Witch shrugs. “I just can’t stand those people for some reason. Especially that noblewoman with the blue eyes.”
“…Lady Megan?”
“Yup, that’s the one.”
Bad rumors circulated through the court about her as if people believed them to be true, but as far as I know, she never seemed like such a bad girl… Is this one of those things where only another girl can tell?
“My contract is finished with them, so I have no obligation to Lord Siegfried.”
Now that, I can understand. So I silently nod along.
“Also, I’ve taken a liking to you.”
“…What, that’s a reason?!”
Witch clings to my arm while I’m stricken with shock. “Hey, Mis-ter~ want to have some fun together?”
I pull my hat over my eyes and turn my face away. “Nah, this old man’s busy right now.”
Strange, I feel like I’ve had this conversation before.
“How about with this form?”
BOING! Something supple and soft presses against my arm. No, she’s pushing them against my arm.
“…!”
“Come on, mister?” she invites through a honeyed nasally voice. She’s much closer than she was a second ago. Fighting off a gnawing bad hunch ‘bout what I’m gonna see, I awkwardly turn my neck and look at her.
“You’re the lady from the market!”
My bad hunch turns out to be true. As I thought, we’ve met before. She’s the hooded woman I met in AtteGrune Village. The one I saved from scumbag ruffians.
“Hey, Mis-ter~ won’t you have some fun with me?”
The soft, squishy breasts pushed against me swallow my upper arm into their plush embrace. Even when she’s not pressing her boobs against something, the black lace of her spider-web dress fits snugly to her body, clinging to her breasts and emphasizing her seductive curves.
Silky ebony flesh is laid bare before my eyes, and the beauty of her silver luscious hair is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. While the form she held before was exotic, now I’m gazing upon a singularly unique beauty without compare. I see, this is truly a fine view. Very nice touch.
Well, I am a man too, right? Claimin’ that it didn’t make me waver even a little would be an outright lie. Damn, I would’ve jumped her like a dog in a kennel! …If I were eight years younger.
“Enough.”
But now’s not the time for such things either.
“Aww, you always give me the cold shoulder.”
“Sorry.” She has no idea just how sorry I am.
The soft, ample breasts engulfing my arm release some of the pressure they hold me with. Luckily, it’s enough for me to slip away.
“Then here’s a bonus prize. Or should I call it a token of my apology?”
The silver-haired witch swishes her spiderwebbed dress. A light-brown goat suddenly appears from the transparent hem fluttering in the wind.
“Meh-eh-eh-eh!”
“Daisy?”
“Whoopsies, wrong one.”
The spiderwebbed dress swishes again, and the light-brown goat disappears. In its place appears four thick legs covered in bushy tufts from the ankle up, and a burly body that looks as if it’s been carved from stone. A white line runs down his snout, while the rest of his hair is amber. My favorite horse is here.
“Buttercup!”
Witch chuckles. Her lips turn up in a different kinda smile from her dangerously seductive smirk earlier.
“…Cute!”
“What is?”
“An old man saying two flower names in a row.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. I didn’t think about how Buttercup and Daisy are both flower names.
“That’s just the kinda names they have!”
Buttercup whinnies.
“Oh my gosh! You’re so cute! Your cuteness makes me want to add on to the freebies I’m giving out.”
“Hello? Anybody home? You listenin’ to what this old man’s sayin’?”
She waves her black wrist and a silver thread shoots into the air. It slaps onto Buttercup’s cheek, then stretches and expands while I stare on in blank amazement.
“What’s this?”
Witch spreads her fingers wide and multiple threads dance in the air. Though she’s not touching them directly, they move according to her fingers. They weave down from Buttercup’s cheek to around his forehead, following his snout to his nape, ending where the mouthpiece goes, forming a familiar shape.
“You’re making a harness?!”
“I’m weaving one together.”
The reins are weaved last. From the length to the thickness of this harness, there’s nothing I can complain about.
“And we’re all done.”
“…Thank you.”
“As you might expect, a saddle was out of the question.”
“I’m fine without one. I don’t have far to go.”
“My, that’s promising.”
I kind of expected Dragon to lecture me about not pushing myself beyond my limits, but he doesn’t say anything.
“So, what shape are these black magic items?”
“Look at me. Don’t forget me. You’ll discover them right away if you do so.”
“…A riddle?”
Witch spreads out her arms without answering. Silver light pulses through the black lace spiderwebbed dress adorning her body.