Witch trials

Her father was rarely speechless.

It's true, Phoebe was not only the first kid on the field to finish, she was also the fastest, the youngest, and the one who didn't have an emotional reaction from start to finish.

It was ten minutes before another child, Daniel, appeared who had completed the task.

Unfortunately, Daniel's maid ran away crying and wailing after Daniel finished shooting, Daniel stayed where he was, his hand shaking with the gun hanging down, his head lowered, and he looked emotionally reactive.

So her father spoke coldly and disgruntled: "Daniel, though a boy no more than you, reacts too heavily to being shot by someone close to him."

Phoebe shrugged noncommittally, and she turned back to unintentionally lock eyes with her own mother, who had been helped off the field.

Her mother, whose feet were softened with fear, saw her look over, but winked playfully, gave a veiled thumbs-up, and said by word of mouth-[How marvelous!

Phoebe lifted the corners of her lips very lightly.

Phoebe was one of the few kids who was still in the mood to go to the shooting range restroom after the training. She had just come out of the restroom when she heard a faint cry, and Phoebe turned her head to see Daniel, lying on the sink with his eyes red and biting his lower lip.

Two wordless glances were exchanged, and the degree of understanding bred by years of rivalry made them understand almost as quickly what the other was about to do.

Daniel quickly turned his head away, his tone was extremely nasty, "Warning you Sinchimani Phoebe , you'd better not come to see my jokes at this time, I'm in a bad mood and I'll kill you."

But since there was still a certain amount of crying in his voice, it made the threat seem weak.

Phoebe leaned back against the wall with her arms wrapped around her chest, her tone even, "You don't have the guts to shoot a maid, do you have the guts to shoot me?"

Daniel gazed at her almost bloodily, his tone self-deprecating and sarcastic, "I'm certainly not like you, possessing the courage to shoot at my own mother, you're practically identical to father."

Phoebe looked at Daniel, who still had tears in his eyes, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "I didn't actually have the guts to point the gun at her either."

Daniel "Ha?!" For a moment, he stared weirdly and subtly at Phoebe, who didn't seem to be lying : "You just shot your mom ten times."

"All I have is the ability to never hit her." Phoebe shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "I'm not incompetent and weak like you, it's just a ten-meter target, I'm still confident in that."

Daniel: "......"

This guy really needs a beating.

But even with Phoebe's debt, Daniel couldn't come up with a single rebuttal - the guy was a genius in that regard.

In the programs her father tested, she almost always came in first by a wide margin, and sometimes Daniel felt as if he was not competing with a human being, but a machine made specifically to rule the Sinchimani family.

"So?" Daniel disliked back in a good-natured manner, "Did you come to me and say those things just to show off your fine heir qualities?"

"No." Phoebe's tone and demeanor went cold for a split second as she snapped closer to Daniel, the similarity of the faces brought Daniel a sense of oppression he couldn't have imagined, he took a step back as Phoebe's green eyes, darker in color than his, stared right back at him, "I'm telling you all this in the hopes that you'd better run faster to catch up to me. "

"A sole heir would bring all of my father's eyes down on me, and that can't be good for me or my mother."

"Here's a piece of pro-advice for you - give up all that childish weakness of yours, Daniel, and when you have the ability to shoot someone who won't kill the person across the street you care about, you won't be hiding in tears like a puppy who's been kicked in the face by its owner."

After saying that, Phoebe instantly regained her indifferent expression as she naturally pushed Daniel away to wash her hands, waved her hand and turned to leave, "By the way, I hate it when people say I'm like my father, and I'll kick your ass the next time you say that."

Daniel was frozen in place for a moment before he slowly looked up, then he broke down for a second, "Sinchimani Phoebe!!!"

"This is the men's restroom!!!"

The days passed uneventfully with all sorts of rivalries, until the year Daniel turned sixteen and Phoebe turned thirteen, when they were to be officially put on the Sinchimani family stage for one last competition.

The theme of the competition was [Western Cowboys], where they had to walk ten paces back-to-back like two Western cowboys, then turn around and face each other with guns drawn, and win by hitting one of the blood packets tied to each other's hands and feet at the four joints, as well as at the neck and stomach.

But with real guns.

So this competition has two outcomes, the first one of them breaks the blood pack with precision, but doesn't kill the other.

The other is where one of them kills the other outright.

Her father sits leisurely on the viewing platform and explains to Phoebe, "If one of you beats the other to death, it means that you have a grudge against the other, and that the other can't be of use to you, and since I don't like to see a power struggle that hurts after I get to the top, it's best to let the strongest person settle his or her own grudge before he or she gets to the top. "

In short, it means that if one of the parties has doubts about the other, then they will simply kill the other in this game, and from then on, they will sit firmly in the first place of the heir.

