When She Becomes a Witch

Early in the early summer morning, a bird was heard in the distance, and Aoishiro woke up.

Check your time immediately with your favorite pocket watch. Wake up time as usual.

When you get out of bed, get dressed quickly for the road. Black and black.

Wearing my usual archaic clothes, I felt like I was getting a decent back and feeling straight.... I just felt it though.

Sigh gently and go out to the boarding yard, which is still just a little chilly.

Aoshiro had been here for over two years, but he had made sure that the archery of the sword was indispensable.

... I also feel that the odd gaze from the neighborhood has been soothing a little lately. Maybe.

Even today, I didn't get much sleep.

Because I've been thinking about Chloe. She finally went to bed, but now she's out in her dreams, and she doesn't seem to be resting mentally or physically at all.

Aoshiro waves a sword.

The knife does not exist in your hand.

But I shake it over and over again.

And stop perfectly in the exact same place.

That repeat.

... Only when you're doing this do you feel calm.

Keep waving a knife that is heartless and non-existent without thinking about it. Over and over again.

In the end, Aoshiro continued his sword archery that morning until Riordo came to call it breakfast.

The tree-lined roads on the Alstromerian school grounds are now lush green. Although many students don't really want to walk under the trees because of the fact that only very occasionally caterpillars fall, Aoshiro preferred to walk in the cool shade of the trees.

... From another direction, I can see a vibrant green-haired female student running closer to this one, which is also rare in Atlantis.

Aoshiro doesn't stop his legs, and he doesn't change the speed of walking, so he manages to dress up as if it's nothing, as usual.

"Morning, Souzillow!

"Oh, good morning. Chloe."

Chloe always looks straight at people's faces and eyes and talks.

But it was almost impossible to see her properly in Aoi Shiro today. Not to mention the eyes. There's no way you can be seen straight away with a clear green eye that looks like a cat's eye, like a calf!

"Hey... Souzillow?

Anxiously, Chloe peeks into my face.

I'm going to be pretending to be calm, but it seemed like I had an attitude of approximation.

"My face is kind of red. Plus, you look like you're sweating... and maybe it's a fever too?

That said, she - with that thin fingertip, touched Aoshiro's cheek.

Pan.

On a tree-lined path, a dry sound sounds.

Wherever Aoshiro waved Chloe's hand reflexively, he punched her in the back of the hand.

"Ah..."

"... Huh!... Well, I'm sorry!

As Aoshiro rushed to bow his head, Chloe took control of it.

"Yeah. I suddenly touched that one. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

She takes care of herself and talks to me a lot more worryingly afterwards.

If you're not feeling well, you want me to go to the infirmary properly before you fall? I think it's time for the final exam, but I've been up all night. I thought you were eating a proper and nutritious meal.

That's how he cares, he's already the cutest, and he wants to hug me. Hit yourself in the heart thinking about it, and somehow hit the gavel of conversation.

You're feeling so bitter and so hard.

Yet I want to be with Chloe.

I'm glad to be with you.

With Chloe, I'm glad.

It made me want to be with you more.

"Ha..."

Aoi Scarlet sighs in a library where no one is present.

When I'm with Chloe, I'm happy and painful.

If you're not with Chloe, it's sad and painful.

What the hell is that? What happened?

Really, what have I done?

If we immerse ourselves in the world of stories, will we not have to think about her for a bit? That's what I thought and came to the library.

In a quiet library with slightly cooler air, it's a somewhat calming space.

Well, what book shall we read today?

Would it be nice to have adventure stories that I have read over and over again in my favorites? Or maybe a record of traveling around the world eating delicious delicacies. Speaking of which, there must have been a book around here that summarized the witches from the Atlantis Islands pioneering era.

Look for the book you want to read and let your gaze and fingertips wander.

- And what got me in sight on the pretend was a little book in the corner of the bookshelf.

Aoshiro somehow took the book in his hand.

It looks about a turn smaller than the size of the so-called literary book, and it's not very thick. However, the cover is a solid hardcover with a sliding hand cloth on it.

Read the title. Is the meaning of that word written in English something like 'My Words'?

Feeling as though the comfortable touch on that cover was about to appeal to me to open and turn the page, Aoshiro quietly began to read the little book on the spot.

There are many shorter poems in the book.

I don't recognize the author name. Is it a less famous poet?

There are many different poems.

Travel landscape. An act of history. A retreat to art. Daily whispering joy.

And - - poems of love uncut, sadness and joy.

Aoshiro reads those poems over and over again.

The mood, wandered by the poetry of love.

It overlaps too much with Aoshiro's current feelings.

And I noticed.

Finally figured it out.

The thought Aoi had experienced was quite different, so I didn't know it until now.

Ho, I got a much shorter exhale.

Oh. This thought of Chloe is love.