The war had ended.
Immersed in the joy of victory, spoils were handed out and the substantial material rewards made the witches of Nestor Corporation happier than at any other time before.
After several days of intense combat, a sense of fatigue welled up, and they wanted to rest right away, but no matter what, they couldn't fall asleep.
Because one person had left their lives.
That man who connected everything, who naturally blended into the group when he was around, unremarkably. But once he truly disappeared, they felt an emptiness inside.
The witches gathered, their excitement fading, leaving them distraught.
"Where has the boss gone?" 102 was anxious, she had returned to Shijin Mansion, but couldn't find him in his usual haunts; she had a bellyful of joy she wanted to share.
"He's gone to another world," 101 said calmly, her heart also aching, but she couldn't show it.
"The boss is dead!" 102 immediately burst into tears, "I don't want this!"
