When She Becomes a Witch

There is thin snow in the city.

The same was true of the school's tree-lined roads, where Aoshiro had already walked on snow with many footprints.

The chill here is harsh.

Speaking of which, the cat that was feeding Chloe at the beginning of winter...... is that white cat ok in this cold?

"Morning, Souzillo"

"Ah. Good morning, Chloe"

I gently exchange morning greetings with my partner Chloe, who came from another path.

Speaking of which, Chloe may be familiar with Yumis because she lives on the main island of Atlantis. Yumis, the head of the International League of Witches, is like a head of state in Atlantis. You know some things.

"... hey, Chloe"

But the words stopped there.

I didn't tell this freaking baking partner about that thing at the end of the year.

... I don't care how you explain it, I don't think you can believe it.

Even myself, it's like a dream about that day, unbelievable.

Yet I don't think I can explain it to people to believe it.

"What?

"Well, I'm sorry. I forgot what I was trying to say."

"Pfft... what's that! Saudirou."

Souzillow hurried along with Chloe on the road to the school building, deceiving me that I was bad.

At the Alstromerian School, the design of the magic curse outfit (Magic Dress), which is made by the students of the sartorial discipline in the second place, is completely free.

"At first glance I had them all make dresses based on the same design, but this time like I would make your 'what I want to make'"

When Ijad, a sartorial teacher, told him so again, there was a voice in each of the classrooms. It's a voice that can temper itself, a voice that reveals joy, a whining voice of determination.

Everyone here can't help but want to make a dress out of it.

They told me to make what I wanted to make, and there was no way I wouldn't let my eyes shine.

Souzillow retrieves white notes for design sketches.

It was largely decided what to make.

Chloe said a white dress would be nice, so I use white for the base color.

The design is a robe-a-la polonaise that became popular in the Rococo era. The robe a la francaise genealogy and the dress, but the big difference is the skirt. First, the hem is short. Instead of shoes, they are as long as you can see to the barrel. And then he puts up the back of the top skirt and makes multiple drapes.

A dress that combines lightness and elegance.

The multitude of embellishments in the Devil's Curse outfit (Magic Dress) involves magical power.

From the twentieth century in which Souzillo lives, a lot of over-decorated dresses became popular in Europe in the past many times. To the Renaissance, Rococo... and fashioned just about sixty years ago, the birdcage - the clinoline dress.

The tendency to emphasize the multitude of decorations was also seen in the East. It would be an easy-to-understand example of the Emperor's kingdom, the Twelve Ones.

But with a lot of decoration, it naturally becomes harder to move.

In other words, it involves the speed and precision of chanting and magic movements.

These days, more emphasis is being placed on this one than on simple power.

I actually saw Chloe's Battle of Witches and found out, but she has a very good original physical ability.

In addition to that, the magic system you have includes a magic subpoena and physical enhancement. It is common sense to take advantage of these two systems: a dress that is lighter and easier to move than a heavily decorated dress.

I mean - light and easy to move. And then the gorgeous robe a la polonaise can be described as a dress for Chloe.

For submission, make a clean copy of the design painting.

The color is white. The colour of the pattern is a cold colour system centered on blue.

"What do you say?

Ishard glances at the design painting as he looks around at the progress of the students' work.

"I see, a Polish robe (polonaise)?... Have you decided on the trinkets to match yet?

"I'm going to make a fan of lace"

"Ho."

Ishard squealed so in a low voice.

"I see, it's something that keeps the basics in check."

Apparently, it's complimented, apparently. Doesn't look like much, but I guess so because Ishard's golden eyes are delightfully narrowed.

"If you have any questions, I'll always answer them."

……

That said, Aoshiro wanted to hear about Yumis for just a moment.

Ishard has been a teacher at this school for at least ten years. Then you must know Yumis in school.

Aoshiro shook his neck plumply so as to dispel the idea.

……

You're right, Ijad seems to be in a lot of trouble.

"... no, nothing. It's okay."

"Right. There 'll be a lot of things to say... whenever you want."

"Yes."

The Alstromerian School has a huge library.

It is also the place of activity of the Western Faculty of Literature to which Aoshiro belongs, but it is not to do the ministry activities that we have come here today.

Aoshiro was looking for old school records - graduation photos and rosters.

"This one... isn't it... This one is too old..."

Yumis Ratrasta Atlantis is now twenty-six years old.

It was more or less ten years ago that she attended this school as a student.

Looking for records from ten years ago, I moved my fingers and gaze... it was found.

Just ten years ago, the student roster.

Turn that booklet that contains the student's name and very brief information in order of seating.

Yumis' name was found immediately.

"Yumis Ratrasta Seated Next in Witchcraft Affiliation"

And Aoshiro ran his gaze at the name that was lined up with the name of his Yumis.

"Tsukiko Yukiromiya Seating Affiliation to the First Place Tailor Family"

Ah... and my voice leaked low.

"Tsukiko...... Uxylomiya...... Snow White House...... Tsukiko?

Speak up your name and come to that fact.

The tailor who was Yumis' partner is a woman.

"Snow White Palace...... and no way......"

I recognize this name. There is too much.

The Snow White Palace family is an ancient lineage that partitions the creation of the Imperial Demon Curse Platter in the Imperial Kingdom.

Tsukiko, I don't know about the woman, but I have no doubt that she is a courtier there.

……

Yumis and Tsukiko.

Aoshiro was beginning to worry about them.

Yumis, why did you tell me about Tsukiko that day with such a crying look on his face?

Outside the window, which ran his gaze properly, the bright white snow continued to shine.