Chapitre 7: Arc 1: The Good Witch of The Lake
Roze reminisces of the day she first meet him.
—it happened shortly after her grandmother died;
Roze, who at the time is still a budding witch, fails at concocting potion—something that wasn't an unusual occurrence, either.
That day, for the first time in her life, she has to go replenishes the ingredients by herself. Alone, in the big city.
The Capital is right next to the forest Roze inhabits. For all she knows, the forest might have been part of the Capital all along.
The city is brimming with smiles, liveliness, and noise—everything the woods don't have.
The highway, paved with stones of many shapes, is surprisingly easy to tread on.
Houses made of bricks are lined up together in neat order. There are tents in front of them. In one of the tents, sacks full of grains and baskets filled with colorful vegetables can be seen. In another tent, in which rabbit and fox pelts hang, the owner is seen conversing with the customer while puffing smoke from his pipe.
As usual, everyone is full of life. Yet, however, this time, she can't afford to enjoy the spectacle.
Her heart trembles with anxiety more than joy.
Not just the loss of her grandmother, she also has to endure a workload that's originally meant for two people. She is completely exhausted—both mentally and physically.
Since she's new, the clients are skeptical towards her. In addition, she has to deal with chores she's unaccustomed with.
Until now, I've always come with my grandmother. As she was also a Master Witch, she always guided me…
She's more confident when in the forest because she knows the place better than anyone else.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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