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The White Witch

In the dead of the night, a single scream would echo through out the empty house, reflected by the pure white walls that held no furnishings or decorations what so ever. The vibration of space would reach no one’s ears, as they were firmly confined within the building and it’s only residence being an uncaring omnibox, a magcat and the White Witch. A girl with pure white hair, pure white eyes without any pupils and pale skin. An unusual existence cursed by the blood of Margery, a mighty witch of the past that was no more, but her lineage still ran strong in the world of Earthland.

So what was it about the scream? The young female sat on her bed, fully embraced by the darkness both inside and outside, as there was still plenty of hours before Sun’s triumph over the night. Her breathing was heavy and the covers still provided a sense of warmth and protection to her lower body, indicating that she was sleeping peacefully until just a moment ago. The scream belonged to her. And her entire body shivered, the girl suddenly realizing that her equally white pajamas were completely drenched, as wet as if she had jumped into the bath in them.

Her whole body was covered in her sweat as if she had just run a marathon. Her eyes felt heavy and her hair was just a big, oily mess due to all this. A few days ago, the girl started having strange and terrifying dreams almost every night. Nightmares that would constantly haunt her, yet would not reveal themselves after the fact. Every time she woke up like this and tried to think, but she could not remember what her dreams were about. She only knew that they were scary enough for her body to sweat this much and then wake up before the dawn, usually screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was starting to take a toll on the girl’s small and fragile form, black lines starting to appear beneath her eyes by now. But she still tried to just shake it all off and continue on with her day. Using the extra time she got due to all this to fix herself, she would always take a shower and properly fix her hair, as well as wash her pajamas and leave them to dry for the evening or at least the next day.

And just like that, she would again see the Sun’s warm rays spill over onto the world, the morning welcoming any and all. It gave her the energy and will to continue, instead of trying to fall back onto the bed and sleep again. A behavior like that was actually something the girl was a bit scared of, as she had lost on a fair bit of adventures and events in the world due to the small time period where she felt completely useless, being removed as an Ace of her guild. She would sleep for most of the days then.

But that title was actually now back in her hands, making her feel like she was doing something right. A motivation she very much needed, as it was one of the few things keeping her going aside from Seth’s will. The strings of the puppeteer were still firm and ruling the entirety of her life, and she still did not mind. After all, most of her life before she learned of Seth’s existence was comparable to nothing. Eleven whole years of being stuck in a single building that only consisted of five pure white rooms. No family and no friends, no nothing.

Seth fixed all of that, as they took control over Charlotte’s entire existence. Or at least that was how she saw it all. The truth of everything was still a factor very much unknown to the young white witch, but she made no real attempts at finding out. As far as she was concerned, she was but a doll with no actual free will that belonged to an unknown puppeteer. But she was still having fun and her existence was fulfilling, she was happy with that statement and did not want it to change in the least.

Now, the life slowly started returning to the streets of Rose Garden. Unlike most other towns, this one lived during the night almost as much as during the day, but it was still nice to see freshly rested people leave their homes and stretch on the fresh air. Charlotte wished to do the same, as she opened the main door to her home. But something quickly caught her attention. A small, yet fancy envelope laid on her doorstep, the girl quickly recognizing who it was from just from its appearance.

She had already received one of these in the past. It was from the Magic Council. While her guild saw that organization as somewhat questionable, Charlotte loved and adored everyone equally, meaning she had no negative feelings toward the rulers of the magical world. Taking her time to read the formally written words, she quickly grasped their meaning and instantly knew what was required of her. Normally, she would have gone straight to the Silver Moon Inn after her morning routine, but it seemed that today would be a bit different to that.

Once more would the magic council perform a duty call to all mages in its reach. Last time it was because an army of monsters was advancing in Fat Monsterland. And as a cleric, the young white witch was called forth to support an attack force which would eliminate one of the enemy groups, as well as tend to the wounded on the battlefield. Thankfully, their mission was a success in the end and the monsters were pushed back. However, winning a war was never as simple as that, especially in the world where magic could make even the wildest of imaginations into reality and change the events of history forever.

