Mother quietly stuck her hand out towards her foolish Son who’d failed to accomplish his duty. Reisel’s consciousness transformed the instant she’d seized his forehead with her small palm.
─No, what transformed wasn’t his consciousness. It was his very being. His arms and legs were taken away from him, and his body transformed with a crunch. Broken, flattened, regenerated, and remade anew; his brain and his organs were all churned about.
Reisel: [Abu, abubu, abubububububu]
Mother: [Aaaah, I’d been looking forward to increasing my collection, but I never thought I’d be parting with both my artifact and my son; oh what a disaster for me! Such a tragic woman!]
He could hear Mother’s voice. He could still hear it? His ears and his eyes had disappeared, he no longer had the form of a living creature, and yet, he still had his consciousness, he still was himself… himself, what was the meaning of that? The meaning of thinking, a head to think, thinking… what did those even mean, what did it mean, what did it mean─?
Mother: [KYAHAHA! ******* piece of shit! All of you, DIE!!]
He could hear Mother bellowing that out as she laughed loudly.
Mother’s laughing, so that means she’s happy, thus I have to be happy too.
As his brain was being twisted into those thoughts, Reisel─ The thing that was Reisel was obediently and diligently pruned.
Mother: [One of these days, one of these days, I will definitely get my hands on you. ─Isn’t that right, legacy of the Witch.]
─He was pruned.