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1.

About a week had passed since I escaped from the Shukeros family.

What did you do in a week? You could say you crossed the continent.

“Arrival.”

And finally, the long journey has come to an end.

We crossed the river and passed through the forest to reach our destination.

“…Is this really the right place?”

“That’s right… Yeah. ”

It was in the middle of the forest.

A place where you can feel the great outdoors, with trees plentiful and birds fluttering their wings all around.

So, it doesn’t fit with the word destination.

“Okay, wait, is this the right place???”

I was confused and rummaged through the bushes ahead, and my real destination came into view.

“That’s right.”

“Is it really true this time?”

“Yeah.”

Yuli and I looked at each other to make sure we had really reached our destination.

The destination is the door.

It’s a door made of very, very old wood.

Moss grows all around and there are wounds here and there, probably from attacks by nearby animals.

Another strange thing is that there is only a door and one wall.

“Whew, let’s go.”

He controlled his own magical wave, a magical wave that was like fingerprint recognition, and grabbed the doorknob.

-Suddenly

As I opened the door, a contrasting sight came into view.

A very clear sky spread out, not the color of a forest full of green.

And that bird in the sky is not a familiar one.

witch.

A witch riding a broom, somewhat obediently, in a posture that seems to be sitting on a woman’s saddle.

Her long purple hair flutters in the wind, and her pleated dress flutters to and fro.

He holds the neck of the broom with one hand and his hat with the other, and flies freely.

The place you enter through the forest gate is the witch’s city.

There is no name for the city.

It’s just a city of witches.

“…That’s amazing. It’s definitely amazing.”

“Really?”

Yuli raised her head and watched the flying witches.

This is especially true since there are no wizards in this world who can perform magic.

It seems amazing that you can fly without any effort.

It’s not like I’ve seen it once or twice.

“We have the same broom, so why can’t I fly?”

“…Okay.”

“Wouldn’t it be hard to use a broom? No. Could a witch handle it?”

Yuli chattered, asking questions she had never asked before.

I never thought I’d worry about my colleague with the same broom.

I walked towards my real destination, stepping on the stone floor.

“Huh? Look at him. A man who looks like that… is a warrior!”

“What, why are you making such a fuss? You always see it around this time of year.”

“What is it, Kai… Sar? Is that the correct name?”

There were many witches around.

When it comes to witches, they are usually treated as evil beings with shabby old appearances, dark thoughts, and who use black magic.

In this world, people called witches are closer to goddesses.

First of all, with fire, you don’t age.

It’s not immortal though.

All witches are well versed in magic, and each one is related to a concept of this world.

If we compare it to mythology, there is Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, and Demeter, the goddess of harvest?

She does not die, and controls a part of this world with her magic, and retains eternal beauty with her immortal body.

That’s why most witches look down on such arrogant goddesses.

It is actually high, but it is closer to the idiomatic expression meaning that one’s nose is high.

Rather than expressing it as being obsessed with a sense of superiority…

The way we perceive the world is very different.

Any paper witches living outside the witch city are insignificant in the eyes of the witches.

Just as humans themselves do not care about non-human animals.

That kind of witch.

“…Respect.”

“Thank you.”

“I am always grateful.”

The warrior bows his head to Caesar.

The intention is to show gratitude or show respect.

They bowed their heads deeply, which was unexpected for a witch so full of confidence, self-esteem, and beauty.

“…Ahem. Well, me too, yes, thank you. Oh my, why go that far, yes, yes.”

I nodded, not being used to that kind of hospitality.

It’s hard to adapt to the world line that changed from being treated like a nobody to being the hero of the village.

‘I wonder if Naruto felt this way too.’

Ah, the foggy aspect of memory doesn’t work here.

Because the foggy aspect of memory is an aspect that applies to people living in this world.

The witch is powerful.

When the wizards of this world see a witch, they lament their talents and feel like committing suicide.

Archmage = The power of a witch who flies on a broomstick.

Then why don’t those great witches defeat the Demon King and conquer this world?

Compared to this continent, is it only living in a small city?

“I remember your hard work and sacrifice.”

“…Witch of Memory.”

“We salute the heroes who saved this world and our hometown.”

The witch is not of this world.

To be more specific, the Witch’s City is included in the world’s continent, but it cannot actually exert influence on the continent.

It means that even if the Demon King appears and the world is in danger of destruction, nothing can be done.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s a witch who plays with the laws of this world and isn’t a continental person, or if she’s not a continental person and thus has the laws of this world in her palm, but let’s put that aside.