As many were afraid, defeating the advancing army was not enough. Even if their forces were no longer advancing and aiming to conquer the human world, the monsters were still there, trying to recover and try again. Or at least that seemed to be what the council was thinking. And so, they have decided that this time it would be them to make the push and try to rid themselves of these evildoers. While Charlotte didn’t quite agree with that mentality, she would not refuse a request to head out into the battlefield and help the wounded. Humans and monsters alike.

Such was the girl’s conviction and no one could rightly stop her from doing what she wanted to do. To her, all lives were equal. Even the enemy was worth saving, no matter how bad they would seem and how many bad things they wanted to do or already did. Taking a deep breath, she had already memorized the coordinates that came along with the letter. The council was well aware of the power that her blood brought to her, the blood that once flowed in the veins of the great White Witch Margery. And with it, she had absolutely no problem just teleporting into the war-consumed area.

A rather useful ability for a healer that could save lives at moment’s notice. And so, she would run back to her house and change into her ‘combat-ready attire’ in a flash. The girl would then mentally prepare herself as she clutched her ivory white staff. With her soul and determination as strong as steel, once again she would close her eyes and imagine the elsewhere she was required to reach. And in a whirl of white light, she would just vanish from her room like a ghost. The same white portal would appear near a burned down forest, spitting the white witch out onto the dead land.

Her landing wasn’t exactly the most graceful, as she fell to her knees but at least kept her face from being planted in the dirt. The scenery was all too familiar in this broken world, but she would not let that distract her too much. She knew full well that there were people who needed help here. In fact, she already felt a powerful magical signature near her current location. And strangely enough, it felt very familiar to her. Getting up, she would rush over to where the magical power was coming from only to stop in front of a female she knew very well.

“M… master?!” She would let out the voice from her depths, very clearly surprised to see her guild’s leader in this place. She thought that Izayuki hated the Magic Council and would never help it with something. In any case, she would quickly come to her side and fall onto her knees once more, leaning over the Bakedanuki. In her hand would appear a white tarot-like card that depicted a young male working the field, only so that it would quickly fall apart into ethernano. But in that moment, Izayuki’s body would start being filled with energy, all her potential injuries and lack of stamina quickly going away. “A… are you okay…?” She asked rather timidly. It seemed that she did not yet notice the monsters flying and roaming about.

Charlotte

1,550 / 4,000 WC

The White Witch

Fear and worry. Such were one of the most common emotions that novice healers would feel while performing their duties. So afraid that they would perform their task not sufficiently enough and that the life given to them to care for would slowly flicker away. Vanish into the eternal darkness of death. With time, some would learn how to deal with it. Learn that there were some they just could not save, no matter how hard they would try. And those that didn’t? Those would give up and reconsider their choice of career. Perhaps settle for different ways of helping out. After all, there were so many!

The young white witch could probably not be considered a novice at this point. Her power was growing, despite the girl not really putting in any effort into growing stronger. It could not be helped, as her blood would slowly inch toward awakening regardless of the female’s actions. Perhaps it was because of that, the fact that she wasn’t really still able to rid herself of these feelings. The fear and uncertainty that took hold of her heart. As she saw her guild master try to get up, she would support her as gently as she could, almost breathless for not knowing what was going on with her.

And then, a flicker of pink and red. A spark, oh so full of life and vigor, would rush across the white reflection of Charlotte’s eyes. Hands that felt fragile, yet held a lot of power behind them. They would push into her pale clothes and flesh beneath in such a violent manner, that it was surprising there were no visible marks left afterward. There wasn’t even a warning for any of it, as it all just happened. And in an instant, the young girl found herself lying on her back, embraced by the cold and dead land which was happy to keep her from sinking into this world’s core.

