In the forest, the girl who had pulled down her hood leaned against a big tree, her head slightly tilted upward, her pupils unfocused as she stared ahead.
"It's not like I wanted this."
"Hmph, what does it matter if it's a monster? I didn't save you to be thanked."
"That's enough."
The girl pulled her hood back up and, with cold but firm steps, walked deeper into the woods.
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On a rarely trodden wilderness.
The girl in the black robe squinted, gazing at a figure in the distance.
She spoke loudly:
"Hmph, I am a person of misfortune, a cursed one."
"But we are all people of misfortune, all of us."
The girl with pink hair reached out her hand.
She also extended her hand.
But they were people whom the world could not tolerate.
They were witches, they were monsters.
"I heard that in a distant empire, witches can live like normal people."
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"We ultimately never reached the place of our dreams."
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"Yet, we were lucky to have come to a place like this."
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