CHAPTER 1
The Story of a Certain Traveler
She turned the page.
Her hair was ashen. Her eyes were lapis. The young woman was dressed in a black pointed hat and a black robe, with a star-shaped brooch upon her chest. The brooch signified that she was a witch, the highest position among mages.
She was a witch, and she was also a traveler.
She was free to wake up whenever she liked. She was free to sleep whenever she liked. She had been spending her days wandering aimlessly from one place to the next.
And she was just beginning another day of total freedom.
“……”
On the terrace of a café, the young woman looked up from her book and casually surveyed her surroundings.
There were very few people on the streets, perhaps because the city was just beginning to wake up, and a tranquil air hung over the place beneath the rays of the rising sun.
Listening carefully, the young woman heard a waitress setting down a cup on a nearby table. A moment later, the aroma of coffee wafted delicately overhead. At the same time, she remembered that her own coffee had grown cold and that there was hardly any left in her cup.
In a hurry, she finished the remaining coffee, called over the waitress, and ordered a refill.
Then she lowered her gaze once more and continued her story.
Since she was in an unfamiliar place, she thought that maybe she should go out and enjoy some of the local cuisine or perhaps visit the tourist attractions.
But she just glanced down at her watch and decided to stay put at the café until she had finished her book.
After all, her journey would continue later that day, and the next day, too, so she still had plenty of time. She could postpone seeing the sights and sampling new foods.
For the moment, she simply wanted to immerse herself in the story before her.
By the way…
…This traveling witch who had been spending a lazy morning lost in a book—who on earth could she be?
That’s right, she’s me.
And I’m invested in this story, so I’m turning the page.
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