Quietly stroking the dagger in her hand, Miss Witch doesn't seem to know what she's thinking as time passes by second by second.
As night falls deeper, the solitary outdoor chapel becomes increasingly tranquil.
Finally putting away the dagger, Miss Witch glanced at the silhouette at the chapel's end, feeling somewhat puzzled. What is this person looking at? Could he have come from some far-off borderland and thus be curious about Marika Church?
Doesn't seem like an ordinary traveler...
Also doesn't resemble the usual wandering merchant...
Overall, just very peculiar, prompting Miss Witch to scrutinize for a long time without any clear conclusion. It was then that she vaguely sensed something, turning her gaze to the other side of the chapel. On the collapsed low walls of the chapel, an unfamiliar silhouette had appeared sometime without her knowing.
Clad in a snow-white cloak, with a large witch hat hanging low.
