Chapter 91 - Get the Head Rolling Out

A sight of vagueness to behold, whether with serious intention or a joking one that was, even when it was supposed to be a kind of momentous response when a defined question was asked. But instead one who was asking the question, got what she never thought such would even be capable of being included in one of countless possibilities for ways of presenting an answer. More so with what she heard as a merry jolly timbre that of a girl's mellifluous voice who seemingly had just gotten a sudden bonanza after her many seconds worth of voiceless and the stillness of her outward bearing—regardless of sounding slightly swathed underneath layer of that wood-like white mask—a sudden bonanza of which the witch had just gotten in a form of a vague hand-pointing gesture, explaining what the gesture meant to while pointing at seemingly a random space just above a calm and supposedly soothing flow of a nearby river,