"But if the strong man is kind-hearted, and has cherished and utilized the other party, and has controlled his gun, and has not only not been killed by the other party in the struggle, but has only dispersed with precision the six packets of blood on the other party-this is sufficient proof that whichever party is victorious possesses the power of controlling the other party, and that nature can stay and be used for you."

Her father looked over at Phoebe and smiled lovingly, "But the Sinchimani family has had only one heir from this pedestal for generations, Phoebe, do you understand what I mean?"

"Daniel is not the right brother for you."

Phoebe was just silent and didn't answer, it wasn't that she didn't mean to answer but she had a sudden crushing pain in the small of her back and got up to go to the bathroom about an hour before the game started.

A sharp pain that tore through her wound came steadily from her abdomen, and she was the only one in the bathroom as she slumped over the toilet and kept gasping for breath, her fists clenched and cold sweat seeping from her pale face.

The constant, insidious pain was almost like the ache from an unhealed wound after a heavy punch to the abdomen, and she had never been so weak.

What's wrong with her ......?

Quickly, after seeing the blood on her pants, she reacted - she should have gone into some sort of physical reaction, something her mother had always reminded her to carry at all times.

There would be no such thing as sanitary napkins in the Sinchimani family's bathroom, so from the time she turned twelve, her mother would have placed them in her clothes, but the Sinchimani family's bathroom had a variety of clothes that could be changed at any time - after all, it was often the scene of all kinds of juvenile episodes.

Phoebe quickly changed out of her clothes as she stared at the countdown on her watch and sat down on the toilet and leaned back, closing her eyes and adjusting her breathing as she adjusted herself to the eerie feeling of a throbbing pain in her abdomen.

"Hello." Daniel's voice came out hesitantly, "It's about to start, what are you doing?"

Phoebe opened her eyes and she saw Daniel standing outside the women's restroom, staring in disbelief at a visibly uncomfortable Phoebe : "You're hurt?!"

"No." Phoebe rebuffed flatly, and after a moment's interval added, "Well, the equivalent of being hurt is, after all, bleeding."

Daniel hesitated for a long moment, "So you're on ......"

Is that what he thinks it is?

Phoebe gave him a cold look, "My uterus is bleeding, the lining of my uterus is peeling away, I'm getting used to the sensation, nothing else you can fuck off."

Daniel: "......"

Would it kill this man to be more tactful?

Daniel wanted to ask if it would affect the game, but looking at Phoebe's rapid breathing and pale, cold-sweat-streaked face, he retracted his inquiry - well, judging by the state of things, the little devil had indeed been badly affected.

"Shall we put the match on hold then?" Daniel politely inquired.

"No need." Phoebe raised her eyes, her demeanor still calm and arrogant, "I'll beat you just the same, you just might have to bleed a little, don't worry, not much more than me."

Daniel: "......"

"Father wouldn't agree to a reprieve either." Phoebe The tone was calm, "Come on."

"Wait." Daniel paused as he glanced at Phoebe, looked away, and pulled out a slab of painkillers and handed it over, his voice slurred, "Do you want ...... to take a couple before you go up?"

He's used to getting a couple of painkillers before he hits the field because of his years of being bloodied by Phoebe.

Phoebe gave Daniel a weird look, "Why are you helping me?"

"Not helping you." Daniel looked just as cold, "Just giving you a pro-tip, take it or leave it."

With that, Daniel dropped the painkillers and was just about to turn to leave when Phoebe called out to him, her tone subtle, "You're thanking me for not listening to your father all these years, for plundering what your mother left you, and for forcing you to grow up to catch up with me all the time, aren't you?"

Daniel's back gave a lurch, then left.

"I'm in for a real treat." Phoebe muttered to herself as she dryly broke open the painkillers and ate two of them, her face quickly returning to normal.

"The game is officially on."

Daniel and Phoebe stood back to back on the dais, their movements as one as they quickly took a step forward, raising their guns flat to the sky, their equally green eyes focused on the guns in front of them.

"Ten, nine ...... three, two, one."

"Duel!"

Phoebe took a deep breath, leaned across and turned to avoid the first shot from above, then quickly rolled closer to Daniel, who was ten paces away, eyes blazing as he cocked the gun and pulled the trigger:

"Bang--!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Daniel is on the ground, and Phoebe is breathing heavily as she holds the gun up to Daniel, who is bleeding from the side of his neck.

Daniel opened his eyes.

Phoebe withdrew her eyes expressionlessly as she turned without looking back and walked off the stage, stumbling a little as she descended the steps and quickly getting to her feet.

All six of Daniel's blood packs were punctured with precision, and only a little bit of blood flowed from a graze on his leg - exactly as Phoebe had said earlier.

Looking at the side of Phoebe's face as she talked calmly to her admiring father, Daniel's eyes wavered--

--This guy is really, no matter what the situation is, his hand with the weapon is incredibly steady.

It s really ...... purely powerful, so powerful that he can t even give birth to the thought of resistance.

What kind of faith does one harbor to maintain such stability in this sinful family?