Witch.
Luo Chuan remembered that the first time he had heard that name was at the Opera House in Sainia.
"Witch's Journey."
That should have been the name of the opera.
The story was roughly about the various things a witch encountered while traveling the world.
Aside from those that had been created from scratch, most of Kolo's operas were adapted from true stories.
Luo Chuan simply had not expected Anno to be connected to it.
Luo Chuan showed great interest in this, and Yao Ziyan told him about what the two of them had discussed earlier.
To sum it up, it was how Anno had met the witch and what sort of story had unfolded between them.
"Anno said she met the witch in a forest. Back then, she was exhausted and starving, so she fell asleep in a cave. When she woke up, there was a bonfire in the cave, and that witch was sitting beside her."
"It sounds... like the beginning of a novel."
Luo Chuan stroked his chin and gave that assessment.
If the elf girl's experiences were written into a novel, it would probably be hugely popular.
He had even thought of the title—"About How I, an Elf, Somehow Traveled to Another World, Somehow Met a Witch, and Began My Everyday Life in Another World."
What followed was Yao Ziyan's narration.
Luo Chuan listened quietly, asking a few questions now and then.
Time flowed silently. The potted plants on the windowsill swayed gently in the wind, shredding the moon's reflection.
Yao Ziyan stretched. "That's about it. Anno only said that much just now. Time to sleep, time to sleep. It's already so late."
At the end, she could not help yawning.
Luo Chuan hummed, yet showed no intention of leaving.
"I'm going to rest." Yao