Zepthanne and Alfer are now walking down the wide streets of Death City. They’re feeling awkward with each other after walking in silence for about only five minutes after they turned over the survivors to the police. Now, they’re heading towards Death Academy.
The silence broke between them when Alfer spoke.
“I feel pity for the ones who died…” He said.
Zepthanne just nodded in reply. Truly, she was from the most kind witch family. But she’s still a witch. Raised to be selfish and with a heart as hard as steel.
He stopped walking and faced her. Then, he gave her a frown. “You’re not concerned about the people, are you?” He sighed. “Once a witch, always a witch.” Then, he continued walking. She has no choice but to follow.
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A Witch and an Artisan
FantasyA combination of DGray Man and Soul Eater. There was this girl, the only artisan, and at the same time, a witch. She meets up with a lot of people and face some challenges as she goes to Death Academy. She and her all powerful friends will join forc...
