Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

A bone can be placed inside a pot of pottery. Bones the size of which ride on both palms enter only small shards.

Served with a bunch of white decorative hair, wrapped in silk woven fabric.

I never dreamed that the bones of an unknown woman would be honored in a distant exotic land. I don't know if I'm going to be dropped off by a lot of people and squeal a song about my soul.

The cat and cat gently followed the scene as they touched the black belt, showing only mourning in shape.

The witch died after that, as planned. The test was for my uncle to be present as well as cats and cats. If a different doctor were to be present, the cat and cat really had to get the witch to take the pills to get them to die once.

(Uncle, I can't delude you)

I'm sorry I seem to threaten you, but my uncle is someone who gets really sweet when people's lives are at stake. I got half complicit.

And speaking of real witches......

"Are you sure you want to be in a place like this? Witch."

It is Mr Nong who asks. I don't know how to call her not a witch already, but in the end I keep calling her that.

There is no such thing as a ban on boys than not being a witch anymore.

"Yeah, very calm"

in a room with multiple stretches of books. It was specially prepared to prevent direct sunlight from falling on the witch.

"That was good. I was thinking of replacing it if you don't mind the conditioning."

It is the beauty of a man's dress who calls out from behind Mr. Nong. Needless to say, Arduo. I can tell you it's a human hiding place that can't be on these tables anymore.

There are still times when the Lord will come to Aadu's abode. Even though Adam is not a queen, his wisdom is better than that of a lousy officer. Or maybe he just went back to being a drunk friend.

There was too much reason to surround a witch in such a place.

Witches didn't want to let down the position of witches within Sand Europe. Therefore, he was willing to lose his life outside the country and erase the evidence of flesh.

I guess I don't have a hand in asylum. The majesty of a witch falls to the ground.

Maybe the witch tried to choose death because she thought she had nothing more to do with herself.

(That's not true)

Do you know what a person who has been sitting at the top in a neighbouring country for a long time is worth? That helps even after you get off the surface stage.

How valuable is the information accumulated for decades?

It would be like betraying a country I've lived in for years for a witch, but now they can't say that.

"Will you be sure to meet the exchange conditions"

"Yep. Do you have two hostages, La"

Caught as a sinner, it's about the white daughters and Ai Rin. It's not strange when, given their sins, they're decapitated.

"And ask for help so that the king does not participate in the war."

They say pretty daring things.

"If you could tell us a story worthy of it"

Mr. Nong also has a slight grin. Even this dim room was annoyingly dazzling, though it would not make sense to the existential witch who had transcended her gender.

It's not uncommon to talk about this kind of stuff if you're not clean and dirty in politics and you just can rule it well.

Cats and cats follow Mr. Nong from behind as he leaves the room.

"Oh, hey"

The witch calls me to look back. The witch had some kind of scroll.

"This."

I'll give it to the cat and cat, not to Mr. Nong. I open the scroll thinking it's something. It's just a round of parchment, and it's stacked in a few pieces. There was a slightly awkward graffiti painted inside.

"Children's graffiti?

Speak unintentionally.

"Yes."

The cat and cat opened their eyes, recalling that the witch affirms, but there would have been a child in that outlying house.

(There must have been one)

There's one child that I can't speak to that associate was taking with me. The three cats and cats must have had a daughter named That Not Guru who was in trouble looking for a guardian.

(Speaking of which, I didn't see it in the outhouse)

Staring at what that jazz guru drew meant, he said, "Hmm?" and I wanted to lean my neck.

The painting, painted using dye, had two people coming in white clothes. Probably a young woman. And one of those hands is wrapped around something like exposure.

"Me, sir?

"Yes."

Suppose you painted a cat and a cat and a yao, I guess I'll have to take it. But when we met, Yan Yan was also there. And then, you weren't supposed to be wearing clothes as a medical apprentice.

Now, tilting his neck, a number is written on the back of the parchment. Probably a date, but not a familiar number.

"Yeah, this is..."

"Before you travel through Sand Europe, su with what Jazzguru drew"

"Before you travel?

No, that would be crazy. Before I met the cats and cats yet. What kind of joke are you making?

The witch showed her a rare and slightly loose face.

"That's good, isn't it? Even without me, the next witch will do it right. That day, even the day Jazzguru got lost, that kid rarely said selfishness and went outside, yo. To see you guys, I'm sure."

"Yes, no, that's not..."

Cats and cats only believe that they are well-founded. Witches must be joking, turning parchment. The second one depicted the same painting as the cat and cat graffiti earlier, in addition to the witch-like figure and the glittering figure when he did it, the slender figure.

I'm still standing here with you.

"Take a closer look at the other one later."

……

I don't know what to say. Just stand still.

"I'll tell you one thing. It used to be for me too, yo. Sand European witches are said to have different powers, instead of something missing. I lacked color and jazz guru lacked voice. It's been gone since I found out who I am."

Mr. Nong returned to the dazzling cat and cat.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let's go."

"Yes, sir"

Cat and cat follow in a hurry, Mr. Nong looks strange and moves forward. Haven't you heard what I just said?

(What the hell is that? That witch)

There must be some reason. But I don't know. No, I happened to paint like that, but I get in the carriage thinking that I might have been able to fit the situation.

I just got in, and when I opened the last parchment, I had to lean my neck again on this.

"What, this?

"Come on?"

There was a single line there, a painting just smeared in squeamish and black.