When She Becomes a Witch

Kotsu, Kotsu.

Sig stopped working on the needle when he noticed a small noise coming from the window.

... who is it at night like this?

I haven't really known anyone who might do this lately.

The Atlantis mainland is bustling every year, despite the many problems that have arisen since then, with the graduation ceremony of the Alstromeria School.

Most of the time, a drunk who has been kicked out of some shop is throwing stones at the window of Sig's room with a prank.

For the time being, I thought I'd drink it so I can't lick it, and Sig approached the window and...

"... Fiorinia?

"Good evening, Sig. It's a good night."

I saw Fiorinia Ferm, a black-haired woman who was melting into the darkness at night and Sig's partner, holding a pebble with a smile.

"Can you come out now?

"I don't mind."

After such a short exchange, the two of you walk down the back road of Atlantis.

I'm sure you have some thoughtful and intelligent Fiorinia in mind. Her idea has always been right for the past three years. It was thanks to her that I was able to maintain my top grades for three years by supporting my short-sighted sig.

Fiorinia goes further and further down the road. I almost knew where she was headed, knowing where she was going.

... the harbor.

"Fio"

"... what's wrong?

"If you know what I mean, stop it. This port."

Stop your legs and Sig lies face down. My mouth and heart are feeling bitter and overflowing.

"Is it because Sig's family died?"

"... ahh"

Having heard that, Fiorinia looks back and takes something out of her handbag.

It sparkles in the slightest light of the moon, it was a cheap… bottle of red wine.

"Dad was a mediocre tailor who couldn't live up to his grandfather's expectations."

Sig sat on a wooden box in the corner of the harbor, shrinking as if nothing had happened.

The story of my father who drowned in the sea. A grandfather who continues to regret having placed excessive expectations on his father. About my mother who abandoned herself and went somewhere. The surroundings that smile and rumor about such a family.... I've been trying so hard to get rid of it for over a decade.

Fiorinia, like the Goddess of Darkness at night, listened to such things next door, tilting red wine.

"I was really relieved when Fio was announced as a partner at the entrance ceremony. Because Fio is an outsider... and he doesn't know about my house. And for the past three years, there's been a lot of things that Fio hasn't done - mostly things that are" there, "but Fio pretended not to listen to them."

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not much of a compliment."

That's what Fio laughs at.

We don't ask each other what they don't want to find out.

That's how they've done it for the last three years.

So even though Sig knows Fiorinia is from Italy, he doesn't know what kind of city he came from, how many families he has, what he did before he entered school.

"I mean, why is Fio drinking so much?"

"Oh, didn't you know? I was twenty years old the other day. You can drink alcohol fairly. That's good."

I'm a little angry at her for her strangely proud and splendid breasts, whether she's already drunk or not.

"... I knew your age, but did you like alcohol enough to deliberately drink the moon and sea breeze on the eve of graduation?

"I don't particularly like it. But I wanted to try it once. Drink red wine while watching Sig."

"My personality is bad....."

Hmm. Sig roared and Fiorinia laughed with her mouth wide open. It's a way of laughing that you can never call classy.

"Didn't you know I have a bad personality?"

Hmm.

Cumming, she tilts the cheap cup and drinks the contents dry.

"Sig is now 18 years old."

"... yes, two below Fiorinia."

Then she turns the empty cup towards Sig.

"Let's drink red wine together again in this harbor two years from now, on a night when the moon is beautiful."

Fiorinia Ferm, who shows her teeth and laughs innocently, is cute, and Sig nods reflexively and then regrets it greatly.

"... ah"

"You nodded, right?

"Gu, guu..."

Sig is not going to drink a lifetime.

Why, then, are you about to break that oath?

Ah, this woman...

"... you're such a wonderful witch..."

"Yes, she's an excellent witch. Thanks to Sig's dress, I can graduate as president tomorrow."

The witch who stroked and stroked Gurikuri and Sig's red hair and smiled at the shards was terribly attractive, beautiful and adorable.

"... you witch"

"A compliment, thank you."

Fiorinia laughs under the moonlight, and she is turned into a dish of liquor.

--May this scene happen again in two years.

I'm sure Sig Arkanna will always remember the promise he made today with the laughing witch Uedo.

I'm sure, forever.

All the time.