It would take her a moment to put her thoughts into the proper places, realize that her guild master started gaining some strength back and pushed her out of the way. Why? The answer wasn’t too far, the screech getting to the young girl as well. Almost as if waking her up from a muddled dream or a vision, she would notice the beautiful creature that attacked them. It’s shame and form like a work of art, yet it’s intent permeating into the air and earth, a bloodthirsty look in those reflective eyes. How could such a pretty living being harbor so much hate?

A pacifist like Charlotte could never truly understand. Confused and scared, she would take a firm hold of her ivory-white staff and got up, standing only a little bit behind the girl that just saved her life. Izayuki Hyoujin. A name well known, a creature from another realm and the guild master of Black Rose. Despite this common workplace, she and Charlotte yet had to interact in a greater manner. And still, the young white witch would have the same sense of duty for her as for anyone else. “Y…yes! I’ll do my best!”

Still a bit shaken, she would agree to her master’s proposition and ready herself. Watch my back. It was not something she would hear very often. Her role was one of support, a healer that would fix one’s broken body both after and during the encounter. It was really all she knew and all she could do, as her offensive abilities more or less did not even exist and her defensive spells were far and few between. Taking all of that, it surely not too difficult to believe that not many would trust this girl to watch their back in life or death situation.

Though, even that risk was gone. Izayuki probably did not know. Not many did, honestly. But Charlotte’s power was absolute in certain areas. The power of White witch’s blood permeated into the air, easily creating an ever-present aura affecting all life in the area. A power that would carry the girl’s wish and not let anyone die, no matter how severe their wounds. In the eyes of warlords, that would be the perfect ability. Protecting them from assassinations, or even allowing their army to advance without any losses. But, of course, the aura saw no difference between an ally and enemy.

For the girl wanted to protect them all. Regardless of their origins, their race, even their intentions. Her conviction, fueled by naivete drove her forward. In the end, she was a puppet, a special existence even for this world. She did not play by the rules set for everyone else. Whether they would be broken and bent for her, the girl danced while attached to strings of power much higher than anything anyone could even imagine. A puppeteer that was above this world, writing its story just like so many others. Always and always.

Was she happy that someone would rely on her? Was she sad that they had to fight? Was she scared that they would fail? She herself did not know. Her feelings were unstable and still swirling in a pool of sterile white, mixed ink-black anxiety. Why was it so? Surely, any sane person would have no need to even think about all this. They would simply go on and do whatever was necessary to ensure their survival. Perhaps such fuel for her actions no longer existed, now that she was aware of her puppeteer and the fact that they would always bring her back to life.

She had an expiration date. And until then, any and all deaths would be but a part of the course. Such a cruel existence. But she did not mind. Death was painful. But only then. While she was alive, she felt just fine, like any other normal human being. She would suffer while dying, but not remember the pain a few days later. And she was happy. Happy to be alive and surrounded by others, contrasting the life she lived before joining Black Rose. Fifteen years spent stuck in a single house, never leaving to see the outside. Only surrounded by the imaginary and mad.

Shaking her head, she would try to place her conviction. Her pure white dress fluttered and danced with the light breeze, its touch caressing her pale and soft skin. Those pure white eyes, which reflected nothing but the white abyss, were directed straight at the creature. She did not see it as an enemy. But they had to ensure survival… right? No. Charlotte did not have to ensure anything like that. She did not want to be part of this fight. But she would help her guild master, for she trusted her and wanted to help when she was asked for help.

The Griffin did not ask her for anything. Right now, that was the difference. If the creature were to be capable of human speech and speak out to Charlotte, she would happily try to assist, heal the other beasts without a second thought. Was that wrong of her? She did not want to think about what was wrong and what was right. Only about things that were. Letting out a heavy breath, she would raise the ivory-white branch of a tree in her hands to the skies. Her staff, the witchtree branch she had gained from her long journey across worlds Seth set her on.

