking wet all over, with mud everywhere, it looked like she had been in the rain for some time.

 

After simply helping clean her up, Eve was surprised to discover that this little girl was truly beautiful.

 

She also recognized who she was, when Eve was still determined to be a good person and shed her witch identity, she often took care of this little girl.

 

Her name was Leah, a little girl with no family. Though young, she was very independent, and gifted with powerful abilities, considered one of the outstanding practitioners of magic among humans.

 

Unfortunately, before meeting Eve, she had to rely on begging for food every day, let alone develop her talent.

 

Eve had helped her, sponsored her to attend the magic academy established by the church, and occasionally provided her with some assistance.

 

Actually, for the naturally kind Eve, this wasn’t anything special, in her memory, she had helped more than a dozen children like this.

 

Leah was just one of them.

 

So Eve was surprised why she would come here in the middle of the night to dig up her grave two years after her “death.”

 

She was clearly terrified, her small body trembling like a sieve.

 

But when Eve was tidying up her mud-covered dress, she found a small box of pills in the dress pocket.

 

When Eve saw the pills, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes involuntarily.

 

“Poison? Why would she have poison in her pocket?”