It was night in the Great Forest.
Ordinarily, the difference in time was not particularly great, but the day had grown unusually dark today. For a shaman, the fact that the times at which the sun rose and set had changed was an exceedingly serious matter.
Because it meant that the laws governing the world had gone awry.
Yet the Archwitch, who had left the cabin alone tonight, wore an utterly composed expression.
She merely smoked her non-toxic pipe as usual.
At least until her hopeless disciple came hopping toward her.
“M-Master! Master!”
Hoo—
The Archwitch exhaled a plume of smoke and glanced to the side.
There stood a petite girl wearing a pointed hat.
Elsie Rynella.
Her housemate, her second disciple, and also……
Hm. Well.
If one absolutely had to define it, perhaps a romantic rival? Maybe? Perhaps not?
Whatever.
Tonight, she felt like enjoying herself alone.
“D-Didn’t you feel that just now?! Something, something…… like a jolt went straight through me from the crown of my head……!”
“At least you are not completely without talent.”
Her tone was curt, as always.
Making no effort to hide her…