Not sweet, you bite me + extra

The witch looked at her slowly. Her eyes were the same silver color as her hair, like the mithril guarded by a dragon in Siber. When looking at people, one would feel a cold breath passing by.

"If you did eat my apple, you'd be dead by now."

The princess's face turned red in an instant. She knew that the witch meant that what she said was all lies, whether she ate apples or the grilled lamb chops now, but she still quibbled: "I have a special constitution, so I haven't been affected by it." Poison."

The witch took out corn from the cupboard beside her, "Yesterday, the day before yesterday, you said that you would die if you didn't eat anything, but aren't you still alive now?"

"I'm serious today, I will die if I don't eat grilled lamb chops, I swear in the name of the holy princess of the Eucalyptus Empire!"

"Oh." But the witch's reaction was still flat.

The princess knew that her desire to choose a recipe freely today failed again.

"Hey, lovely little princess, leaving the palace is like a bird with broken wings, how pitiful~"

While sighing with emotion, she secretly looked at the witch.

But the witch's eyes remained calm.

The princess was completely discouraged.

Until lunch is ready--

She saw the tender grilled lamb chops and delicious cheese baked rice.

She looked at the witch, her obsidian eyes sparkled.

The witch turned her head slightly, avoiding her gaze, "...just this one time, not the next time."

The princess ate the grilled lamb chops contentedly, looked at the witch's red ears, squinted her eyes and smiled.

... just this once?

-

"I'm going out now, is there anything you want?"

The witch stood in the open space in front of the wooden house and looked up at the princess on the second floor. She put on the hood again, and her long silver hair like moonlight was tightly gathered under the black robe, only the broken hair on her forehead inadvertently leaked out. come out.

...like mithril.The princess propped her chin on the balcony on the second floor and thought, "Well... I want the roses of Ramoch, the jewelry of St. Badil, the dress of Jebel Tanner, and the mithril of Siber."

"The roses of the elves, the jewels collected by the dwarves, the dresses woven by the elves, and the mithril guarded by the dragon." The witch gave a rare smile, as if the dark clouds had dispersed and the bright moonlight slanted down, " Are you still dreaming, my dear little princess?"

"Then I want the first branch that touches your hat when you come back."

"...The story of Cinderella?" The witch was stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect you to like this kind of story, but I understand, I will remember to bring it to you."

"Goodbye then."

"Goodbye."

-

It was already deep winter when the witch came back. Even though she cast a spell on this forest, even in winter, the trees were still lush, but everything was covered by white snow. Falling snow smashed several times.

"I am back."

She pushed open the door and pulled down the hood and walked in. Everything in the house was still the same, the fire in the fireplace was still burning, but the girl who was always chirping in the past was not inside.

are you out?

She turned her head to look outside the house, her eyebrows frowned, such a heavy snow...

She put the hood back on and went out.

She walked outside for a long time, and the night fell until the dawn of the next day. The whole forest was so quiet that only the sound of wind and snow could be heard, and even the sound of her footsteps was buried under the thick snow.

But never found that person.

Miko is a cursed and afflicted creature.

They don't have the problem of birth, old age, sickness and death, and their appearance will never change, but as a price, not only themselves, but everything they feel is bleak and cold and obscure.

It was obviously impossible to have such emotions, but she did feel tired and cold.

When she got home, as soon as she opened the door, someone flew over and hugged her waist.

The girl's soft long hair brushed against the side of her face, "Wow, you're finally back."

The witch pulled her out of her arms and looked at her carefully.

"Where did you go yesterday?" She frowned and looked at her with a cold expression.

"I'm just sleeping at home."

The little princess blinked.

--lie.

When she came back, she didn't feel that anyone was still at home.

But she didn't ask any more, just took a twig from the cloak.

"This is the gift I promised to bring you earlier."

The little princess took it with a smile, but before she could speak, she heard the silver-haired witch say calmly: "When the snow melts, you can leave."

The princess opened her eyes wide, "Why... why?"

Her voice sounded like she was about to cry, "If I eat too much, I can eat less, I..."

The witch interrupted her, "It has nothing to do with food, but I suddenly figured it out. Since I can't get that apple back, I don't want to ask for it."

"But didn't you say that the apple was the poison you first researched and would be kept well?!" the princess said angrily.

"How do you know this?" The witch frowned at her.