It was a staff that held powerful magic, now connected to her. And as she would rapidly move it back down and stab it into the dead land, a giant magical circle would spread across the battlefield. A wave of white magic would imbue herself and Izayuki with a protective barrier. A power that would negate both pain and actual damage dealt to the physical body. Charlotte couldn’t really watch her partner’s back as others could, so she offer this instead. This way, even if the guild master would be hit, she could stand back up no problem and go on as if nothing had even happened.

The white witch herself was protected like this as well. But in her case, it did not matter as much. After all, her body was very fragile and easily broken, no matter what she tried. So, of course, she planned to stay as far from the actual battle as possible, while still being able to have her magic affect Izayuki in order to help her. Though she didn’t actually know any spells that would amplify another’s power. In the end, healing was her forte. Perhaps that was something to work on in the future. But then again, her power came from her blood. The blood of white witch. Something she could not just adjust to her liking.

She was bound by many strings. The puppeteer, the curse of her lineage, her broken mind. Charlotte really might have been one of the least free individuals in this existence. And so it began. The Griffin would charge and Izayuki would parry it, force the creature back and into the skies. The young girl could not help but stare in awe at it all. The Griffin would then try to dive from the skies, and its speed was truly terrific one. The white witch did not know that her guild master did not require to have speed on her side right now, so she still acted.

Almost as if she was dancing, she moved on the dead grass with her bare feet, her body twirling around as yet another wave of pleasant energy was released. And the moment it reached the Bakedanuki, she would feel a loving warmth all around her, as well as inside of her body. As if washed over by the sun’s rays after a cold morning, it was the Warmth of White Spring that filled her muscles. With it, all of her actions would speed up rapidly. And even if it was not truly needed, perhaps it added some extra edge to the crimson-eyed yokai. And perhaps it was what allowed so many ice spikes to be formed in the first place.

What followed next was almost like a scene from a horror to Charlotte. She watched the beast be pierced by the countless formations of ice, and how its body reacted to pain. Of course, it was not the end for the creature. Even if the attack were to be lethal, the white aura that saved lives was still there, fully in effect. But it was just like that. All over and finished. Izayuki would find herself next to the young girl and ask her if she was fine. To which the white witch only nodded. But contrary to her actions, something most strange happened to her body.

Tears. They would fill those pure white orbs and spill out, adorning her cheeks as they swam down over her pale cheeks, reflecting the light of the distant Sun that made them glisten like tiny crystals, simply rolling down and then falling to the ground. She was no Phoenix and her tears did not bring life back to the dead land. But what they did was make the girl realize just how much she still had to walk before she could truly belong to the world of magic. She was scared after all. And without even asking for permission, she would let go of her staff, allowing it to fall to the ground.

With her hands freed, she threw her body forward and embraced the Bakedanuki, wrapping her arms around the older mage’s body meekly. “I’m sorry… I’m alright. I’m alright.” She repeated the sentence twice, once for the one who asked, and once for herself, as if she was trying to convince her own mind of that fact. She was alright. Not a bruise on her body, safe for ones caused by the fall earlier. But such minor wounds would heal swiftly and in no time, especially with the magic she possessed. Even though she would rarely use it to actually heal herself.

And hug did not last long, either. She would let go and wipe the tears from her face, as she still had her duties. Izayuki appeared to be fine, and still affected by the card that Charlotte used earlier. So even if her guild master had any injuries, they would be already healing by themselves right now. “Please, excuse me…” Her voice was shaking slightly as she created some distance between the two girls and her gaze fell on the nearby beast, lying on the ground and seemingly unconscious, unaware of the world around it.

Gathering her bearings, those bare feet would start walking again, dirty from the ground beneath them. Hopefully, Izayuki would not try to stop her, as this was something she just had to do. One step after another, she fell to her knees and rested right by the Griffin, her hands gently placed onto its beautiful feathers. And the very next moment, her white magic would start entering the beast's body and start healing it. Once again, she would follow her naive and minimalist view of the world. Assisting the enemy that just tried to help, saving them from the injuries their very own party caused.

