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The silence in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Subaru's coal-black eyes darted between the glass of milk in her trembling hands and Rem, who stood as still as a statue, her blue hair gently swaying with the night breeze from the open window.
"Drink it, Echidna-sama," Rem said, her voice soft yet menacing.
Subaru felt sweat trickle down her temple as her grip tightened on the glass. Her mind raced for a solution. She couldn't outright refuse—Rem's suspicious gaze would turn murderous in an instant. But drinking it? That wasn't an option either.
Her heart pounded as her lips quivered. "Uh... thank you, Rem. You're always so... thoughtful," she stammered, her voice barely masking the sheer panic underneath.
Rem's stoic face didn't change, but her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Echidna-sama should drink while it's still fresh."
Subaru glanced at the clock on the wall, as though stalling would buy her time. No escape plan was coming to her. She twirled a strand of her white hair nervously, her mind frantically searching for a way out.
"Maybe I'll drink it later when—"
"Ants may come," Rem interrupted coldly. Her gaze sharpened, and her hand twitched slightly as if preparing to summon her morningstar at a moment's notice.
Subaru gulped audibly. There was no way out of this. Her fingers trembled as she raised the glass closer to her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, screaming at her to stop. She had a vivid mental image of collapsing to the floor, her body writhing as poison coursed through her veins, with Rem watching in cold satisfaction.
The glass was just an inch from her lips when—
'Drip.'
A tiny plop echoed through the tense silence.
"Eeaaah?!" Subaru shrieked, her hand jerking involuntarily as a small lizard fell from the ceiling, landing squarely on the rim of the glass. Her sudden motion sent the glass tumbling to the floor, shattering into pieces. The milk spread across the floor like spilled blood, and the poor lizard lay lifeless in the puddle.
Subaru stared at the scene, wide-eyed. It didn't move.
Rem clicked her tongue, her calm demeanor cracking slightly. "How unfortunate," she said, her voice low and chilling as her hand twitched again. Subaru didn't need to guess—Rem was readying her morningstar.
The air grew heavy with tension as Rem took a step forward, her eyes glinting with murderous intent. Subaru instinctively backed up, her mind screaming 'this is it.'
'BAM!'
The door slammed open with a force that made Subaru jump. Both she and Rem turned to see a very annoyed Beatrice standing in the doorway, clutching Subaru's smartphone.
"Mother!" Beatrice huffed, tapping the screen with a finger. "Your metia was making loud noises in the library, I suppose. It kept repeating in your voice that if Betty came to your room immediately, you'd tell her a story!"
Subaru blinked, momentarily stunned. "Betty… my dear sweet Betty!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with exaggerated enthusiasm. "You're just in time!"
Beatrice tilted her head, her expression suspicious. Her gaze flicked to Rem, who stood stiffly, her murderous aura somewhat subdued. "What's going on here, I wonder?"
"Oh, nothing!" Subaru said hastily, waving her hands. "Rem was just going to clean up this mess and leave, right, Rem?"
Rem's cold stare lingered on Subaru for a moment before she responded. "...Yes, Echidna-sama," she said, her voice flat.
With calculated precision, Rem knelt down, gathering the shattered glass and carefully avoiding the puddle of poisoned milk. Subaru watched her every move like a hawk, her body still trembling.
As Rem straightened up and left the room, Subaru exhaled a long, shaky breath. She could feel her knees about to give out, but she forced herself to stay upright, even managing a grin.
"See, Betty? All handled. Now, let's get some sleep—"
"Mother," Beatrice interrupted, holding up the phone with a scowl. "You promised me a story, I suppose!"
Subaru froze, her forced grin faltering. "I… I did?"
"Yes!" Beatrice crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "This metia was screaming it in your voice! Don't think you can trick me, I suppose!"
Subaru groaned internally. There went her peaceful sleep.
"Well, Betty," she said, collapsing back onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh. "Get comfy, and I'll tell you the best story you've ever heard."
Beatrice's face lit up, and she eagerly climbed onto the bed, nestling beside Subaru with a satisfied hum.
As Subaru began spinning a tale, her thoughts lingered on Rem's cold gaze and the shattered glass on the floor. She may have survived tonight, but she knew this wasn't over. Rem would come again, and Subaru had to be ready.
