Blocking the Entrance (1)

“Good heavens, good heavens... You really are a witch?”

A forest clearing that was dark, yet somehow brimming with vitality.

Estella, the witch who had escaped a permanent ban, was being ogled by someone.

The witch spoke while pointing at herself.

It was a birthright she had heard about until she was sick of it and even cursed, but this time she didn't dislike it.

“...You're a witch too.”

Because the woman marveling at her before her was also a witch.

She was even a senior by quite a bit.

It was Morone, who had caught the Head Mod’s eye long ago and become the Gallery’s first witch.

Morone's cabin, where she had arrived under the Head Mod's guidance...