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#7

“Ah. Where is the handsome prince~”

While watching the entertainment channel on the Internet portal, I kept scrolling down the mouse wheel, and I let out a sigh of regret while looking at the handsome and warm-hearted actors and idols.

Something is missing.

I was originally a man, but then I turned into a pretty girl.

It is true that I have a certain amount of attraction to handsome men even at this moment, perhaps because of the influence of estrogen that dominates my entire body. However, if you ask me whether it is to the extent of becoming a slut, I could answer no.

Some might say that even this much is a huge change.

But… um.

Yeah, let’s be honest.

It might be a little scary.

Like the many cliche protagonists of TS dramas, it is clear that I too have not yet been able to let go of my identity as a man.

“Hoo… .”

If this trend continues, we might end up with the most boring no-man’s-land ending among TS works.

“Of course, it would be perfect to kidnap a pretty boy who looks like a girl, raise him, and then eat him.”

“Crazy bitch.”

“????”

I was smiling broadly as I looked at the pictures of boys who were as pretty and cute as any other girl, when suddenly I heard my teacher’s voice from behind me and flinched.

“Why? What?”

“Do you know that you are the weirdest witch I’ve ever seen? Disciple.”

“Huh. What’s wrong with me? I’m just plain ordinary.”

“Ordinary? Come visit me every day and teach me the magic to make my chest bigger~ How can you be ordinary when you’re acting like a slut?”

“Ugh… , That’s because the Master broke the contract… .”

“Be quiet, be prepared.”

“Huh? It’s not dinner time yet?”

“Who said you were going to eat?”

Then what do you want me to prepare, you rascal? Do I have to do laundry or something?

Graduate students also won’t do their professors’ laundry, cleaning, dishes, or meals. Seriously.

I looked at my teacher with sharp eyes.

She answered with a snicker.

“Getting ready to go out.”

“Huh??”

Getting ready to go out??

Wasn’t I supposed to not go out?

Until the witches themselves solve their own chronic flaws, aren’t they just going to be stuck here and bullied by a big-breasted, ill-tempered teacher?

“I’m going to do an internship.”

“Time, practice!? What kind of practice is this??”

My heart is pounding.

It’s been a whole year since I’ve been outside.

Finally, I can face the sunlight with my bare body, rather than through a window!

“Practice of extracting mystery. You learned the theory, right?”

“Oh, yes. I know.”

But… doesn’t that mean I have to go fight the monster?

I’m not confident in fighting… .

My body is also weak.

“Hahaha. Be confident. Heaven. You are my disciple.”

“That’s right.”

Anyway… It was true that going out after a year made my heart flutter.

As she said, I was Eugene’s disciple. If I were in danger while dealing with a monster, she would definitely help me.

“Don’t think like, “I’ll help you anyway.” I won’t care if you die.”

“… … .”

As expected, she has a witch-like disposition.

She has big breasts, is a gourmet who eats rice in Sol’s eyes, has a dirty personality, and lives an even dirtier lifestyle than an old maid.

I have to find my own way to live.

I swept all the alchemy herbs and alchemy materials from my room into my bag.

As an alchemist, there’s nothing more foolish than running out of materials.

That wasn’t the end of it. I sneaked into my teacher’s workshop and tried to take the materials she had stockpiled.

“That’s mine. Even if we are teacher and student, we must keep the line.”

“… … .”

It’s strange. Isn’t the fact that the master is willing to let his disciple die proof that you crossed the line first?

Anyway, I had no choice but to give up because of her stubborn resistance.

Instead, I took a kitchen knife and a hammer.

“Why on earth did you bring that?”

“The teacher left his disciple to die. I tried to find a way to survive in my own way.”

“… Are you kidding me? Why are you acting so petty at the age of 22? Can you even hammer in the first place?”

“Are you ignoring me right now? Calling me a bitch who can’t even use a hammer?”

“No. Look at it now. Why are your arms shaking so much when you’re just holding a hammer?”

“No?”

◦If it’s not %◦, it’s informal speech.”

“Is that so?”

“I guess so, but it’s informal speech.”

Tch. They won’t even let me carry a hammer or a kitchen knife.

If I die like this from the monster, it will still torment me after I die.

Didn’t they say that if a woman is cold, it will frost even in May?

The sorrow of the poor pretty girl who died a virgin without even being able to have sex must be as big and heavy as my heart.

