The Witch Dreams of a Fall

“Get down.”

“Yes?”

A large cone-shaped hat covering bright yellow hair. A crooked staff.

My teacher, who boasted a superior body that could not be hidden even by a billowy black robe and had a charming teardrop, kicked me out that day.

“I have nothing more to teach you.”

“What are you talking about!!”

“Have confidence. You are now a proper witch.”

What the hell are you talking about?

This is such a scammer…!!

This isn’t the kind of magic I wanted!!

“The magic that makes your chest and height bigger!!!”

“Woohoohoohoo… . My beloved disciple. Jinha-neul. Let me give you one piece of advice… .”

“… … .”

“Isn’t it better not to trust witches too much?”

With those words, I followed Eugene, the witch who was my teacher, with empty eyes as she turned to dust and disappeared.

That’s ridiculous.

What is my glamour dream?

All that was left was the tiny envelope she had left behind and my still infantile body.