That was Charlotte. And this was what she wanted to do. Help everyone, regardless of who they were or what they were doing. Because all life was equally precious in her eyes. Or perhaps… this was the will of her puppeteer? Making her save the enemy so that the story could continue? Or perhaps to add some level of drama to this event? The girl did not know. And perhaps she did not even want to know. Bliss was happiness, as long as it remained intact. Confined in the walls of her own mind, the white witch was limited only to her own view of the world.

She did not let anyone else in her world yet. Perhaps it would happen eventually. Perhaps it would not. All of that did not rest on her shoulders. And it did not even necessarily rest on the shoulders of her puppeteer. Her blank stare was soon broken completely, as all of Griffin’s injuries were healed. It still remained unconscious or at least pretended to be. Perhaps it no longer had any desire to fight. Or maybe it recognized that the fight was over and it stood no chance, despite being able to cut the healer into tiny pieces right now, with how close she stood.

But that chance was gone, as Charlotte stood back up and approached her guild master again. “There, all done! Um… you were in a bad shape when I found you, master. I can warp us back to the Silver Moon Inn and make sure you’re okay, if you want.” Picking up the witchtree branch from the ground, the young girl would extend her hand forward and wait. All Iza had to do was take hold of that small, fragile hand. And they would be engulfed by the white light, once more finding themselves in the familiar territory of the guild. Just like that, they would leave all of this behind, their duty fulfilled.

Charlotte

4,086 / 4,000 WC

The White Witch

The girl’s headmaster moved forth and approached, but did not extend her own hand to meet Charlotte’s. No, while she wished to return back, there was something she desired to know first. A question, one that was somewhat puzzling to the young White Witch. Why would she ask this now and in a place such as this? Whatever the reason, the puppet would tilt her head to the side as she recalled what she actually knew of these organizations. It wasn’t a whole lot, to be honest. Most of what Charlotte knew was from her books, some portering information correctly while others being fictional stories.

Unfortunately, the girl was not quite able to differentiate between the two on her own due to the lack of knowledge about the world around her. She had very little experience and it could quite hurt her at times. “Mafia? Um… an evil organization that extracts people of their money, gets into fights over money and performs illegal services!” That was what the books taught her. It was not much, not nearly enough to come to a proper conclusion. And surely, that was the heart of a problem for Charlotte quite often. She had answered what she knew, but what she knew was different from what general public could know.

Still, she appeared rather excited that she was able to answer at all, as if this was some pop quiz for a grand prize. Clearly, she was not used to being able to provide others with what they wanted in this area of life. She could heal wounds of others, but that was about it. When it came to regular life, she was rather clumsy and that lack of experience followed her every step of the way. Even when trying to help in the Silver Moon Inn, she would get embarrassed in front of costumers, sweep the floors wrong or even burn the food she was trying to prepare. That was Charlotte. But at least she was getting better as time went on.

Charlotte

 

The White Witch

While Charlotte was a human, she could be seen as something that could not be farther from a regular human being. A girl that inherited the power of a legendary White Witch, a girl that was assigned a puppeteer at the age of fifteen and lost all of her free will, a girl that could see things that were not really there and make them into reality. Was she really just a human. What was human in a world like this? A world covered in magical powers that would warp the principles set by a modern man, drive them into the dirt and twist them until they could no longer return to how they once were.

The young girl listened to her guild master, her expression changing several times throughout the entire monologue to reflect how she was feeling. Surprise, disbelief, happiness, and doubt. It was all there. But in the end, the puppet trusted Izayuki and she was not getting any warning signals from her puppeteer either. It was all but part of her story after all. “So mafia would be an organization of people, but more powerful than just a regular organization? I see…” She wondered why the books portrayed them as evil then? Why make those stories any different to the reality she was told right now?