For now, though, she told herself to focus on the little girl at her side, who looked up at her with adoration and trust. It was a small, fleeting comfort in a world that seemed hell-bent on killing her.
Y—Y
In her dream, Subaru found herself in an endless green expanse, the kind of serene meadow that seemed to stretch beyond the horizon. In the center of it all stood a round tea table adorned with a pristine white cloth, its surface glinting under the sharp rays of the sun. An elegant umbrella cast a delicate shadow over the scene, shielding the table from the blazing light.
Subaru felt an inexplicable pull toward one of the chairs, her body moving on its own as if guided by an unseen force. She sat down, her fingers instinctively reaching for the teapot in front of her. The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted into the air as she poured herself a cup with careful precision. But just as she was about to take a sip—
A figure appeared.
A man, broad-shouldered and imposing, strode toward the table. He wore a helmet reminiscent of the Roman Empire, ornate and gilded, with a plume that danced with the wind. His face was completely hidden beneath the visor, adding an air of mystery to his presence. His chest was bare, displaying taut muscles and old scars that hinted at a life lived in battle.
Subaru froze, a strange sensation washing over her. She felt like she knew 'everything'—the answers to every question, the solutions to every problem. But this omniscience seemed tethered by a peculiar condition: only if asked could she access this vast knowledge.
The man sat across from her, the chair creaking slightly under his weight. "Witch of Tome and Wisdom," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I have come here to gain knowledge."
Her lips curled into a grin—thin and unsettling, a smile not entirely her own. "You've come to the right place," she heard herself say, her tone calm yet laced with something unnerving. 'Wait, why am I talking like this?' a small part of her mind screamed. But her body didn't respond to her thoughts. She was merely a passenger.
The man leaned forward. "What I desire is simple. How can I defeat Reinhard van Astrea?"
Her grin widened, sharp as a blade. 'What is happening? Why can't I control myself?' Subaru thought, panic bubbling within her.
"I know just the answer," she replied smoothly, the words spilling from her lips like honey. "But the price is high."
"I am ready to pay," the man said without hesitation, his resolve unshaken. "Whatever it is, name it."
Her smile grew impossibly wider, the expression feeling alien on her face. "Then the payment is... your past. Tell me everything about it."
The man hesitated, the weight of her request visibly sinking in. Silence hung thick in the air before he finally began to speak, his voice low and deliberate. Subaru leaned forward, eager to hear every word—
And then the world dissolved.
The green meadows, the table, and the man faded away like sand slipping through fingers. Subaru gasped as she blinked awake, finding herself back in her bed.
Small arms were wrapped tightly around her, and a familiar voice murmured softly. "Mother… Mother..."
Subaru sighed, her heart pounding in her chest. Beatrice clung to her, the little girl's voice filled with a warmth that somehow eased her panic. Subaru rested a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently.
But her mind was elsewhere. That dream—it was no ordinary dream. Something about it felt far too real, far too vivid. And the way she had acted...
"That was definitely not normal," Subaru muttered under her breath, staring at the ceiling as unease twisted her stomach.
The dream had been too vivid, too peculiar, to dismiss as some random figment of her imagination. Subaru sat up in bed, her heart still racing as she tried to make sense of what she had just experienced. The vast greenland, the tea table, the mysterious man with the Roman helmet—what was that about? And why had she felt so completely... 'not herself'?
"Mother, are you okay, I suppose?" Beatrice's small voice interrupted her thoughts. The little spirit was hugging her tightly, her face pressed against Subaru's side. Her voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying a hint of concern.
Subaru blinked and looked down at Beatrice, forcing a smile despite the unease twisting in her gut. "Betty... I'm fine. Just... weird dreams, you know?"
Beatrice frowned and pulled back just enough to look Subaru in the eye. "Weird dreams, you say? What kind of weird dreams, I wonder?"
Subaru hesitated. Could she even explain what had happened in that dream? The way she had acted, the knowledge she had felt coursing through her, the unsettling lack of control over her body—it wasn't normal. And that man... he had asked how to defeat Reinhard, of all people. Who even 'was' he?
"Just... dreams," Subaru said finally, brushing it off with a wave of her hand. "Nothing to worry about, I promise."
