Once Witch recovered from the mishap, she was about to scold him when she noticed that every inch of the formerly filthy castle gleamed as though it had been polished.
Even the years-old grime left behind by the experiments she had once been so proud of had vanished without a trace, leaving only a pile of sparkling clean bottles.
With trembling hands, Witch pulled a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on, then pointed at the scene before her.
"You did this?"
Cordis clearly hadn't realized how serious the situation was. He nodded proudly, expecting to be praised.
Witch, who had seemed fairly amiable until then, suddenly flew into a rage, transforming from an adorable little girl into a two-meter-tall old monster with a face covered in wrinkles.
"Hey, Miss Witch, I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding."
Cordis had no idea why the cute little Witch had suddenly gone berserk. Just as he thought a fierce battle was about to break out, something else happened.
Witch pulled a bottle of potion from her clothes and hurled it at Cordis, roaring, "Here's what you wanted! Take it!"
As she spoke, the potion splashed over Cordis, and smoke billowed up in an instant.
Just as Cordis began to wonder whether the potion was some kind of poison, his chest suddenly grew heavy. His back, which he had been able to hold straight before, instinctively bent under the weight.
"What the hell is this?!"
"My voice?"
The moment he spoke, Cordis realized his voice had suddenly become high and thin. He instinctively felt his neck, only to discover that his Adam's apple had disappeared too.
Only then did Cordis finally realize how serious things were. He manipulated the smoke drifting wildly before him, clearing it away, and