Before an answer came yet another question. The Magic Council. What did she think of them? That was quite hard to say. After all, Charlotte would not form her own opinion on things all too often. She was far too naive and gullible still, always going with the flow and following what her heart ached for. “They are an organization that is trying to rule over the world of magic and makes sure it has rules that have to be followed, else the whole world could be plunged into chaos. OH! Are you saying that they are like a mafia then?!” She thought she figured it out.

They were a closed organization of people that was in the specific field of magical world and had a controlling influence over it! A genuine smile would appear on the girl’s face as she looked pleased with herself. “And they have sent me here to help people, which lead to me finding and helping you. Which means that if they are like a mafia, then mafias really don’t have to be bad like you’re saying!” Did she connect the dot? Well, she certainly connected some dots together in her jumbled mind. But they were probably not the dots Izayuki wished her to connect.

Charlotte

 

The White Witch

The girl smiled warmly as Izayuki said that she was correct in the way she connected everything together. Though that expression quickly turned into a slightly different one after the guild master started ‘enlightening’ the pure child. Her head was an infinite well of potential and stories that created a vortex of chaos, something that almost no one could orientate themselves in. The story approach was surely better than being blunt about it, yes. But there was already information in Charlotte’s head that would conflict with all of this. For few moments after it was all done, she had closed her eyes and pondered.

Once the lids opened up again to reveal those pure white orbs, staring directly at the bakedanuki, they had a certain look to them. As if determined, but warped ever so slightly. And the words that escaped her lips after were filled with brittle confidence, more so than any before. “Isn’t that… normal? If anyone would be allowed to have a weapon of mass destruction, then surely a lot of people would be harmed later on. Across the history of the world, wasn’t it common for those in the leading position to distance themselves from the battle at all cost?”

She blinked few times, almost as if she was confused where the problem was. “Those on the top of specific groups usually do not focus on their raw power, but instead on their mind. So in order to win conflicts, they have to rely on someone else to fight for them, while they become the brains of the operation from the back line. If they were to be destroyed, then the front forces would lose their chain of commands and quickly succumb to loss as well. ” She gestured with one of her hands lightly as she explained what she learned from several books in her room.

Though at the end, her expression saddened again. “But not every battle can be won, because there will always be someone better than you, no matter how good you become. Darius said that before he had to go on a journey where he would be bested…” Whether seeing reality through the eyes of a book that Izayuki herself probably never read was good or bad had to be yet decided for the young White Witch. But in any case, she pushed few seeds of her own into the soil of their conversation, two different wisdoms clashing against each other. Which one was right? Was there ever a right one?

Charlotte

 

The White Witch

Charlotte could not help it but to try and see the world in a much positive way than it really was. To see good where there was none. To see positive in all the negative. Some would say that was a good thing, having such a positive outlook on the world. But in this girl’s case, it was the opposite of good. For it was not even her choice anymore. Even if she wanted to see what was right in front of her, that corrupted brain resting inside of her head would process things however it wanted, in order to protect itself. In order to protect Charlotte from a complete meltdown and self-destruction.

Who precisely was Charlotte? What was known at this point was the fact that she was a girl abandoned by her parents right after birth, left alone in an empty home as the pair ran away from the city, never to return. And the girl with strange powers that scared her parents so much was to perish from hunger alone, in an empty house. However, that did not come to pass. Instead, she was cared for by a creature that no one else could see, the Observer. A tall man dressed in black and often wearing a goat’s skull as a mask. And along with him, there was the rest of the house.

A building that was starting to fall apart after all the years of no maintenance. But what did the girl see? A beautiful and pristine home that was as white as she was. All those years in complete solitude before the puppeteer even showed up probably drove her insane in a way. Her mind had developed a defensive system that would completely filter out all negative and only leave, or even create, positive things that she could focus on. And that’s how she came to be, an unreliable narrator with powers that would allow her mind to flourish on magic.

