When She Becomes a Witch

"Souzillow, are you in the club after school too?

The bell rings at the end of the class, and Chloe in the next seat asks me that as I make my way home.

"Oh, I'm still in club today. And Chloe?

"That's the Department of Occupancy. Quite a few joiners this year. The first graders say they're seniors. They're cute."

Chloe, who took care of something, laughed at her mouth horns with pleasure.

I also feel like I know what kind of admiration she gets for her junior year.

Aoshiro's partner, Chloe Neulai, is nearly one hundred and seventy centimetres tall (he said, a hundred and sixty centimetres and just a little bit, let's just say), his hands and feet are much longer, and where he comes out, he's in the shape of a dress that looks like he's out.

Fresh-green-colored hair, which is also unusual in Atlantis, is grouped into two pieces. I never get tired of watching that hair tip shake all the time.

Dark green eyes remind me of a cat, with long lashes in a neat shape, high and soothing noses, and clear eyebrows - clearly a beautiful face.

With this look, he's well looked after and even more sure of his fortune-telling arm.

This would be deserving of admiration.

"We haven't even come in yet, so I'm not sure."

Not very well, Aoshiro will give it back to you.

"What, western literature wasn't that popular?

"It seems that a lot of students are joining the club at Kamochi, so maybe they're still looking at it."

"I see..."

When text and notes were bagged, Aoi took a seat.

"See you tomorrow. Chloe."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, Souzillo"

Throw your bag into the room and hurry to the library.

The activities of the Western Literature Department to which Aoshiro belonged were basically free.

You can read through the ancient and present books of the West, have those sentiments and discussions, or of course, read alone.

Around Aurelia, he seems to write his own sentences, but Aoi doesn't. Because if Aoshiro wrote it, it wouldn't be 'Western Literature' anymore. The specialty of reading to it is sexual, because there was.

I have a book for you today.

A collection of fairy tales, compiled in Germany. That first version.

I thought fairy tales and other fairy tales were for children, but the fairy tale collection was quite interesting to read.

Especially the magic tricks that come out of the grey princess's vitreous shoes and dresses.

Other dresses that appeared in the story of a thousand skins were also inspired to imagine. What a beautiful dress is a moon dress, a star dress, a sun dress. Moreover, what a heartfelt depiction that the dress would fit into a walnut shell.

I told Aurelia yesterday that I was going to look for the first edition of that fairy tale collection, and she was slightly blued in the face and said, "I think you should not read..." but... isn't that the other way around?

"I'm sure it's supposed to be around here... no, no."

Is it owed collectively by someone?

I have confirmed the existence in the inventory, so I guess there is in this... I don't see it.

Moving my gaze in search of the first edition of the fairy tale collection...... Beyond the bookshelf, I saw a fluttering figure.

A small person who is lucky enough to have several overlapping books. The tie in the men's uniform they're wearing is red, so I guess it's the first grade.

I don't care what you think of all those books in my luxurious arms.

Should that come in to help? The moment I thought about it that way, it sounded.

"Ahhh!

High screams.

The posturing student fell to the floor with the book - and before it did, Aoishiro hurried back to hold him.

"Are you all right?

"... uh, uh"

All of a sudden, I guess I'm in a mood. The student kept whining about something small in a language that Aoshiro couldn't understand.

If you look at the fact that English and French do not appear, you must be an international student.

The skin that seems moist is light and floral, with fluffy, habitual dark hair and twisted, bright black eyes. Slightly carved faces have a southern atmosphere. The luxurious body was unfit for slightly bumpy boy student clothes.

"Are you all right?

Keeping talking in English, the other person finally seemed to think about it, and looked stiff.

"It's okay, it's... I'm sorry, seniors..."

Although there is a slight pronunciation habit, English was spun out with a sense of politeness.

"Oh, as you can see, it's second grade."

Aoshiro gently touches his green tie to affirm that.

"Nevertheless, I know you wanted to read the material, but you'd better just carry it through at once"

On the floor, the shaky material falls unbroken.

I picked them up with my freshman year students.

... all back numbers and fashion plates from Western clothing history books and old fashion magazines.

I also remember Aoshiro. When I first started school, I was glad to have so much material written about Western dresses and clothing that I forgot to read it all in my head.

"I'm sorry to bother you..."

When I stacked the material at a nearby table, the freshman year seemed sincerely sorry.

"No, I don't even know how I feel. A year ago, I was desperate to read the same material."

"Huh..."

"I'm an international student. The country doesn't have this much European dress material, and that's why this library really looked like a pile of treasures."

"Same!!

With a high voice, that freshman said so, he snorted (uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

"Well, I'm the same! I haven't been in so many things in my hometown, but I like dresses and want to learn, classes aren't enough, and when I get here there are so many books, I don't think......!!

Glittering black eyes, slightly reddish cheeks, freshman year says a lot of things early.

And I looked up at Aoshiro and laughed.

"Thank you, seniors.... well, I was wondering if you'd be very angry."

"That's a lot of scolding for the scribe over there."

"Ugh... after all, is that right... Oh, uh... I'm an international student from the Kingdom of Sham, called Twill. Seniors, which one did you tease?

Kingdom of Sham.

It is a kingdom quite a few miles southwest of the imperial kingdom. I've seen it on a world map that was in my father's room, but it was a country that looked pretty hot.

Rarely in that area did they retain their royal government, but they only call it 'orchids blooming in the South Sea'.

"Oh. I'm from the Imperial kingdom. The name is Soujiro Hino."

Twill punched his big eyes and watched Souzillo.

"Smeramikuni... Until recently he says he was clandestine... ah, no... but I've heard of the brave Samurais who came to the Kingdom of Sham about hundreds of years ago"

Now it was Aoshiro's turn to close his eyes.

"Do you still have that story... My ancestors are samurai, so I'm curious."

"Huh..."

Twill tilt his neck slightly. Like I said I can't solve it.

"... isn't Senior Soujiro's ancestor a princess as beautiful as a flower or something?

True face, twill have been rolling out words like that.

It was such a serious tone that Aoi also forgot when to blow it out.

"... well, I think women like you called them princesses were pretty much there too"

"Right! I'm sure they were all beautiful!

It is the twill that snorts so forcefully that the princess looks like she is in her ancestors.

It was easy to guess, perhaps, that in the Kingdom of Sham he was an aristocrat.

"Oh, you know, Senior Souzillow...... Where is the senior club?

"Don't be here, Western Literature"

"Then I'll join Western Literature!

To tell the story too suddenly, Aoshiro was surprised, but not in a bad mood.

As my partner (Chloe) said, it was quite exciting to be admired by junior classmates as seniors.

Most importantly, Western literature is unpopular this year.

I just have to say that I'm grateful to have one person who wants to join.

"Well, I'll show you to your room later."

"Yes!... Later, is it?

"Oh, after you get the scribe's scolding first."

Unlike earlier, he groaned "yes......" in a sinking voice, behind a twill walking bluntly to the scribe.

Seeing that, he was somewhat of a softening Aoist.

Junior is a pretty good thing, maybe.