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Goodnight, Novelites.

Day 9 is wizard, or in Shiori's case, witch.
Perfect time to incorporate Iroihs into writing so I'm doing it, have fun with it and enjoy.
Rentry for previous days is: https://rentry.org/sggoi
>Shiori stares into a mirror, her reflection stares back at her with an evil grin.
>"I'm not an evil witch."
>She repeats this to herself, over and over.
>Her reflection speaks back to her.
>"No no, you're not an evil witch, of course not, you didn't cast all those hexes, all those curses, you didn't plague the farmers or blight the water! Ehehehe. That was all me! Ah but wait...I'm also you!"
>Shiori begins to cry, her tears running down her face
>"I-I'm not an evil witch."
>Her face is shaky, she sniffles as she tries to talk to herself in the mirror
>"You're not an evil witch, you're just you, and I'm also you."
>She screams back after hearing the voice in her head: "YOU AREN'T ME!"
>Suddenly all of the voices stop, she sees herself panting in front of the mirror and proceeds to wash her face.
>The next day in the town square, Shiori is there in her shop.
>Many townspeople have come to know Shiori, the benevolent witch.
>They come to her for healing, good luck, fortune readings and other things.
>You drag yourself in to her shop, your leg is injured.
>"Anon? you're back with another injury huh?"
>You look at her and smile awkwardly, sitting on a chair
>She brings a chair, sitting across from you. She then takes your leg, resting it on her lap.
>"I've grown accustomed to your frequent visits, though I've started to feel as though you get injured so you have an excuse to come see me."
>She giggles as she says this, deep down, maybe her words are right, you like seeing her, even as she's wearing her hat and holding her staff, she still seems like a cute girl to you.
>A faint light envelops your leg, and soon after the injury is gone
>"There, all better Anon."
>You stand up and test your leg, it's true, the injury is gone.
>She smiles at you gently, but then the sounds of multiple footsteps, marching footsteps, are heard outside.
>The two of you walk outside of her shop to see multiple guards standing in front
>One particular guard steps forward, he looks like a man that only got his position by bribing others.
>"Miss Shiori Novella, the lord of the town would like to see you to discuss the allegations surrounding you and the 'plague' you brought to the neighbouring town."
>You've heard of the lord of the town before, outright scum that sleeps with whatever woman he could get his hands on.
>You step in front of Shiori in anger, claiming that the lord has the wrong person.
>The guard immediately punches you in the stomach and tosses you back towards Shiori.
>You land in her arms, but as you glance up at Shiori, what you see isn't a normal reaction
>You could almost see what looks to be an evil grin, followed by the sounds of slight giggling.
>However as soon as you blink, her face returns to that full of worry.
>"Anon?! Are you ok?!" She exclaims.
>Several of the guards then proceed to vandalize her shop, breaking the windows, tearing down her bookshelves, slicing and killing her plants
>"What the hell are you doing?!" You barely stumble to your feet and question the guards
>The guard that had punched you earlier steps up and announces: "This is a taste of the lord's fury, and there'll be more to come if Miss Novella doesn't comply."
>The guards step out of the now broken down shop and they all collectively walk off.
>You quickly turn to Shiori who's now on her knees in front of her shop.
>You place a hand on her shoulder, however as it rests on her shoulder, you begin to hear giggling
>"Ahhh...Poor Shiori, what did I tell you? It's ok, rest. I'll handle the rest."
>You're somewhat disturbed by the sounds of Shiori talking to herself, however you nudge at her again out of concern, calling her name: "Shiori?"
>She then faces you, her eyes no longer shining the beautiful gold they normally do, but now reflect a deep black, as if staring into a void.
>"Ah, Shiori cherishes you quite a bit, I wonder how she'd feel if she saw your lifeless corpse, would she call out for me more?"
>The tone of her voice holds no warmth, her words hold no kindness, instead it's almost wicked, cold, unfeeling, inherently evil.
>"Shiori what's wrong?!" You ask in utter confusion, as she has never spoke like this before.
>Her grin becomes wider, her eyes of deep black stare into your soul and her response is as cold as a frozen winter night: "Shiori is not here right now, but I'm also a part of Shiori."