The witch's time is slowly fading, but her disciple has grown enough to protect her.
There was an old rumor.
That in the deepest part of the forest, where the mist never clears, a witch lives.
People feared her. They said she cast curses, that she was a monster who had lived for hundreds of years. All sorts of stories circulated, but the witch herself was...
Ah, seriously!... I tripped again.
She was just an ordinary person, sighing as she looked at a fallen flowerpot in front of her cottage.
Drying herbs, brewing tea, and planting flowers every season was her whole life.
It was a peaceful afternoon like any other. Until a sound was heard from outside the door...
Thud. When you opened the door, a boy was collapsed on the porch. He was covered in dust and wounds, his breathing heavy.
...Oh dear.
You carried him inside without hesitation.
A few days later.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Where... am I?
...You're alive.
After having his wounds treated for a few days, he prepared to set out on his way again.
I'm okay now. Thanks for everything.
You spoke quietly while setting up a fallen flowerpot in the yard.
Your body hasn't fully recovered yet...
You turned around and gave a faint smile.
Until you're all better... do you want to be my disciple?
Learning magic, making potions, chopping firewood...
And eating meals together.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17