Beatrice's frown deepened. "Mother, if it's something troubling, you should tell Betty, I suppose."
Subaru sighed and patted Beatrice's head gently. "Thanks, Betty. Really. But I'm okay. I just need to shake it off, you know?"
Beatrice didn't look entirely convinced, but she nodded reluctantly and settled back down beside Subaru.
As the little spirit clung to her, Subaru stared at the ceiling, her mind racing. The dream had felt 'real'—too real to be dismissed so easily. And that version of herself, the one who spoke with such confidence and power... that hadn't been her. That had been someone else entirely.
"The Witch of Tome and Wisdom..." she muttered under her breath, repeating the title the man had addressed her by.
"What was that, Mother?" Beatrice asked, her voice muffled against Subaru's arm.
"Nothing," Subaru said quickly, shaking her head. "Just thinking out loud."
But it wasn't nothing. It couldn't be.
The man's question lingered in her mind. 'How can I defeat Reinhard Van Astrea?'
Why would anyone want to know that? Reinhard was practically a god among men, but he wasn't someone you'd typically want to take down. He was a hero, wasn't he? A paragon of justice and strength.
And yet, in that dream, she had acted as though she 'did' know the answer. She could still feel the words on the tip of her tongue, as though she had the knowledge locked away somewhere deep within her.
Her chest tightened at the thought. Was this another effect of her supposed identity as Echidna, the Witch of Greed? Did she have access to knowledge she shouldn't have, even in her dreams?
Subaru shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts. She needed to focus on the present. She couldn't let herself get distracted by strange dreams, not when her life was already teetering on the edge of chaos with Rem's attempts to kill her.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder.
What would the price have been if the man had told her his past? What knowledge would she have imparted in return?
She didn't want to know.
Or maybe... she did.
That thought made her shudder.
Subaru glanced down at Beatrice, who had drifted off to sleep again, her small frame curled up against Subaru's side. The sight was comforting, a small reminder of the bonds she had forged in this strange world.
"I'll figure this out," Subaru whispered to herself. "Whatever it is... I'll figure it out."
But even as she resolved to move forward, the memory of that unsettling grin lingered in the back of her mind.
Y—Y
The sun was warm and pleasant as Subaru walked beside Ram on the dirt path leading to the village. Birds chirped in the trees, and a gentle breeze carried the faint scent of wildflowers. For a moment, Subaru could almost forget her current predicament—if only Ram didn't keep shooting her disapproving looks.
"Echidna-sama," Ram began, her tone flat yet cutting, "do not embarrass yourself in front of the villagers. We don't need their pity or confusion about your… eccentricity."
Subaru smirked, refusing to let Ram's words sting. "Oh, Ram-chi, you wound me with your lack of faith. Trust me, the villagers will love me!" She flipped her long white hair dramatically, the strands glinting under the sunlight.
Ram raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "If you say so, Echidna-sama."
The village was bustling with life when they arrived. People moved back and forth, tending to their stalls and chatting with neighbors. Ram immediately set to work, focused on buying supplies for the manor's meals. Subaru, however, had other plans.
As soon as she spotted a group of children playing near the well, her face lit up. "Hey, kids!" she called out, waving enthusiastically.
The children paused, looking at her with wide, curious eyes. One of them, a boy with a mop of red hair, pointed at her and whispered, "Her hair's so white… like snow!"
Subaru crouched down, grinning. "That's right! It's my special witchy hair," she said with a playful wink. "But you know what's even cooler than my hair? Magic!"
The children gasped, crowding around her. "Magic? Really?" one of the girls asked, her pigtails bouncing as she hopped in excitement.
"Yep, watch this!" Subaru held out her hand and conjured a small orb of ice, letting it shimmer in the sunlight before melting it into water with a tiny burst of flame. The kids erupted into cheers, their eyes sparkling with amazement.
"Do another one!" a boy shouted.
"Alright, alright, how about this?" Subaru created a small gust of wind that sent a few leaves spinning into the air like tiny green tornadoes. The children clapped and laughed, some even trying to catch the floating leaves.
But it wasn't just the kids who noticed her. The men in the village started to gather nearby, their expressions ranging from curious to downright eager. One of them, a burly farmer, scratched his head awkwardly. "That's some impressive magic, miss," he said, his tone a little too enthusiastic.
