"If it were me, I would cut off my own left index and middle fingers, then throw them to her and say: Keep these as a memento. You clearly deserved more, but now this is all you deserve."
Theresa blinked, completely failing to understand. The woman in the coffin stared expressionlessly at Shade for a moment, removed the three rings from her fingers, and tossed them onto the black soil outside the grave. Then she took off the gold earring hidden beneath her hair on her left ear and threw that to him as well.
She then lay back down, and the stone coffin's lid closed by itself. Shade bent down and picked up the four burial objects, guessing that she must still have at least one gold earring on her right ear.
But he was not greedy. He quickly used an ordinary shovel to restore the dug-up grave to its original state.
Only after the grave had been restored did Theresa ask curiously:
"What did you mean just now?"
Shade reminded her:
"Didn't you see? Her left index and middle fingers had fresh wounds. They were cut off around the time of her death. I guessed they were kept as souvenirs."
But Theresa still did not understand:
"Didn't she have many lovers? Do you think that apprentice kept the two fingers?"
"The apprentice assassinated her own teacher and heard her teacher say such excessive things before dying. There was only a very small chance that she would let someone else handle the corpse. Whether it was to protect herself or because of the love and hatred in her heart, the apprentice definitely buried this Witch herself. She would probably even claim that her teacher had merely disappeared."
That was how Shade explained it. The bespectacled young girl thought for