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#7

Witch Dorothy’s workshop, or rather her home, was so ordinary that it was hard to believe it was a witch’s home.

This was especially true when I thought about how my teacher Eugene’s mansion was cluttered and messy, filled with various research tools and materials.

However, there is one thing that is peculiar.

It felt quite different from a typical Korean home.

The home appliances, interior design, and structural design that decorate the house, etc., the complex atmosphere reminded me more of an American home than a Korean home.

It feels like a normal family, like something you might see in a drama?

If you add a little more neat and tidy impression to it, it will make sense, right?

Anyway, compared to my workshop, which I pride myself on being very clean compared to Eugene’s, Dorothy’s house was so clean and frugal that I secretly wondered if I had gone to the wrong destination.

However, the family photos found in her bedroom indicated that this was her home.

A family photo taken together in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Contrary to Clara’s scathing assessment, Dorothy’s eyes were filled with endless affection for her family.

So is this photo fake too?

Somehow I had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

I looked around the bedroom a little more.

If it were a occupied bedroom, there was no warmth or sense of use whatsoever.

Even body parts like hair.

Depending on the layout of the bedroom, I slowly moved my gaze from the bed to the dressing table.

The dressing table and mirror are covered in dust.

I carefully opened the closed dresser drawer.

There was just a single envelope lying there.

“Letter… envelope?”

I picked it up.

It was a smooth white envelope with no writing on it.

However, judging by the entrance that was sealed with glue, it was clear that there were contents inside.

When I actually held the letter up to the light, I could see that it was neatly folded.

“Can I read it…?”

Who is the letter written to, and what is its content?

I wonder if I can read something that may be extremely personal and private.

My conscience and moral consciousness made me hesitate… .

Finally, I put strength into my fingers and tore open the envelope.

anyway,

Dorothy’s footsteps ended here.

I can’t help but look at the only trace she left behind.

I apologized to her, took out the letter, and read the words.

But, I completely forgot that she was American, not Korean in the first place!

…the letter was written in English.

‘What the heck?’

Is this the biggest crisis of your life?

We should make a translation tool or something… .

Should I take it to Clara and ask her to interpret it for me?

Ah! That’s right. Mamago!!

You can just borrow Mamago’s power.

Thank you! Green Window!! I will never forget your kindness.

I took out my smartphone, translated the letter, and read it.

“What is this…!?”

#8

Clara hated her mother.

She was told from a young age that she was destined to become a witch, and tried to teach magic that she didn’t want to learn.

Even though her father was sick, she stayed in her room and didn’t come out as if she didn’t care about that fact.

And so, in the end, she hated her own mother who had sent her husband away lonely and desolate.

That’s why I ran away from home,

Unfortunately, Clara, who had inherited the blood of her mother whom she hated so much and had become a witch, still hated Dorothy at this very moment.

Obviously, that was to be the case.

however.

From the moment I set foot in Dorothy’s house,

Clara stood there dumbfounded, feeling an inexplicable emotion she had never felt before.

It’s the same.

The scenery of the house from my childhood, when I lived in the US, not Korea.

It’s exactly the same as the scenery from back then, when I was living with my father and mother and building up happy memories of my childhood.

“Why now… .”

After losing her husband and even her daughter, did she finally miss the fence called family?

If that’s true, she’s really a foolish woman. She already hates the person called Dorothy, and it’s not like all the feelings she’s felt up until now will go away.

still,

If I could see Dorothy.

No. I have to meet her, if only to survive as a witch.

Anyway, if I ever meet Dorothy, I really want to tell her this.

There is a saying that goes, “Mend the barn after the horse is stolen.”

Clara walked slowly, as if savoring her childhood.

Everything that touched my eyes became a perfume that fanned memories and made my body and mind tingle.

“This is….”

What caught Clara’s eye was a small stuffed doll that she had always played with as a child.

One year, two years. As I grew older, at some point it disappeared, so I thought I had lost that doll.

“Why is this here… .”

Clara smiled bitterly and held the doll gently.

Soft and fluffy. But even a doll cannot escape the ravages of time, as it is worn out.

She felt as if she had returned to her childhood, and pulled the doll into her arms and hugged it tightly.

‘Oh… Was that door originally open?’

I checked and saw that it was definitely closed… but I wonder when it opened.

Clara approached the open door as if possessed.

Beyond that, there was a long staircase leading down to the basement.

Although she was a little scared, Clara slowly walked forward, holding the doll tightly in her arms, thinking that she would be able to see Dorothy if she went in there.

It was a dark staircase, but as I walked forward, the soft lights hanging on the wall came on.

Is this magic? Or is it just a product of science?

Clara asked herself some silly questions, and finally, she climbed the last steps and arrived at a room.

“Dark… woo.”

In a dark room where you can’t see even an inch ahead, and you’re stuck not knowing what to do.

With a bang, pure white lights illuminated the entire room.

Clara frowned at the sudden appearance of light and absentmindedly raised her arm to cover her eyes.

When your eyes gradually adapt to the white light and no longer complain of pain.

She slowly lowered her arms… and Clara saw.

Dorothy floating quietly with her eyes closed in a test tube filled with blue liquid.

“… … !!!!”

“Your mother.”

At the same time, Clara flinched at the sound of the witch, Jin Ha-neul’s voice coming from behind her.

When faced with a situation that is too incomprehensible, humans tend to doubt themselves.

Clara was like that too.

“Lies… Why is your mother doing that?”

“Because…your mother, Dorothy, is already dead.”

Clara felt her eyes going dark.

How could she die so absurdly? A witch who practiced healing arts died like this?

“Don’t lie… . Aren’t you just asleep? If I open this glass case… . You’ll wake up right away.”

“Clara. I have something to tell you.”

Jin Ha-neul approached Clara.

There was a letter in her hand, but Clara was so absent-minded that the scrap of paper did not even catch her eye.

“Read this.”

“What is this…?”

“A letter from your mother.”

“… … .”

Clara accepted the letter Jin Ha-neul handed her as if in a trance, and read the contents, savoring each line with trembling eyes.

“To Clara.

Hello Clara.

Where are you now?

Are you living happily as you wish?

I wish that were the case.

Probably, by the time you read this, I will no longer be of this world.

I really want to see your face before that, but maybe you haven’t forgiven me yet.

huh.

First… I want to apologize to you.

Even if it can’t be helped… it’s true that I’ve neglected my family too much under the pretext of research.

It must have hurt you a lot.

Haha, what are you thinking right now?

Are you angry and calling it a cowardly excuse?

I’d like to correct one misunderstanding.

The disease that killed your father was not pancreatic cancer.

In your father’s family, children with the constitution called ‘Gugeumjeolmaek’ have been born for generations.

Yeah. You know? Your father was like that… I did my best to treat him, but I never figured it out until right before he left.

I’m sorry about that part….

Because I was lacking, I couldn’t protect our family.

Still, I wanted to protect you.

That’s why I wanted to make you a witch.

Because you were born with a natural talent for syllables.

Of course, the whole process was painful for you and you didn’t want to accept it.

I understand that point too.

But even if I had to be hated, I wanted you to live a long and healthy life.

That’s why I dedicated my all to creating a cure for the chronic sinusitis for our Clara.

Although I won’t be able to see her, I will be watching over my daughter from heaven as she lives bravely.

My dear daughter, Clara.

I’ll always support you.

My treasure.

Mom 」

“This, this… . This is ridiculous… . Please… say it’s a lie. Hehe.”

The girl who learned the whole truth just sat down and cried endlessly.