She bowed her head slightly, her expression respectful.
"If I become the Monster Witch, I will not be able to stay by Ahtal's side."
"Is that so," the Witch of Death nodded slightly and glanced at Sharon beside her, who cooperatively poured a cup of tea for the little mare.
"Come and sit."
"…" The little mare hesitated for a moment but eventually walked over obediently and sat down opposite the Witch of Death, smoothing her skirt.
"The magic to transform into the Monster Witch will allow you to become the Monster Witch," the Witch of Death took out a scroll and gently pushed it across the table to the little mare.
"If you're interested, you might want to try it."
"…" The little mare picked up the scroll from the table, opened it to take a look, and found that she could not understand it. Being just a mare, she lacked advanced magical knowledge, even though she knew the scroll in front of her could grant her the power of the Monster Witch.
Not understanding it was of no help.
