Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

The wind is twitching. The temperature should be much cooler than the climate I'm used to, but I'm not used to the feeling of sticking to my skin. I just know that the sun is weak, even in the building. It only takes a little longer to walk than my usual life, I'm happy with that.

I wondered how adventurous I had been the last month or so. All the way to the mansion, just a life to be worshipped. Being respected by someone was accustomed, natural, and at the same time too boring. Anyone who wanted it was ready to dawn. Yet I just took that opportunity because of my own existence.

I kept being called a 'witch' and I even forgot my original name. If I had dawned my seat, I would have had trouble figuring out how to name it.

It's finally over.

Spend some time just being slow. I think this time is the last respite.

There was a rubbing noise in the room where the book was stretched multiple times. If anything, my daughter is half-faced and staring at me. My daughter's name means Jazz Guru, 'Spring Flowers'. She was brought here about a year ago, and she's not born to have a voice.

It would be wild to ask what it was like to have come this way. I found that it looks adorable and neat, but my hands and feet are thin and undernourished. I heard you can't read the letters, but you can hear the ears, so I understand this story. The lack of knowledge was, on the contrary, convenient.

When the witch makes the call, the jazz guru approaches with joy. I have no guests today. I've been on the sick floor for the past few days and never dealt with a jazz guru. I have to cover you up.

The witch smiles at her daughter, who comes happy. When the witch softly gets off the sleeping table, she brings the tools she placed beside the room. There is paint inside. Apply the red paint to your forehead as it creases at the tip of your finger. Sounds fun, but it stays.

I'm a little more childish than I look, whether it's because I don't talk to other people or because I don't have any learning.

When she made the red painted face, the witch gave out parchment. Line up the dye on your desk and give the jazz guru a waterfowl feather.

"What dreams did you have today?

When the witch hears, Jazzguru starts painting with clumsy hands. There is no voice, no letters, and the means to convey is a boring picture.

I get enthusiastic when I start painting. I just can't be in a witch's room all the time. It's almost mealtime.

Go back to your room.

Pass the paper and dye together to the jazz guru. Because the parchment is bulky, the jazz guru drops a few pieces unacceptably. I was picking up a piece of paper and looking at a witch who still wanted to be with me, but I just had to. Touch your head more carefully than usual.

"I can't stay with you forever. You can paint alone."

The witch smiles when she sees a kooky nod.

Some time after the jazz guru leaves, an entourage comes along. The witch calls it 'The Witch'. Witch, the meaning is similar to 'witch'. She would also be as forgotten a name as a witch. He succeeds from his predecessors, and has been beside the witch for nearly twenty years now.

"Witch" means "Divine Son."

Reminds me of what my predecessor, the Witch, said. If you're going to serve "Divine Son," you deserve to call it "Witchcraft." Because it is the work of the witch (f) to hear the voice of God.

When did "Divine Son" become known as "Witch"? Either because there were only women to be chosen, or because there were only women left?

The witch also thought she was worthy of being a 'witch' again.

It was found at an early age by a previous generation of witches. I grew up in the back of the palace long before my heart took over.

I was told it was special. Red eyes on white hair and white skin. I was told that God's voice could be heard because of the lack of color.

Every move becomes divination, and the witch reads it.

White witch fortune strikes. I was sitting in the back of the palace as God, the only person who couldn't even lift his head, no, can I treat him as a person?

Witches don't need to learn. Its existence should be the supreme. Generations of witches never taught witches to learn. The witch who has raised the witch must have been a pervert.

Still, it must have been something the world didn't know.

'Witch', with its first period, must stop. What happens when you are no longer a 'witch'? Unimaginable, past ten, past fifteen.

I heard that there were individual differences in the first period, and that some of the 'witches' of history had not come either. So it's not uncommon, I just thought I should keep 'witching'. I just couldn't help but notice that there was something different about my flesh besides not having a first period.

There was no feminine growth at all. Her breasts never swelled. Only her height and hands and feet flashed. I know about the difference between men and women, no matter how little the world knows. When I asked the witch, she said, "You're special." I was told, but then I could be fed unfamiliar ingredients.