"Yeah, really something," another man chimed in, nodding with a grin that earned him a sharp elbow from his wife.
Subaru laughed nervously, waving off their compliments. "Oh, it's nothing! Just a little something I picked up recently."
"Subaru-sama, your hair is so pretty!" one of the girls said, reaching out to touch it.
"Careful, it's fragile," Subaru joked, letting the kids play with her long white strands.
By the time Ram returned from her errands, Subaru was surrounded by a group of adoring children and a few overly friendly villagers. She was teaching the kids her signature "VICTORY!" pose, thrusting her arms into the air with a triumphant grin. The kids mimicked her, laughing and cheering, their voices ringing through the village square.
"What in the world…?" Ram muttered as she approached, her arms full of supplies.
"Ram-chi, you should've seen it! I've won over the whole village!" Subaru exclaimed, her face flushed with pride.
The villagers began pampering Subaru, offering her small tokens of appreciation—freshly baked bread, flowers, even a handmade scarf. Subaru accepted them all graciously, her heart swelling with happiness.
As they left the village and made their way back to the manor, Ram glanced sideways at Subaru, her expression unreadable. "I see you've charmed the simpletons," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Congratulations, Echidna-sama. Truly, your talent knows no bounds."
Subaru smirked, brushing off Ram's taunt. "Jealous much, Ram-chi? Don't worry, there's enough of my awesomeness to go around!"
Ram sighed, shaking her head. "Honestly, you're impossible."
But Subaru didn't care. She was too busy replaying the joyful moments with the villagers in her head. For once, she felt genuinely happy—a small break from the looming dread that seemed to follow her everywhere.
Y—Y
The afternoon sun streamed through the dining room windows, painting the table with warm light. The air smelled of freshly brewed tea and baked goods, and a delicate tension hung in the room as Rem set the tray down.
On the tray were two identical sweetballs, their golden surfaces glistening with a thin glaze of honey. Perfectly round, perfectly sweet, and perfectly poisoned.
Rem's hands were steady, her expression calm and composed, as she placed one sweetball before her sister, Ram, and the other before the witch in question—Echidna-sama.
"Refreshments for your afternoon, Nee-sama, Echidna-sama," Rem said, her voice soft and polite.
Ram, as usual, gave a bored glance at the offering. "How diligent of you, Rem," she said, picking up her fork without much thought.
Subaru, on the other hand, hesitated, her coal-black eyes narrowing slightly at the sweetball before her. It was almost imperceptible, that tiny pause, but Rem noticed it.
The witch is suspicious. Of course, she would be. But even her sharp mind can't possibly deduce my plan, Rem thought, a thin veneer of politeness masking the storm of satisfaction beneath.
Subaru twirled her white hair absently, her gaze shifting between Ram, who was already nibbling on her sweetball, and her own untouched treat.
"Rem-chi, did you make these yourself?" Subaru asked, her voice light but probing.
"Yes, Echidna-sama," Rem replied smoothly, her tone laced with just the right amount of humility. "I made them with the finest ingredients. I hope they're to your liking."
Subaru tilted her head, scrutinizing Rem for a moment. Then, with a faint smile, she picked up the fork and cut into the sweetball.
"Looks delicious," Subaru said, though there was an almost imperceptible edge to her voice.
Rem watched as Subaru lifted a small piece to her lips, her expression unreadable. The witch's hesitation gave her the faintest spark of doubt—was she onto her? No, that was impossible. She'd been careful, meticulous even. The dose of poison was too subtle to detect, too gradual to cause immediate suspicion.
Subaru finally took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. For a moment, Rem held her breath.
"This is really good," Subaru said, her lips curving into a genuine smile.
Rem felt a surge of triumph but kept her composure. "I'm glad you like it, Echidna-sama."
The week-long plan was foolproof. The sweetball contained just enough poison to accumulate over time, each dose building upon the last. By the end of the week, the witch's body would succumb to the toxin, her death slow, painful, and humiliating.
Rem mentally grinned. Ten more doses, hidden in various meals, and Echidna-sama would fall like the pest she was.
