..
On the roof.
The Nimbus Cloud gradually disappeared and turned into a faintly discernible white mist.
Roger stood there.
His eyes were fixed on the ether witch.
The latter's expression changed from the joking one at the beginning.
It turned into a serious look with a hint of reproaching.
The two of them looked at each other for a while.
Roger shook his head slightly.
"You're not my child."
The witch's face immediately blushed.
Whoosh!
A blazing fireball flew over like a shuttle.
But Roger easily caught it with a slap.
Hualala!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Roger himself was naturally unscathed.
..
"You're very sharp."
"I'm indeed not your child."
The expression on the witch's face returned to calmness.
She pulled out a flame ribbon from the sparks and tied her hair up.
As he tied it, he said, "
"But there are some memories in my mind that don't belong to me."
