When She Becomes a Witch

Tailoring a magic curse outfit (Magic Dress) is also said to be a kind of magic ritual in itself.

It's magic to call magic.

It can't be used by the witches, it's magic that can only be used by tailors.

In the boarding house's own room, Aoshiro Scarlet (Hino) threads the needle, remembering that.

I have already cut the fabric.

The next step is to put in an embroidered demon curse. With this task, for the first time, the dress will be a demon curse outfit (Magic Dress).

Just a cloth is an important task to be a magical dress... no, it's a ritual.

……

Transparent, light blue silk ground, just like the color of the water. Stick an embroidery needle in it and make it creep. Repeat the same move over and over again.

Embroidered thread is only slightly darker blue than cloth.

An embroidered European-style demon curse will be applied to the cloth of Friends Zen born in the imperial kingdom.

"Ha..."

I somehow reach for my favorite pocket watch when my shoulders are getting heavier and it's getting harder to move my hands.

"After a while, or"

It's already late at night.

Aoi Shiro was just a little lost in sleeping or continuing his work.

But I remembered that Felicie had pointed out to me that the eye bears were terrible all the time, and I thought I'd take a rest today.

In the room with the light off, Aoshiro lay down his eyelids with long eyelashes as he wrapped around a summer blanket.

... I want to win.

But what the hell am I supposed to do with an effort to win?

I want to win.

I sincerely think so, but I don't know how to do it.

Guru thought about it, and Aoshiro fell asleep, not in peace.

Arstromerian School in the morning of Akuru.

I kind of bothered the whole school year. I was wondering what was going on, but I quickly figured out why.

Details of the exam - the tournament table - had been announced on the bulletin board.

Aoshiro also looks for their own names.

... It took a little while to find the name.

Because the names of Souzillow Hino and Chloe Neulai were written near the middle of the table.

Immediately check the name written next to it, the name of the first opponent.

And I opened my eyes gently. Bloody sensation from all over your body...... maybe your face is bright blue.

The first opponents are Rio de Ashcroft and Rebecca Leverier.

This… circumstance can only be described as a bad condition, that we are both friends and fourth in the seat.

"That sucks."

Aoshiro mutters that imperial language only in his mouth.

Drag your sleepless body through the waste in front of the bulletin board.

"Hey."

"Good Morning"

There she was, a well-physique blonde boy student and a girl student with small, red-purple eyes.

It's Riordo and Rebecca.

"We'll do everything we can. Don't resent me."

"Yep. Only now, you agree with Rio altogether. I won't cut you any slack."

It doesn't seem to fit. It's actually a breath-taking pair.

Aoshiro sighed deeply, then returned them like this with the best of his heart.

"How dare you, you idiot pair?"

Can we win?

No, you have to win.

With that in mind, I move in front of the bulletin board.

There was a prominent green-haired girl on an unpopular staircase dance floor.

"... Souzillow"

"Chloe, have you seen the tournament table, too?

Chloe nodded once to Kokon.

"Right."

"Souzillow, you know"

In a trembling anxious voice, Chloe asks.

"You know, Souzillow's been sleeping properly lately?

Aoshiro turned a silent blind eye. Given the health aspect, I can't say much praiseworthy sleep time.

"... Souzillow, that"

"Can you win, or something like that? We have to win. I don't care who they are."

Aoi Shiro couldn't look at Chloe any more, her green eyes, and turned back.

"The Devil's Curse outfit (Magic Dress) will be properly due in time. You don't have to worry about anything."

That's all I'm saying, Aoishiro goes up the stairs so he can cut it off to shake it off.

If you don't win, you shouldn't.

The final exam of the school year was finally due tomorrow.

It kept raining until about this evening, but it's stopped now.

Tomorrow is a beautiful day, so there will be nothing wrong with carrying out the 'Battle of Witches' in the Circular Arena.

If you don't win, you shouldn't.

Otherwise it makes no sense.

... even for a once truncated existence.

Aoshiro was in his room for the last adjustment.

I look at the Friendzen basle dress I put on my torsos and fix the balance of the drapes, the position of the decorative ribbon, etc., one by one.

Shit, shit, shit.

The pocket watch needle continued to move at a dizzying rate.

The sky seen through the windows gradually comes from a dark blue colour, with a light purple, and the blue sky is more and more visible.

Shit, shit, shit.

Aoshiro keeps moving the needle.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing this.

... yes, the truth is, this is not what I wanted to do.

The truth is, I wanted to be a witch.

But I knew I couldn't be.

Aoi Shiro thinks he is blessed to have himself. But just this one point.... That's all I meant about being born into a man who couldn't be a witch, and the young Ethereum resented his parents. I resented the world.

I wanted to be a witch.

But he told me he couldn't be.

'Then do what you can now. You're crazy to death. "

That's what I said, Master of the Sword.

A very small, skinny, and often feminine figure.

His fluttering, light-hearted swordsmanship is beautiful enough for everyone to fall in love with.

He once told me to keep it a secret.

My master really wanted to wield a tougher sword, but he told me that I couldn't do it in my shape and physique, and I got to a sword like this.

I want to be, but I can't be, I can't give up, I'm dying to get crazy and try to get close.

So Aoshiro also chose the path of a tailor, wanting to get a little closer.

I'm not a genius like Sig Arcanna, but I'm still desperately up for it.

"... done...?

Still, I can make dresses, even if I'm not a genius.

You can get closer to what you wanted to be, to the presence of a witch.

Aoshiro stared at the dress and shrugged.

I tried to step back a little bit to see the balance, but my legs snapped - and I sat up in bed.

Yuzen's basle dress is proudly present in the morning sun.

This was a dress that would allow the magic of the physical strengthening system to be used.

The fan of the trinket is wind precision.

If Chloe haunts him, he'll fight like he dances in the wind.

I decided that the name of the dress would be "pierced."

"Pierce your thoughts, that's the dress that exists for it"

Even if you can't be what you wish for, still try to get a little closer, pierce.

This is a dress for that.

The morning of the battle came.

He takes the dress of determination and heads to the spot.