In the outskirts of an old cemetery
"Kumba, kumba~ Boba Bobba~"
Dancing in front of a grave, a young woman danced over it as she performed some ritualistic dance.
Beside her, a young teenage girl sat as she watched her.
"Bobba~, booba~, ta-ning!" The young woman stopped.
"Rise from the coffin and greet me, the great Cecilia~!"
Nothing changed. After a few seconds, the coffin remained dormant.
"Master, your name is Celia."
"Ah."
Celia, the outcast witch gasped after being reminded by her apprentice.
"Master... Did you really forget your name? For the 3rd time?"
"N-noo~ I just, I was too focused and forgot to say certain words... Whatever! Let's do this again." Celia pouted as she saw her apprentices' non-believing expression.
"We can't master." The girl remained in place.
"Eh, why not, my tiny Arrabelle?"
Arrabelle gave a tired sigh,
"Your last 5 attempts already consumed all of the herbs and pixie dust."
"What! How is that possible?!" Celia ran to check the dimension bag.
"Ehhhh..." Seeing the empty bag, Celia froze.
"Master, are you okay?"
Celia tearfully sighed.
"My apprentice, it seems we're in big trouble."
***
"So, what you're telling me, Celia. Is that you already expended all of the materials I gave you before, and now. Two days later, you want more."
A big and meaty man asked from behind his desk.
"Haha... Yes, that's exactly it." Celia showed a beautiful smile.
"Hehe~ Do you take me for an idiot? You have already used up the materials from before, and now, you ask for more without even paying back the ones you already took!? No!"
"Oh, c'mon Lukas... Aren't we old pals?"
"Old pals? You haven't paid me back a single cent! How can I ever be friends with someone who can't even pay back their debts?!"
"Haha... Um, so I take that as a no for a loan?"
"..."
***
Leaving the office
Arrabelle looked up to see her master walking toward her.
"Master! Were you able to get the materials?"
"...No. And we're gonna have to leave. That guy Lukas banned us for life."
"What? M-master, how are we going to buy materials without a merchant?!"
"D-don't worry, your master has it covered. Trust me."
***
4 days later...
"Master."
"Yes, my tiny Arrabelle?"
"You don't have this covered, don't you."
"...I'm afraid not."
The two collectively sighed.