When She Becomes a Witch

I can hear the puffiness and the flames bursting.

Aoshiro (so barely) woke up from his shallow sleep and immediately checked his pocket watch.

The time indicates five o'clock.

... five o'clock in the morning. It's always enough time for Aoi to wake up.

"That's what's staining your body, this kind of thing..."

Quietly clear the sleeping bag and leave the tent so as not to wake the other students who are still asleep.

Outside, there are a lot of students from the Alstromerian School.

A number of fireworks were burning all over the place and breakfast preparations had begun. I can smell the meat baking from somewhere.

... Witchcraft classes in the dungeon, so the tailoring department is in a camp in front of the dungeon in the name of outdoor classes.

Because very rarely there are demons outside the dungeons, some parties in the Witchcraft Department and teachers of the pull are camped with them outside.

Many sartorials don't go out very often, so I'm unfamiliar with putting up tents, sleeping in sleeping bags, and burning fire, but there's an oddly pleasant air.

... I can't even pay much attention to Sig Arkanna, who is the number one leader in the seat. Far better than doing nothing with it, but in Sig's case, I also feel too shabby.

"Hey, Souzillow, did you just wake up? Morning!"

... That sig has greeted me aloud with a stabbed grilled skewer of cheese in his hand.

"Oh, good morning, Sig. Are you guys breakfast?"

"Yes, yes. If I eat, I can finally sleep with you."

"Good job on the lookout."

"I guess I can sleep in a much safer and better environment than the witchcraft (those guys) who are entering the dungeon."

I glance at the dungeon entrance as Sig grabs the cheese.

"Right..."

"It's a hassle, a dungeon... if you don't put it in a few people. Come on"

"To be precise, I can get in, but I can't act properly."

"Souzillow, thin."

The dungeons are huge, but large numbers - for example, you can't send troops or anything to attack them at once.

Those who act together internally are called those who share destiny (parties). If that number is too high, the dungeon's defense functions will work.

I hear the details vary from time to time, but when you try to get in for roughly twenty or thirty people, you can't move a single step off the spot?

Even about ten people are finally moving like children, so much so that seven or eight people feel dull in their movements.

Five or six, that's supposedly the right number of people for the party.

… so it is almost impossible for parties acting internally to collaborate with each other. The moment we help each other, the dungeons come under a load.

Talk to Sig lightly and wash her face off the spot on the water.

The water in the late autumn mountains feels good with a chilly, even heady feeling.

I'd like to start with the archery of swordsmanship as it is, but it weighs on itself because it has just the eye.

I decided to go back to campfire and have breakfast.

"Morning, Riordo, Rebecca"

Say hello to the two of you, the same group as yourself, and Soujiro also sits in the round chair in front of the bonfire.

"Souzillo, good morning"

"Good Morning"

Rebecca was a waiting group. We're about to enter the dungeon in exchange for Chloe and the others.

They put a large marshmallow on the grilled skewer and put it on fire. It has faint grilled eyes and a sweet fragrance.

"How about a souzillo, snack before breakfast"

"Your stomachs are pretty good... I'm good now"

"Oh. How about cocoa, then? It's instant, but it's pretty good."

"Oh, then I want it"

"Well, I'll get you some hot water,"

Rebecca takes off her seat to make cocoa. At that moment, Riordo held my neck.

Before protesting to Riordo that he's not kidding, he asks me sometime in a serious voice.

"Hey Souzillow, have you talked to Chloe lately?

"Nah - that's what it is"

"Are you talking?

He keeps asking, without weakening his power to hold.

"... we're talking"

"That's not what I'm talking about - it's called communicating. It's a conversation. It's a casual stupid story, it's about family, it's about rice, that kind of thing."

"... ah"

Finally, I only prayed to Aoshiro about what this fool wanted.

... and Aoshiro has not been able to communicate properly with Chloe these days.

"... Oh, no! Damn, is your brain croted cream..."

"That sounds intense again... not!

"Right, that's not the case. Well, when Chloe gets back, you owe her a proper apology."

With that said, Riordo finally unties the hold. If he were strangled by such a big man, he wouldn't hold Aoshiro's neck or anything for seconds.

"... ah. Nevertheless, you realize..."

"Again, you've been communicating with that tungtung Rebecca for a year! You'll notice about that."

"That's right, I don't know"

Chloe and the others came out of the dungeon that evening.

"... Chloe, that, safely and more importantly"

"Yeah."

"Tired."

"... yeah"

The conversation didn't continue and I let my gaze wander...... my gaze stopped under Chloe's feet. The hem of the dress was pretty slippery. That's all, I guess that means the dungeon is a harsh place.

"Oh, this... I had it made shorter, but I knew it was a dungeon... sorry, it takes a lot of work to fix"

Chloe sunk uncommonly.

"Never mind. The dress for the next dungeon is a little more functional"

"Yeah......"

"Chloe, when I get dressed, I want to talk to you in front of the fire."

"Ah, me too!... I wanted to talk to you, too."

"Right."

Aoshiro's grin spilled unexpectedly.

"Really?"

Chloe, too, smiled softly.

I can hear the puffiness and the flames bursting.

"Do you want some marshmallows?

"Yeah. By the way, you baked it and pinched it in a biscuit, buddy."

"Got it, buddy."

The two laughed face-to-face after a playful interaction.

It's been a long time since Chloe and I laughed so much.

"Look, Chloe. Don't burn it because it's hot."

"Yes, yes, thank you."

Then for a while, staring at the flickering flames, I was indulging in the sakuratori and marshmallow biscuits.

"Hey, Chloe."

"What?

"Um, I'm sorry... I don't know, I'm sorry I messed with Chloe."

To that apology, Chloe showed a grumpy appearance.

"... does that seem like something I care about?

"No, that's, that"

"Oh, my God."

She - her partner laughed a little at.

"I cared, it was amazing."

"... you"

"Ma, I know I'm the one who's cute junior, and if you admire me, you'll float."

... I could have guessed in those words how much she cared about this one.

"I'm really, really sorry"

"Let me forgive you, instead, marshmallows. Bake more, buddy."

"... okay, buddy"

Make a sound with your pussy, throw a warm light and the flame keeps burning.

That day, both Chloe and Aoshiro continued to talk until late at night, and became feathers scolded by the teacher of the rate.