Vol 2 Epilogue (1/2)

Chapter Epilogue

Epilogue

Clouds floated in the infinitely stretching sky, casting their shadow on the ground

There was a single tree growing in a spot where the sunlight was conveniently blocked, and the top of that tree was gently swaying in the breeze

The leaves, agitated by the wind, ular tree standing on that peaceful plain, and flew through the air The leaves that danced through the air bu off into the sky once again

“…Mumu”

After lightly touching her cheeks that had been brushed by the leaves, the witch looked at the tree that stood before her

The girl with sleek, long grey hair was a witch, and traveled the world while riding a broom She wore a black robe and a tricorne, and on her chest was a star-shaped brooch that signified she was a witch

She looked at the lonely tree andher neck

She re this tree before, that stood calmly amidst a patch of flowers

Afteroff her broom, she remembered where and when she had seen this tree before

“This is the same tree that I took shelter from the rain under”

She remembered the scenery that was visible from that spot It had started to rain while she was in the middle of her travel, so she had rested in this place for a little while

It appears she has returned to this place once again

Reht she had previously seen frohtly

After that, she got on her brooain and floated up into the air

The view before her was colored in a pale green and a vast blue

It was beautiful

It was an ordinary scene, one that you ht see anywhere Even so, it was so beautiful that it took her breath away

“………”

However, the girl didn’t stop here like she had done in the past It was not raining this time, after all There was no reason to stop

Instead of just gazing at the beautiful scenery, it would be far better for a witch and a traveler to travel amidst that beautiful scenery

She slowly floated around the tree as she considered where to go next However, she gave up on that halfway through as she found it annoying, and once again returned to the sunlight afteraway from the tree

The fluttering leaves beneath her were gently glittering as if welco as if it was caressing her

This coreeted the witch as it had several times before

It was as if the scenery was inviting her to places she had not yet seen in this world that seemed to stretch out infinitely in all directions

“…I wonder what kind of place the next country is”

The girl whispered to no one in particular