What? You’re saying that since I don’t have a heart, I have no limits?

No? I am a S-class glamorous high school girl in the city (from the Hunter Gallery).

Her chest is a G-cup, she is 170cm tall, and she weighs 45kg. I’ll underline this because it’s important.

“Anyway, put down the knife and hammer. I won’t be using those.”

“… You said you were going to hunt monsters. Then you have to catch the ones that look like monsters.”

“No! That’s not it! Would you ask a slacker like you to do something like that already?”

“I think you’re lying… . You said you’d teach me the magic of becoming glamorous, but you didn’t teach me.”

“Ha. I’m stressed. Why did I accept this as my disciple?”

This is Ihadongmun.

Why did you choose such a messy and eccentric woman as your teacher?

The master forcibly took away the hammer and knife. I was so weak that I almost cried because I saw how miserable it was to have them taken away in an instant.

“Let me explain a little more. As you know, some monsters have physical entities, but many don’t. The ones we’re targeting are the latter.”

“Then can you tell me what kind of monster it is?”

“This is a monster that can only be seen in Korea.”

She just answered like that and didn’t give any more hints.

I wonder…. What kind of monsters only appear in Korea?

That’s how my first witch training began.

#8

Have you heard of the fan ghost story?

It’s a horror story that if you sleep in a closed room with the fan on, you will die.

I don’t know when this ghost story became popular. It was probably a rumor that circulated during the industrial boom when Korea was growing rapidly.

Now in the 21st century, everyone knows that the horror story was false.

Wasn’t that nonsense from the start?

A fan isn’t a living thing and doesn’t emit carbon dioxide through breathing, so how can you die from sleeping with a fan on?

However, the monsters hide their appearance in the history created by these empty words and oral traditions.

That is, in this world, there were far more monsters that did not show up than monsters that did.

The reason why all monsters are perceived as dangerous and enemies of humanity is because, up until now, they have been, without exception, twisted mysteries that have emerged from outside the world’s established principles and providence, and have been a being that wishes for endless destruction and massacre.

I also only learned these facts after I became a witch.

As monsters, the existence of our witches who belong to the other side of the world has not been revealed to the world.

The witch does not wish for destruction or annihilation.

Like other ordinary people, they want to live together in society.

That is why the monster called a witch has not appeared in this world.

“So the monster we’re going to catch is that fan monster?”

“That’s right.”

“But it’s strange.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If the ghost story about the electric fan is true and the monster is born, shouldn’t there really be someone who dies when you sleep with the fan on in a closed room?”

“It is said that the fact that a monster hides itself through rumors and word of mouth as a mystery and the fact that the concept becomes real are separate issues.”

“Please explain a little more.”

“Okay. Let’s think about it. From now on, you are an octopus.”

“Yes??”

“No, I’m just giving an example.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Can’t octopuses change their body color to match the surrounding terrain?”

As she spoke, she showed me a video of the octopus’ camouflage technique.

The octopus, which was stuck to a rough rock, instantly changed its appearance to resemble the rock.

“Look. The octopus turned into a stone. So is this octopus a stone?”

“… Are there any stone octopuses?”

“… But that doesn’t mean that the stone octopus is a stone. It’s an octopus.”

“That’s right.”

“Yes. That’s it. Of course, it can be influenced by the concept that is the object of the metaphor, but I wanted to say that the mystery works on providence and affects the world differently.”

“I understand.”

So, by borrowing the format of the fan ghost story, it’s just hidden. What I’m saying is that the essence is different.

But why the fan ghost story?

The physiology of the monster was still difficult to understand.

As I was lost in thought and contemplating the existence of the monster, she gently stroked my head and said.

“You don’t have to think too deeply about it. Just accept it as it is. After all, if you become a complete witch, you will understand the ways of the world. We are also monsters who belong to the other side of the world.”

“Um… I hope that day comes soon.”

“Hoohoohoohoo… .”

Those who stand at the forefront will be able to see farthest.

One, you can’t look behind yourself.

Conversely, what can the person standing at the very back see?

Even if you can’t see the farthest,

You will be able to see the figures of those moving forward.

So what does this world look like to those who stand on the other side of the world?

What would the world look like as watched by a witch who stands on the other side and can see more things?

It was the first time I was curious about the life of a witch, not just glamorous things like that.

It felt like being possessed by a monster.