Only God
Chapter 326 - 283: Farewell

Chapter 326: Chapter 283: Farewell

Mona watched as Solamus returned to her dwelling in the forest, and she hurried out to greet him.

Human emotions do not just vanish into thin air; they always need something to cling to.

Ever since she had become deeply disappointed in her mother, Mona had subconsciously entrusted her emotions to Solamus, without even realizing it herself.

Faced with Mona coming towards her, Solamus smiled.

Mona was a bit stunned; she rarely saw this witch crack a smile.

"Master... where have you been?"

Mona asked in a low voice.

Unbeknownst to her, she was already in her twenties. For most humans, being in their twenties meant they had lived through a small portion of their lives. However, for Mona, who had become a witch, a vast amount of magic potions could extend her lifespan to four or five hundred years.

Solamus stroked Mona’s head gently, just like before.

"Mona, I have to leave."

Mona looked at Solamus in shock.

She could hardly believe the witch’s words.

To be told by someone who had been by your side for more than a decade that they were leaving, anyone would feel overwhelmed.

"What do you mean by this?"

Mona was momentarily at a loss for words.

The giant python Sam slithered over from not too far away. Its animal instincts alerted it to something amiss, and it hissed anxiously.

Solamus repeated herself:

"I am leaving, leaving this place, to go to the next."

"I came back to say farewell to you."

Mona felt at a loss, and the giant python Sam started to swing its tail restlessly.

She had originally thought that she would live in this forest dwelling forever with the witch in front of her, welcoming unexpected visitors together, using magic potions to bewitch the world... until, four or five hundred years later, the witch would die of old age first, and then she would die.

But now, the witch was telling her that she was leaving.

"Where are you going?"

After a long pause, Mona asked with a trembling voice,

"Are you going to leave me alone? Just like my name?"

Solamus stroked Mona’s head and said in a low voice:

"Mona, a witch is always alone, a witch will always be lonely."

Mona could hardly hold back; tears streamed down her cheeks.

The delayed grief surged through her; she had lost her mother’s love, and now she was about to lose Solamus.

"Mona, is there anything you want to say?"

Solamus held Mona gently.

On the eve of parting, she no longer needed to pretend to be indifferent.

Mona sobbed; apart from the day she lost a bet, the girl had never been this heartbroken.

"I don’t know, I don’t know!"

Mona cried out.

But Solamus could see that deep inside, Mona had something she wanted to say to her, but just couldn’t bring herself to say it right now.

Sam nudged Solamus; it too hoped its master would stay.

After a long while, perhaps finally understanding that Solamus’s decision to leave was final, Mona gradually stopped crying and asked with a choked voice:

"What is your name? You never told me what your name is."

Solamus looked at the tender girl, her eyes filled with pity,

"I can’t tell you my true name yet,"

"Because that name is like thunder, and you cannot bear to hear it.

But you may call me ’Sola.’"

Upon hearing this, Mona muttered:

"Sola? I’ll remember that..."

Solamus nodded, gently releasing Mona, yet the girl in her arms held her even tighter.

"I will stay here in the future, becoming a hidden witch."

Mona whispered to Solamus,

"I will clean this place every week, take good care of our Sam, and I’ll brew more magic potions to fill our magic potion room."

"Oh, you’re such a good girl."

"Then... Can you tell me..."

Mona took a deep breath, summoning her courage to ask:

"Sola, will you come back? If so, when will you be able to come back?"

Solamus had anticipated Mona would ask such a question and responded with a wry smile and gentle voice:

"I will, I can see that future.

And it won’t be a long wait, not more than three hundred years.

Then, I will fly in the sky, blowing a horn, and behind me, there will be many more like me."

Mona listened to Solamus’s description, her eyes revealing a glimmer of yearning and longing.

"Many more like you... An army of witches?"

Upon hearing this, Solamus couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

Mona, quite puzzled, wondered if she had misspoken.

Solamus didn’t elaborate further, her magnificent eyes gazing upon the girl as if she had already read Mona’s entire future.

She leaned close to Mona’s ear, whispering instructions:

"Mona, a hundred years after I leave, Sam will be grown enough that you should find it a volcano to rest in, which will be suitable for its slumber.

This forest cottage may see some odd visitors, you need not be nervous, whatever they say, don’t be afraid. You should deal with unwelcome guests the same way I did.

You must keep brewing magic potions, lest you lose your touch. If someone seeks magic potions from you, act according to your heart, remember, you are a witch..."

Solamus prattled on with many instructions to Mona, having come to view her as a sister or daughter through years of companionship. And Mona listened intently, not missing a single word.

After a while, Solamus finished imparting all the instructions, and it was time to leave.

Mona looked at the angel masquerading as a witch, her heart filled with reluctance.

Solamus bent down, gently kissed Mona’s forehead, and then softly closed her eyes; when Mona opened them again, the witch had vanished without a trace.

Mona clutched the wooden staff left by Solamus and slowly donned the pitch-black robe, with Sam hissing beside her, following her lead.

She became the Witch of the Secret Forest.

Before long, the world would gain another legend concerning a witch and her magic potions.

Somewhere in a foreboding, eerie secret forest lived a beautiful and mysterious witch.

Her gaze was detached, her heart cold, with pythons for companions, and within the bubbling cauldron, the magic potion was wondrous beyond measure.

To obtain the magic potion, one had to pay a corresponding price.

Travelers went to great lengths longing to set foot in this place, to acquire the coveted magic potion, only to realize at the end that they couldn’t possibly afford the cost of the potion.

For this reason, the witch’s image in people’s tales was always malevolent and eerie.

Countless girls were sent into the secret forest by parents desiring the magic potion, with no one knowing what awaited these children.

In any case, many years later,

A secretive organization known as the Witch Gathering was born into this world.