The months go by without knowing anything, without knowing. Has your visibility risen as a witch, and more people seek fortune. The witch was told to behave as she pleases when divinating, and not to just speak out. All pronouncements were made by witches.

The witch also broke her body when the witch was over twenty years old. It was life expectancy, but I didn't really understand it by witches who had never seen people die. Instead of the weak witch, the present witch came. He was the grandson of a witch.

The old witch told the witch. Why doesn't the witch have a first period, or a less feminine body?

A witch was born in a small village. It is a rich place with abundant greenery in sandy Europe with lots of sandy earth. In a village prepared as a destination for retired 'witches', many of the villagers had the blood of historical 'witches'.

There must have been some white 'witches' in the past. The witch took the raw there.

As a man (...).

I thought it was some kind of joke. It's not funny, I thought you were making fun of something.

But the witch continued the conversation with a faint voice.

At that time the king was a crude king. I said something about fighting elsewhere in a sand Europe that is flourishing as the middle of a deal. The subordinate tried to get over it, but the young king, who was highly conjectured, had no ears to listen to.

It is the 'witch', another pillar that can control the king. But the 'witch' 's courage was not so high at the time, and he was reaching the age of retiring soon.

When a new 'witch' is born, he meets the king. White, even more meaningful if it's a special 'witch'.

The witch used the witch to abolish the Mogadishu king. I assumed the witch was not a man (...). He castrated the witch, just as he did to the male son goat.

The witch is made a witch (...) and meets the king. It's not uncommon for a baby to grope, and the witch said she cried in an unfamiliar atmosphere. Witchcraft spoke of the consequences of fortune as "unworthy of a king" on the grounds of it.

It was a confession as if I had been denied all my life. It was a moment when everything was a lie, even though I lived more than twenty years as a 'witch'.

A pawn prepared to abolish the king, that's all, but I've lived all my life believing I was special.

I wanted to scold you for taking your breath away. But the witch was so ignorant that she didn't even know the cursing words. It didn't make sense with some knowledge. Even the knowledge without it must have been given to the witch by the witch to escape from self-blame.

With the death of his predecessor, the witch moved closer to the village where she was born, for the purpose of rehabilitation. The predecessors were brilliant. I was moving a puppet called a witch enough to stabilize my politics. My grandson's witchcraft is also brilliant, but he lacked experience. Maybe it's better to tell him to run away.

In fact, along with the replacement of the witch, a silent reminder was made to replace the 'witch' as well. As an apprentice, many good family children came to the witch. Among them was Ai Rin (Eileen).

I thought I could give you the 'Witch' seat or something at any time, but there was nothing more to it than sticking around. Because it is a being created to be a 'witch', a being whose name has even been forgotten.

Ai Rin connected me to the witch, but many witch apprentices would have had no choice but to talk about the witch in the way.

It was around the time I didn't think I could stay cured forever. The use came from the village where the witch was born. Bring a baby wrapped in white maternity clothes. The baby had skin so white that the blood vessels were clear.

"Witch."

Witches are surprised by the voices they can hear. In front of me, there was a witch. I remembered the old days and made fun of them.

"... Are you sure?

I have a rice cooker in front of me. Yeah, I was getting my meal ready.

"It would be strange if it were any slower"

……

The face of the witch is dark. I mean, you figured everything out, but why do you look like that? Grab a fist all the time and lean down to keep your eyes closed.

"I'll take the meal alone. So go over there."

I laugh, I have to laugh.

"You can handle the rest."

I slowly tried to carry the spoon to my mouth, but I noticed it was kind of noisy outside.

Leaning a crease between his eyebrows, he looked at the witch's face, and the door opened wide.

'Excuse me!

It was the little woman who appeared bold in his words. She was a government woman with a doctor and had come to see me many times. Surely you weren't supposed to come today.

"Bu, that's disrespectful!

The witch stood still, but the official came before the witch, slipping through. What is going on with the security?

"No disrespect. My job, this!

Now I switched to sand European words and my daughter said. One word. They took my keys while I was being taken in awe of what you were talking about. And when I mouthed the porridge, I swallowed it very badly.

Witches and witches turn bright blue.

The official giggles at the garlic and looks at the witch with her eyes narrowed.

"Yummy. Mushroom porridge"

said the official woman with a winning face.