"..."
Fisher was panting, neither letting go nor speaking, and Renie, with her face flushed, neither transforming nor acting, just remained in a quiet, tacit embrace with him on the beach.
It wasn't until a long time later, when Fisher truly felt the temperature, breath, and fragrance of the person before him, that he suddenly said,
"Welcome back, Renie..."
"...Idiot, are you listening to me or not?"
"Yes, I'm listening."
Fisher reluctantly released his embrace around the soft and fragrant Renie, who also slowly floated up, her face blushing as she coughed lightly and said to Fisher,
"Before I tell my story, I need to mention something about the origin of witches... Aren't you curious why witches are similar to humans despite being demi-humans and how they can inherit witch traits through generations? It's because..."
