Miss Shiori Is a Witch? (Part 2)

High in the sky.

The people of Rattatoskr were in an uproar.

These peculiar, perverted do-gooders always brought Itsori unexpected surprises, but at this moment, their expressions were unprecedentedly uniform—utter shock and terror.

Itsori looked at the man with difficulty.

The noisy sounds in her headset conveyed just how horrifying the information was.

The man before them was an existence wholly unknown even to Rattatoskr.

Hidden history seemed to be revealing an unknown side of itself to her.

As long as he spoke, every doubt would be answered.

It was like a pilgrimage.

With reverence and sincerity nearly akin to worshipping a god, the girl asked the wizard a question.

"May I ask what the Spirit Arts and wizards you mentioned are?"

"Woodman never told you how Spirits were born? You're this surprised by my appearance?"

"Since you helped pay one of my expenses, perhaps I should give you a little lesson in common knowledge?"

As though he truly were one of the wizards, the man in the projection leisurely set down the fairy-tale book in his hand.

The pages landed on the table with a soft slap.

As if some mechanism had been triggered, the "change" arrived.

Night fell.

Without any reason.

Her eyes could no longer see anything, and her ears could not hear even the faintest trace of noise.

Sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste—all of them seemed to have been stripped away.

Was this the flashback before death?

Terror flooded Itsori's heart.

She could not understand any of what was happening.

Yet just as she began to wonder whether she had already died, a rooster crowed beside her ear.

Then the sky brightened, the wind began to blow, and the world revealed its shape. Fresh, natural air poured into her lungs.

A slightly damp sensation came from