"The ring Spells don't need chanting.", Archer was still doing his items researches when he felt an enemy approaching.
The boy fastly jumped to the top of a tree and waited. Coming exactly to the tree he was on, a Witch. She was walking slowly and even if she did notice him what he thought be impossible, she wasn't showing any hostility.
"Leave from there, Vermilion.", the Witch said to him and even locked her eyes with his.
"Y-yeah.", Archer jumped down and stayed on the Witch's front.
The Witch was one of the most ugly thing Archer had seen on his entire life but then she hugged him. Archer didn't want to acknowledge but within that action was pure care and love even if he wasn't that Vermilion.
"We thought that you were dead.", she said and Archer understood the Witch feeling but he couldn't do that.
"I'm not Vermilion.", he said as he couldn't receive the feeling that were directed to other person. "I'm a student of this school."