You can remember and thank me for saving the world in a situation where you couldn’t do anything.

“Hey, why are you saying that again?”

The Witch of Memory came out to greet us in person.

The person who made me walk this long road and the person who came to me for help.

Black hair like night flutters charmingly.

He wore tight-fitting suit pants that accentuated his long, slender legs.

In contrast, he wore a long navy blue coat draped over his shoulders over a white shirt.

A modern fashion that appeared in a place where dresses that European aristocrats would wear were popular.

He had the feel of a successful European fashion industry businessman and an urbane vibe.

“You are still beautiful.”

“You too?”

The appearance of a witch who has fully benefited from the effects of immortality always shines.

Even if you hear rude words, he answers without any change in expression.

“Let’s go to my tower first. It’s not polite to leave guests outside for too long.”

“Yep.”

I followed the witch’s words without saying a word.

And then, a pagoda erected not far away came into view.

A tower piercing the blue sky.

I followed the witch with the nickname of the Witch of Memory up to the magic tower.

2.

“Is everything okay?”

“…is there.”

“That’s too bad.”

A slightly more relaxed attitude than the polite and respectful attitude he displayed when we first met.

After seeing each other’s faces regularly for 18 years, this level of intimacy is not at all strange.

“The Demon King has appeared again.”

“…Really?”

If I suddenly bring up the main topic and say that we are not on good terms, would that explain it?

The Witch of Memory, who heard the prophecy that the world would be destroyed again, showed no particular reaction.

“Finally, it’s closer to now, right?”

“Hmm, right.”

“Has it been about 8 years?”

Witches perceive the flow of time differently than ordinary people.

Maybe it’s because he was originally a being close to God, but he often gets into trouble.

“No, it’s been about 18 years.”

“Oh no.”

It was 18 years ago that I first heard the story of King Akama.

After hearing an explanation about the witch’s general identity, world view, etc., I shared everything I knew.

Just like the original, there is also a story about King Akama.

So, he was the first person I met when I was selected as a warrior and recruited a warrior party.

The matter at that time was.

‘Please include this child in the warrior party.’

To get his disciple to join the warrior party.

Even the witches knew about the existence of the Demon King and couldn’t just suck their thumbs.

Because my own house was about to collapse, I had to do everything I could.

So there was only one way out of the witches’ meeting.

Since she is not yet a witch, she decided to add a witch’s disciple who can intervene in this world to the warrior party.

That’s how I was able to receive the witch’s disciple from among my warrior party members.

Of course, since he was not even close to the witch’s influence, only one person could be the witch’s disciple.

“Hmm… I guess I have no choice but to do it according to plan.”

After a long period of absent-mindedness, the witch opened her mouth.

I couldn’t hear him properly because he was mumbling to himself.

“That’s right, that’s what you asked for.”

“Ah, thank you always.”

“You don’t have to thank me like that. It’s just a natural reward because I remember your achievements.”

“…Still.”

“Please check if it is inserted correctly.”

The envelope the witch handed me was very familiar.

That envelope that comes to mind is a happy otter dancing on a yellow background and begging to save our lives.

It contained various ingredients that could not be found here.

“Gochujang, soy sauce, tabasco sauce, kimchi…”

It contained everything I asked for.

“I’m thinking of building a villa in Korea. I’m going back and forth to Korea more than once or twice.”

“I guess it’s okay.”

He continued talking as if it was nothing.

Witches are beings that do not belong in this world.

You can travel between this world and another world, Earth, without any restrictions of this world.

Through a single door visible from outside the tower.

“Food plays a big role in soothing homesickness.”

“That’s right.”

“If it’s a nobleman’s request to comfort his lonely and desolate heart in a foreign land, wouldn’t it be okay to invest this much?”

“Ahem, I’m afraid you might lose face.”

The Witch of Memory personally went to the market to procure real-world ingredients for my request.

When you told me to just let you know if I needed anything, I told you to just do whatever you wanted, and you actually bought it for me.

Since then, he has been shopping for me twice a year.

“Well, let’s stop the small talk and focus on the treatment first. If we keep chitchat like this, we won’t be able to do anything until night.”

“Okay, I understand. Yuli, let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

The Witch of Memory’s business wasn’t just grocery shopping.

There is a mountain of things to talk about and a ton of things to do.

I followed the witch, thinking that today would be a long day.