The Witch, Who Once Was Called A Saint

Treatment of youth (?), but Astreia doesn't remember much about it after it was done.

However, I can imagine that I must have fallen asleep anyway because I was getting tired.

It can be seen that the bed has given way, and neither the futon, nor the blanket is left because it ended up on the youth - if so, it can only be done to such an extent that it can be broken on the wall at the edge of the room.

But I can't believe that when I wake up and most of all someone else's face pops into my eyes... I won't be able to catch up with understanding for a moment, either, I guess.

"So who...!?"

That's how he screamed and tried to back off, and Astreia struck his head against the wall with momentum.

I felt a flashy noise in my head. Ouch. Even immortality, what hurts hurts.

Astraia finally remembered the situation as she held the ringing headache with one hand and thought, 'Why are you looking at me like this...'

"So, it's okay...?

"Yeah, yeah. Looks like you're awake. Did you get some rest?

Yes, I picked up the young man in front of me yesterday.

The youth's expression was obviously wandering.

"Oh, oh... so, are you sure you're okay?

"Unstoppable"

With that said, it finally becomes clearer in Astraia's head as well.

Speaking of which, I would certainly have picked up a horse as well as a young man - and I thought so, the horse just rang.

... Hopefully, if you could ring a little faster, I might have noticed a lot.

Astraia coughed lightly as she thought so.

(Well, this guy looks fine too, so let's just do it)

I was somewhat worried, but this doesn't seem to be a problem.

If you're fine, it's quick to talk.

"If you wake up, just leave. I treated you, so thank you."

"No, the... I knew you helped me, didn't you?

"That's right. Are you complaining about something?

If they hadn't seen what they didn't look like, they could have pushed it back smoother.

But he was aware that the rush preceded Astreia in more and more clinging attitudes than he needed to, than he had had his first encounter, which was roughly not smart. But there is nothing more we can do about the words that have already come out. That's what happens now. It's been a long time since we've had conversations with humans outside of monetary interactions in the first place, and I don't really remember how to make conversations happen.

So I have no choice. I don't have a choice, but if I can get him back, that's fine.

With that in mind, Astreia stared at the youth.

The youth blinked and then slowly made that look worse.

"I don't remember it clearly. There was a stone drop, and so the horse slipped by surprise - from the middle of it, I don't remember anymore. But..."

……

Make sure the wound couldn't heal, if it did fall from that height, there's no way you could have done this with such minor injuries. It's also natural for young people to wonder. That is understandable to Astraia as well.

(I can understand - all I thought about was healing)

Astreia strayed her gaze while she thought she had done something shitty.

Can it be fulfilled to mislead successfully? I'm worried, but I'll have to.

"Well, I'm glad you got hurt to that extent."

……

"What. I don't know the details."

The cold sweating heart was in a hurry to see what I could do if I could not delude myself with this.

But if you open your mouth poorly than the youth shut up, you could be digging extra graves.

Quickly give up - Astreia stared at the youth, but the youth didn't stop talking.

However, the words were unexpected words of Astreia.

"Maybe, descendants of witches...... could it be?

"Huh... Descendants...?

"I've never seen a non-military witch before. I asked you to soothe the impact of the fall...?

Astreia also knows that there are almost no witches in the world today.

I just didn't even have the realization that I was already rare enough to be treated as an descendant anymore.

And I finally realized that there was no reason for the youth to know that I was what they called the Virgin in the first place. Nor is healing magic thought to have been exercised, since it is generally considered 'non-existent'.

That settled my mind a little. Good, nothing seems suspicious.

"... well, that's the place"

What, wasn't it just futile to rush?

I felt like I lost a little money, but still didn't make a difference to what Astraia had to do.

It doesn't make a difference that you don't want to interact with people, even though they're not.

"Anyway, get out of here as soon as you're cured."

I'm not going to let you stay long. What do you think you live in the back of the woods for? Isn't it to minimize human involvement? But the youth do not move.

"This bandage..."

"Heh, don't say you suck...!

Astreia screamed again, too, as the story flew in the direction she didn't think she would be heard again.

It's a bandage that looks almost unraveled already, but I still wrapped it so hard. Can you pretend not to look at me when I'm saved? Or why don't you shut up and take it off? Yes, once again, unexpected words descended on Astreia, who turned away.

"Thank you so much for even getting unfamiliar"

If you look at the fearful young man, the young man looked at Astreia with a very calm face.

Astraia felt her cheeks have a fever.

"Beh, nothing, I just didn't want to die in front of you... oh, no, it wasn't a dying injury..."

"But thanks for everything..."

"If you want to thank me and thank me, just go back. Even this kid won't like being put in a place like this!

And I saw a horse that was slightly obsessed with existence, but if I looked closely at the room, it was unusually existential. The horse was an adult and left me alone.

"You saved Razor, too."

"Just go home."

He stood up so that he could push away a young man who had seen a blue deer-haired horse named Razor, and took the young man's luggage that he had kept in the corner of the room. And throw it at the youth.

"What I thought was valuable, because I'm putting it in there for once. The others were mostly broken. I don't know because I haven't really touched it."

"Thanks"

"Look, I'm just leaving!

When Astraia opened the door, she read the air or Lazur went outside.

The young man also stood up, and quickly weaved his feathers and took his luggage in his hand, taking the clothes that were drying in the corner of the room.

Astraia took a long breath when the emergency finally came to an end.

"Once we're straight down here, we can get out on the street. There's a line of lirim trees until you get out on the street, so be careful not to come off. If you get lost, you don't know the rest."

"Really, thank you from what to what"

"... thank you again, I'll chase you back when I get here"

The young man, with a slightly sorry look on his face, eventually turned his back and rode a bare horse, leaving along the tree of Lillim, as Astreia said.

Astraia relieved herself and dropped it off.

How long has it been since people thanked me?

I think so, but I'm sure there's no such thing as being able to relate to people that I've felt for hundreds of years.

That guy is crazy, isn't he cursed?

Creepy, that girl, are you sure she's the Virgin?

Astraia bit her lip, remembered the words in her ear.

(Nothing, I didn't say I was the Virgin myself)

I knew there was nothing to be busy about when I was involved with people.

That's what I thought Astraia would do from the next day until then, back to life with few people to interact with again... should have been.

Yes, I was supposed to go back, though.

"Thank you for the other day"

"You're not coming!!"

Why did it come, and a few days later there was a scream in the woods...