Vampires and Witches
Death after life 2

Grinning while staring satisfiedly at Rara. The pledeton then cast a checking spell. He must know why Rara got here. Its existence is clearly not part of this world.

His two eyes blinked, as he looked at the scene after scene that Rara had been through. Rara still cussed Pledeton with the cost of the word rough. Rara is like a fierce cat who hates bathing.

The other witches were still confused, seemingly unwilling to make an impulsive conclusion.

"They're using my descendants!" pledeton sounds are rising.

"They're who?" ask one of the witches behind the pledeton named Leonor.

"Craish Nation! Our nation!" this time the Pledeton yelled in frustration.

"Hey, you're crazy! How can our nation use this girl?"

"If you look at the memories for the memories I've seen. Of course you'll agree with me! How long have we been dead, huh?"

"I've stopped counting, Pledeton," Hekasia replied in a nodding gesture from the others.

The pledeton's pissed off not a bitch. This time he intends to try to return to the world in order to eradicate the crazy pests that are trying to take advantage of Rara. However, the Pledeton knew he had no power to live anymore. If he comes back, he'll be a creepy skeleton. Not with a whole body when he was still a great witch.

"So right, this young witch was taken advantage of by our nation? The Craish?" yvonka asked while clenching both of her hands tightly.

The pledeton nodded steadily. His black hair fluttered after the silence hit all of them. Rara still tightened her teeth tightly. He seemed frustrated to see how he was.

So they're all Craish? The witches before? he said in his heart.

Pledeton, Yvonka, Leonor and Hekasia are unique names and I seem to have read them from the history books of the Craish. Finally both of Rara's eyes were wide open. His gaze turned into the gaze of a fan who met his idol.

"You founders!" pekik Rara is happy not to be a bitch.

"How could I have forgotten about you. Hey you all seem to be forty years old. You don't know how famous you all are on Planet Craish!"

All eyes were astonished at the change of the young mage before them. They already knew for sure that the witches were always trying to be vigilant when it came to this world.

"Are we that famous?" ask Hekasia shyly.

"of course! You guys beat Malondra's fame! You're Hekasia, right? Hekasia Haihzob?"

"Yes, right. I'm Hekasia Haihzob."

"You are the ancestor of my best friend, Eron Haihzob! You need to know, Eron is one of the top level magicians. Your descendants have become tier 3 magicians!" clearly Rara excitedly will be proud he became a friend of Eron.

Hekasia smiled a satisfied smile. Apparently his descendants are very proud.

"I have many stories about your descendants that are so amazing! However, I would like to ask the Pledeton first. This black-haired ancestor of mine."

The pledeton nodded his head in agreement.

"Why did you choose suicide? You don't know that you made your descendants, including me, so ashamed of their mistrust of your abilities! May I know why?" rara asked while tilting her head.

"Oh, the Pledeton's angry again!" Yvonka gasped when she saw the expression of the pledeton that seemed to be struck by her heart.

"So you didn't kill yourself?"

"No, my descendants. I didn't kill myself. Absolutely not! Looks like someone faked my story" said Pledeton accompanied by a nod by other witches.

"Is my death so heartbreaking that such crazy speculations arise?" ask the Pledeton to Rara.

"Well, in the history books, it's clear that you stuck your wand in your heart. Intentionally. Se-nga-ja."

"Crazy yeah!" The pledeton yelled inadmissibly. His breath goes up and down, he does not understand how such misunderstandings are recorded, published and disseminated.

"I was at war and it was the Irish that cast a spell on me, that I might do it. I wasn't dead at the time, because I had my heart somewhere in Craish. So I basically have no heart. I live by consuming my innate mana. You as my descendant know very well that the Pledeton was born with abundant mana and above average memory ability."

"Ahhh, just like that was the original story," Rara was stunned for a moment.

"Can you first release the spell on both my legs and both my hands? I want to talk while sitting down, not like a show like this" Rara gently pinta.

The flick of the Pledeton's two fingers made Rara's body fall straight to the ground. Slightly blinking his lips sign of protest Rara immediately followed the steps on the founder of the Craish nation.

They all ended up sitting and staring at each other.

"What's so terrible what happened to you, son? So you can get here?"

"It looks like I'm dead. My strength is not enough to make Mom come back to life. My mother's Moon Pledeton, she married the King of the Irish. Kyungjae what was her last name I forgot," Rara pinched her temple fervently, trying to remember.

"All I remember is I vomited blood, and then I was in the dark and found a speck of light, I followed it and I ended up here. With all of you."

This time Yvonka smiled faintly. His face was filled with a smile filled with many meanings.

"Maybe you should meet us. Usually God is indeed prosperous in some creature of his creation," always while laughing elegantly.

"Is there anything we can help you with? Maybe you're still here? I'm sure you're not dead, yet" Hekasia stumbled upon Rara's body with her eyes.

Rara's body was indeed different from the witches here. The witches here were surrounded by a black light while Rara was surrounded by a golden light. For all of them. It was a new phenomenon they felt.

Finally, they all agreed to tell their life experiences one by one to try to correct some of the stories that have been spread to the Craish to date. They feel that the arrival of Rara can correct the lapse of their stories.

With an enthusiastic face, Rara finally agreed to their request and tried to focus from one story to another. Rara thought that this time, she could solve the puzzle that had always haunted her to this day.

"Basically, you all want your good names to be untainted and I have an obligation to straighten them out, right?" they all nodded.

"Alright, but instead I just want to know a few things. Including will I come back to life? If yes, then how? And also can you know how to heal my Mother, the Moon Pledeton? Then if not, will I but be with you?" ask Rara curiously.

The witches chuckled happily to hear ya. It seemed, the young witch before them had already loosened her guard. Perhaps this is the best day for all those who are waiting for reincarnation.

"Life after death is there, son," replied the Pledeton with a faint smile framing his face.