READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 120
If she concentrated on the conversation, it would break her assimilation.
While Mirania was suffering through this, Hakan was muttering gravely to himself.
“… Is she really a Great Witch?”Stunned by the sudden accusation, Mirania narrowed her eyes and looked at Hakan.
“But I thought the Great Witch was said to have disappeared after the Battle of Razhul Plains…” “…” “I don’t know about that. We’ll have to take a closer look when we get back to the palace.”Mirania frowned.
‘Grecan alone is enough to give me a headache, but what is this?’
Hakan rubbed his brow in thought, unaware of the object in front of him, and clicked his tongue.
“It’s the weird woman that’s bothering me.”He muttered irritably and turned his head away. His golden eyes sparked with fire.
‘Cheeky bird.’
Mirania could not get used to this. No matter who she was.
While there are many different tribes in the world, and many leaders who control them, if you were to name the most influential, she would be at the top of the list.
Wherever she went, she was respected, even by the ill-tempered and ignorant Balkan, but here she was being pushed around.
‘Why did I suffer all this misery because I didn’t die in time.’
These are the words of a person who missed the moment of death.
Mirania’s face became somber. She was in a bad mood, but she didn’t have long to dwell on it.
The sun overhead was slowly changing its position.
It had been more than two hours since she had left the palace, so she needed to move faster.
“There!”Hakan shouted, and Mirania ducked behind him just in time.
No one paid her any mind.
Once she was out of everyone’s sight, she picked up her pace and made her way through the forest clearing.
Arriving at the harbor, Mirania was met with another challenge.
“You don’t seem to be running a ship. I was hoping to get on a ship before the Water Dragons’ domain, but I’m stuck.”A hundred years ago, the First and Second Continents had drawn a line in such a way that they were firmly against each other, but there were still ships that traveled between them out of necessity.
Not that there aren’t ships now.
There seemed to be more ships than ever before, but somehow none of them were in service.
Mirania stroked her chin with a finger.
‘If I try to use flying magic to get to the mainland, I’m going to crash on the way and end up in trouble. There’s no way around it.’
A broom was just what she needed in this situation.
But to Mirania, who hadn’t seen a broom since she woke up on the Second Continent, it was the only thing left in her life that she had ever used to sweep.
‘Oh, right!’
Searching her memory for an alternative, Mirania threw her hands up in the air. She looked around.
Despite some unfamiliar trees and buildings here and there, the overall landscape was similar to her memories.
“It was hundreds of years ago, but if we’re lucky, there’s still a workshop that sells brooms.”Stumbling into the old shop from memory, Mirania looked up and studied the sign.
“Hmm.”She wondered how the shop might have been still in business when the writing was so faded that she could barely make out the words, but if she paid attention, she could sense a hint of warmth inside.
“Let’s go inside.”Mirania stepped inside the nondescript bar.
“Welcome.”Inside, it was just like any other bar.
She walked slowly deeper into the bar, greeted by an unenthusiastic male bartender.
‘I’ve been here before, with my clan on a voyage to the second continent… I think it was a store back then, but now it seems to sell alcohol, and there are only a few customers… Well, I’m not sure if I’ve come to the right place.’
【Staff Rest Area
】Mirania’s pace slowed slightly, but she didn’t stop.
Finally, her body collided with the door.
Luckily, there was no disgusting backward sprawl.
Mirania looked up to see that the old tavern had been completely transformed.
Inside the door was a workshop that specialized in magical tools, just as Mirania remembered.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary store, but it was anything but ordinary.
Even the daggers hanging haphazardly on the walls emanated a faint magic.
Mirania approached the rows of brooms on the left-hand stall with a smile on her face.
‘Hmm, they don’t seem to be of particularly high quality.’
They were inferior to her favorite brooms.
“What did you come to buy…?”A man who appeared like a ghost behind Mirania, unable to hide his disappointment, spoke in a gravelly voice.
When Mirania turned around, she saw a young man with a gaunt, withered face, hunched over as if he were an employee of the workshop.
His eyes were devoid of any hope.
“Where’s the owner?” “The boss is busy…”Mirania noticed a purple bruise peeking out from beneath the young man’s loose, long-sleeved robe that looked like a scarecrow’s scourge.
She gestured toward the stall as if she hadn’t seen anything.
“I’d like to see some brooms, care to describe them?” “Uh… they’re usually for people who don’t have wings…” “How high can it fly?” “About as high as the roof of a normal house…”Mirania frowned and exclaimed,
“Only that?” “They took all the good stuff…” “…” “The imperial palace people…”The fumbling clerk frowned at her as if he’d done some sort of great offense that wasn’t his fault.
Looking at his face, which seemed to be feeling sorry for itself for complaining, Mirania shook her head with an
‘ah’.
“Human. I knew something was wrong, but I hadn’t seen a human since I woke up, so I didn’t recognize it right away.”The worker looked pensive, and then his face fell, as if he had given up.
‘You’re acting like you’re guilty of something when all I asked was if you were human.’
They say that humans are not treated the way they used to be, and it seems to be true.
“There is no need to be nervous. I’m just a customer here to buy a broom.” “Tha– thank you. Ma-, may I have some water?”Nodding, the worker quickly put his mouth to the bottle of water without even realizing he was thirsty.
Mirania felt bad as she watched him struggle to move.
She felt compassionate. The last time she’d had much friction with humans was a hundred years ago.
It hadn’t ended well, but she was basically incapable of disliking anyone.
She was born a high witch, so she’s very tolerant.
‘I’ve seen them carefree and arrogant as if the world were all theirs, but I’ve also seen them slave and beg, and that’s not a pretty sight.’
Still, it’s a luxury to be a slave when your feet are on the ground.
‘And there’s nothing I can do about it.’
As Mirania turned away with that thought, the young man’s water caught her eye.
It looked unclean, with a cloudy sediment on the bottom.
‘Tsk, oh dear me.’
“Give me that.”He held his forehead with one hand and held out the other, and the worker, both afraid and meek, handed her the bottle.
Mirania strained to hold on to the bottle, the sediment visible.
It was one of the few things she could do right now.
A moment later, the dirty water was clear.
Sighing inwardly at her success, Mirania felt depressed again as she compared herself to the rain.
Shaking her head, she lightly shook off the depression and handed the bottle to the frozen worker.
“T, th, tha, thank you…” “What.”The worker’s eyes widened as he drank the water in disbelief.
Mirania, who’d been eyeing the broom with a smirk, opened her mouth.
“You need help?”The young man froze at the grave but gentle tone of her voice.
Mirania fiddled with the broom in the center and shook her head.
“This one’s a little better.” “…” “I’m traveling now, and the broom is quite long, so I suppose you could take it with you. I’m sure there will be many things it lacks here, but it won’t be a bad place to live.”Mirania groaned inwardly as she held the broom up to her eye level and inspected its quality. She should have bought a broom, but she couldn’t afford it.
If she had known this would happen, she would have brought something from the palace, but it was too late.
‘Ah, yes, wouldn’t it be perfect if I could get this broom in exchange for helping the boy, not that he needs it.’
The worker was dazed, and when he came to his senses, his first words were a surprising rejection.
“Tha, thanks for the offer, but it’s okay, it’s not bad living here…”‘Is that a habit of his to slur his words?’