It was this system in her head that activated when she went to those ruins and her party encountered Harper along with his bloodthirsty bandit group. It happened many other times, but it seemed that in certain cases, she was able to suppress it and live a normal life for but a moment. But that did not seem to be the case right now, as a strange high-pitched noise filled her head and froze her figure completely. And once the noise finally disappeared, all that remained were few words of the Guild Master, jumbled together to form sentences that she did not even utter.

The girl blinked few times at the lady in front of her in confusion and then shook her head. “Yes, Black Rose is an amazing guild! I’m sure it will only grow more popular!” The legal guild already appeared to be a pretty good leading force in the world of magic, as it’s member base was quite large and very pleasant to the young white witch.

Charlotte

 

The White Witch

Charlotte remained silent for a moment until her guild master showed the well known gesture and said this had to be kept secret from the outside world. Why did it have to be kept a secret if they were not doing anything bad? The girl didn’t quite understand, but she accepted it for now, nodding in agreement. Though soon after, she hanged her head low for a moment as her expression became somewhat saddened. Today was a strange day with a lot of new information being directed at her. And the poor child did not quite know how to deal with it all at once. There was just one thing she had to ask.

“You just want to take their place by becoming more popular… right? You don’t want to hurt anyone along the way… promise?” Not only as a healer but also as an innocent child, the White Witch was was against the idea of forcing their way up the ranks. If they would take the council’s spot by harming others, then would they even be any better than the council Izayuki described? Either way, the girl wished for a promise, even if it might have been an empty one. She didn’t want to see anyone suffer, be it at the hands of her guild or a complete stranger. And that never changed.

What seemingly perked her up was the leaf, however. Her posture would narrow again as her pupil-less eyes became affixed at the beautiful piece of green. As it was handed to her, she would take hold of it very carefully, as if it was one of the most fragile things in this world. Somehow, she couldn’t quite look away from it. It was her first time seeing such an item, despite it’s appearance being similar to any other regular leaf. But this one was special, as her guild master explained. Finally being able to tear her gaze away, Charlotte look up at the other female with a bright smile again. “Thank you, I will treasure it!”

Charlotte

 

The White Witch

Promises were something almost sacred to Charlotte. Her innocent and childish mind saw them as the absolutely level of trust that could surely never be betrayed, lest you shall be punished by the gods themselves. And certainly, in her case it might have been so. After all, she was surrounded by all kinds of strangeness that would seep into reality from her mind alone. And every word that she were to utter could have a greater meaning in the perspective of a bigger story. Regardless, she was very happy and satisfied with the fact that her guild master could promise that her guild would strive to the top through peaceful solutions.

And honestly, the young white witch was already noticing the silver tail waving from one side to another with glistening eyes. She oh so wanted to touch it, see how it might feel for but a single moment. Thankfully, she was quite a composed one, able to restrain herself from any acts devoid of proper control over her own body and mind. So instead, she would simple nod and smile at the suggestion of going ‘home’. In this case, the Silver Moon Inn was dubbed as such. Shame that for Charlotte, there was no real home, as even the building she lived in was an accursed epicenter of disasters waiting to happen.

As Izayuki extended her hand forward, so would the white witch. And the moment the tips of their feminine fingers touched, a white light would bind them both. For but a moment, the scenery around them would change to an infinite desert of white sand. And before they could even blink, they were indeed in the very familiar inn. Charlotte would retreat her body from the guild master, hoping that her touch did not insult the higher being in any way. But she would remember the soft sensation of another’s bare skin for a while. Though, as of right now, she had realized one pretty important detail she had been neglecting thus far.

“I… I was supposed to run around the Fat Monsterland and help anyone injured! P..please excuse me!” Remembering her duty that she should not take lightly, the girl would perform her world-shaping trick once more, only to disappear in the thin veil of paster white magic, leaving the bakedanuki to her own devices. But at least she was home and did not have to travel anywhere else for the day, unless she chose to, of course. It was still, without a single moment of doubt, a very fruitful journey for them both, one that could start yet another story if they so chose. And if the puppeteers were to mold in for their own entertainment.

Charlotte