The Garden That Colors the Earth (13)

The witch had a peaceful expression for the first time in a very long while.

Her bloodless, parched face and deeply sunken eyes were unchanged, but there was no sign of pain.

Her slightly parted lips even seemed to form a faint smile.

Perhaps because the moment she had longed for countless times had finally arrived.

-Scrape, scrape.

Esca removed the things that had bound her body.

He cut away the flowers eating into her skin, then severed the roots connected to the garden.

Finally, when the stalk coiled around her ankle was severed, the witch's body, which had been joined to the garden as though they were one for so many years, came completely free.

Shabel carefully laid her down on a flat surface and looked down at her face.

A completely different expression from when they had first met...