After the Great Witch nominated me as her disciple, I naturally began to accompany the Great Witch.
“Anyway, with that temper… If I gave him a good prosthetic body as a gift, he should be grateful, why get angry?”
The rustling sound of clothes brushing.
The Great Witch left a low murmur while in the midst of walking. Though her pace was slow due to her small stature.
I carefully matched my stride so as not to offend my master’s pride and asked.
“You gave him a prosthetic body as a gift?”
“Ah, didn’t I mention it? That girl’s prosthetic body. It seemed too fitting for that sword maniac, so I sent it as a gift not long ago. Then he came today and raised his voice loudly……!”
The Great Witch, complaining like that, truly seemed aggrieved.
In the tone of having given a precious gift and received not appreciation but poor treatment, I pondered for a moment how to react. Even so, the choices I could make were only a few.
“……The Sword Duke has poor aesthetic sense.”
How could I offer bitter words to my sky-like master?
At my empty agreement, the Great Witch excitedly snorted, heh heh.
“That’s what I’m saying! After swinging a…