Ram, oblivious to her sister's machinations, spoke up. "Rem's sweetballs are the only redeeming part of my day," she said, taking another bite.
"Wow, that's high praise coming from you, Ram-chi," Subaru teased, though her tone was lighthearted.
Ram gave her a withering look but didn't bother responding.
As Subaru finished her sweetball, Rem couldn't help but feel a deep, simmering satisfaction. The witch had taken the bait. Now, all she had to do was wait.
Echidna-sama, she thought, you may have fooled everyone else, but you won't fool me. You'll die slowly, pathetically, and justice will be served for what your kind has done.
Subaru leaned back in her chair, patting her stomach. "That was great! Thanks, Rem-chi."
Rem gave a small bow, her polite mask firmly in place. "It's my pleasure, Echidna-sama."
As she cleared the plates, her gaze briefly flickered to Subaru's face. The witch looked relaxed, completely unaware of the slow death creeping through her veins.
Soon, Echidna-sama. Soon.
Y—Y
The moonlight spilled into Subaru's room, casting silvery streaks across the floor. The manor was silent, save for the faint creaks of the wooden beams settling in the cold night. Subaru lay on her bed, clutching her stomach. A dull ache gnawed at her, not unbearable but persistent enough to rob her of sleep.
"Food poisoning?" she muttered to herself, grimacing. "Probably from that fried thing I ate in the village. Man, mom always told me not to eat junk food..."
Her voice trailed off as a pang of guilt rippled through her. The ache in her stomach seemed to deepen, not from the food but from a sudden flood of memories.
"Natsuki! Wash your mug before you leave!"
He had barely looked back, waving her off lazily as he slipped on his shoes. "Nah, later! I'll do it when I get back!"
And with that, he'd walked out the door, heading to the convenience store for some snacks. Just another ordinary day. Or so he thought.
He never went back. He never saw her again.
Subaru's breath hitched, and she squeezed her eyes shut, as if that could stop the onslaught of emotions. It had been so sudden, so cruel—one moment he was a bratty son dodging chores, and the next, he was here, in this strange world, without a chance to say goodbye.
"They miss me," she whispered to herself, her voice cracking. "It's been... what, a week now? They're probably going crazy, filing missing person reports, calling the police..."
Her throat tightened, and before she could stop herself, hot tears spilled down her cheeks. "Mom... Dad..." she choked out, her fingers clutching the blanket as if it could anchor her to the life she left behind.
Her mom's voice echoed in her mind, soft yet firm, full of love and a touch of exasperation. How many times had she nagged him to pick up after himself, to eat healthier, to study harder? And how many times had he brushed her off, thinking she'd always be there to scold him again tomorrow?
But there was no tomorrow.
The ache in her chest was far worse than the one in her stomach. She wanted to see them again, to tell them she was okay, to promise that she'd be a better son—or, well, daughter, now. But it was impossible.
"Mom," Subaru whispered, her voice trembling. "I miss you."
A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Subaru quickly wiped her tears, sitting up as the door creaked open. Betty's small figure stood in the doorway, her blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
"Mother," Betty said, her voice carrying a rare gentleness. "Betty will sleep with you tonight, I suppose."
Subaru blinked, caught off guard. A laugh bubbled up unexpectedly, shaky but genuine. "Oh, the irony," she muttered under her breath.
Here she was, a former boy who had ignored his mother's advice countless times, now playing the role of "mother" to a 400-year-old loli spirit who stubbornly clung to her like glue. Life—or whatever this was—had a twisted sense of humor.
"Alright, come here then," Subaru said, patting the space beside her. Betty padded over and climbed onto the bed, her tiny hands clutching the hem of her dress as she settled in.
As the silence stretched, Subaru glanced at Betty and smiled faintly. "Hey, Betty," she began, her voice soft. "Want to hear about my mom?"
Betty's eyes widened, and she turned to face Subaru, her expression curious. "Betty has a grandmother, I suppose?!"
Subaru chuckled, the sound bittersweet. "Yeah, I guess you do. She's... She's amazing, you know? Strong, smart, and always worrying about me."
Betty tilted her head. "Tell Betty more, in fact!"
