It Is A Different World And Yet I Am Cultivating Monsters

I'm not good at talking to people.

Snow Witch.

That's why I came to be called after weather magic, when it was too powerful and my entire mountain range was shut down in the snow.

Originally, people stopped coming for me, which was convenient for me.

People who believe in rumors of things I've never done before and come to exterminate me, I hope they freeze them up and go home.

Anyway, as a witch, the environment was suitable for studying from a remote place.

The research I'm doing. It is a technology that produces monsters.

As far as I know, there are only five people in history who can freely create monsters in this world.

One of them is the great witch Miraka.

Many witches do research day and night to recreate the secret she created.

I was one of them and succeeded in creating a monster based on the knowledge taught by my parents.

The child's name is Doriard.

A girl with a figure but a plant on her lower body and roots on the ground.

For me, who lived away from contact with others, that child was the first person to come into contact with.

At first I was nervous about communicating, but gradually I got used to talking.

Someday I'll tell her about my research, about my future dreams.

If I had a chance to go out, I would have told them what I wanted to do at that time.

But I can't do that.

Because I'm not good at talking to people.

It took more than six months for Dori to speak properly.

If that's what I'm going to do, there's probably nothing I can do.

However, a situation has come that cannot be said.

One day, Dori got sick.

I don't know the cause. I don't know what to do.

She is a monster, to ask the city doctor. And I can't tell the first person what I'm familiar with.

Dori's illness made me realize the size of her existence for the first time.

Dori kept listening to my conversation with a smile because of her poor speech and her disjointed nature.

I couldn't say it to her, but she's my first friend.

The friend is gone.

No, I want to do something about it.

But what do we do?

That's how I found Mandragola, wandering down the mountain in the woods.

They were the supreme ingredients of Mandragora, as well as the cure for all diseases.

I took her away and wondered if I could cure Dori.

But even if I took her home, Dori would just shake her neck.

"She can't cure me, and you can't kill her for me."

I knew it. That's true.

But I still wanted to do something about it.

I want to save Dori. My only friend.

Mandragola talked to me who was seriously worried about what to do.

"Well, I don't know what's going on, but if you took me to save this man, my master might be able to handle it."

Master? Was this mandragora not a natural occurrence, but someone who made it?

However, if this is the case with her husband, he has the ability to cultivate monsters. Then you might be able to save me.

But what should I say?

If only I had asked the man who took this child.

When I looked at the crystal, I saw three people entering this mountain.

One of them walks desperately in front of the snow. Is that who this guy is?

I'm so desperate. Trying to get back what was taken.

Oh, I see. Someone cares about this Mandragora as much as I do about Dori.

When I realized that, I was embarrassed and wanted to say what I had to say at the same time.

It is true that I caused trouble to her husband, even if he could not help me. Let's just apologize.

And when those men came through the mountains into my tower,

I show myself in front of them and bow my head.

"... I'm sorry. Please help me."

That was the line I thought about best when I wasn't good at talking to people.