PROLOGUE
A spring shower washed over the verdant plains.
Falling from the sky as softly as a whisper, the raindrops dampened the flowers that filled the meadow, as well as the boughs of a solitary tree that stood atop a gently sloping hill.
“…Oh wow, it’s really coming down, huh?”
Under that tree stood a young witch, gazing vacantly up at the ash-gray sky.
Her long, smooth hair was the same color as the clouds, and she wore a black robe, a pointy black hat, and a star-shaped brooch—proof that she was a witch.
Beside her, a broom leaned against the tree, and a large suitcase was just beneath it. This young lady was a witch and a traveler.
“…What do I do?”
And she was also lost.
Should I keep going? Or should I just stay put and wait it out?
As a witch, it wouldn’t have been impossible for her to fly her broom and magically keep the rain off her at the same time, if she felt like it.
“……”
However, as she stood there watching the rain fall, any motivation to solve her problem with magic fizzled away. Far in the distance, the witch could see a thin sunbeam pierce through the clouds, parting them like curtains. The gloomy terrain became brighter with the sun’s rays. The raindrops caught the light, shimmering as they fell from on high.
A sun shower.
“…I think I’ll relax here for a while.”
This young witch had her eyes and heart stolen away by the beautiful scenery stretching out before her. Just who could she be?
That’s right. She’s me.
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