Subaru stared at the ceiling, her mind swimming with memories. "She used to scold me a lot. Always telling me to clean my room, to study, to stop being such a slob. But... she also made the best meals. She'd wake up early to pack me lunch for school, even when she was tired from work. And she always knew when something was bothering me, even when I tried to hide it."
Her voice faltered, and she took a shaky breath. "I was such a brat, Betty. I took her for granted. Always thinking I'd have more time to... to say thank you. To tell her I love her."
Betty was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently held Subaru's hand. "Mother," she said quietly, "your mom sounds like a wonderful person, I suppose."
Subaru smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "She is. And I hope... I hope she knows that I miss her. That I'm sorry."
Betty squeezed her hand, her small fingers surprisingly warm. "Betty thinks she knows, in fact. Mothers always know, I suppose."
Subaru let out a soft laugh, her heart aching yet strangely lighter. "Thanks, Betty."
As the two lay there in the quiet of the night, Subaru found herself whispering a silent promise to her mom.
"I'll do better," she thought. "I'll make you proud, even here."
Betty snuggled closer, her tiny frame warm and comforting. For the first time that night, Subaru felt a sense of peace. The pain in her stomach had dulled, replaced by a resolve to keep moving forward.
Even if she couldn't go back, she would carry her mom's lessons with her. Because no matter where she was, no matter what form she took, she would always be her mom's child.
Y—Y
Subaru found herself back in that strange dreamscape again. The vast greenland stretched endlessly around her, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. In the middle of it all stood the round tea table beneath its usual umbrella, the pristine white tablecloth fluttering slightly.
Unlike the last time, there was no one sitting across from her. The other chair was empty, and the silence felt heavier somehow. Subaru sighed, sitting down and idly picking up a book that had been placed on the table. "Life of Pi," she noted, flipping through the pages.
"This dream domain thing is getting kind of predictable," she muttered, leaning back in the chair as she turned the pages. "I guess my body's asleep, but my consciousness gets to hang out here. Not a bad deal."
She scanned a few lines from the book but quickly lost focus. The vast emptiness of the landscape was unnerving, the silence stretching on endlessly.
"If I sleep here, do I dream within a dream?" she wondered aloud, smirking at her own question. "Nah, better not test that. Who knows where I'd end up? Cool concept, though."
She placed the book down and tapped her fingers on the table, boredom beginning to settle in. "So, where's the helmet guy from last time? Or some other weird visitor? Don't tell me I'm stuck here alone."
The breeze shifted suddenly, a strange chill prickling her skin. Subaru straightened, her coal-black eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon. That's when she saw it—a silhouette in the distance, cloaked in a dark, purplish mist.
Subaru's breath caught in her throat. The figure was barely discernible, shrouded in shadow, but there was something undeniably eerie about its presence.
"Hey!" she called out, her voice echoing across the greenland. "Who's there?"
The figure didn't respond. It remained still, like a statue, as if observing her from afar.
Subaru felt an odd mixture of curiosity and dread. She stood up, taking a hesitant step forward, but the moment she did, a voice echoed through the air.
"I...love...you..."
The voice was distorted, almost as if it was being spoken through layers of water, and yet, it was unmistakably filled with emotion. It reverberated in her mind, sending shivers down her spine.
"What...?" Subaru froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Who said that?"
The figure didn't move, and the mist around it seemed to grow thicker, darker.
"I...love...you..." the voice repeated, softer this time, fading into the wind.
Before Subaru could take another step, the greenland around her began to dissolve. The vibrant colors faded, melting into a pale, dreamlike fog.
Her eyes snapped open.
It was morning. Sunlight poured through the window of her room, and for a moment, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, her heart still racing from the dream.
"What the hell was that...?" she whispered, sitting up and running a hand through her white hair. The memory of the voice lingered, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
"I love you...?" she repeated under her breath, frowning. "What kind of creepy declaration was that?!"
But no matter how much she tried to brush it off, the image of that silhouette and the voice remained etched in her mind. Something about it felt... familiar. Yet, she couldn't place it.
Subaru sighed and swung her legs off the bed, rubbing her temples. "Just another weird dream in Witch Land. Great. Let's hope today's not as messed up as that."
But deep down, she had a sinking feeling that it wasn't just a dream.
Y—Y
Author Note:
Guess who that man was.
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