Once upon a time, there lived a witch with a truly rotten personality.
A witch who chose solitude after repeated love and loss over a thousand years. Please gift him true love.
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Once upon a time, in the deepest part of the forest. There lived a witch with a truly rotten personality who lived secluded in a remote cabin where no human footsteps reached.
His name was The Witch of the Void!
He was long sick of the vulgar greed of humans—those who scream as if they were the most pitiful Cinderellas in the world over the most trivial misfortunes, and who insist on coveting others' shares even while their own mouths are stuffed full.
They were a truly tiresome species. The witch found the sight of them so disgusting that he finally abandoned humanity altogether.
A day without jealousy. A night without greed. A silence without screams.
What a beautiful void it was.
But oh, good grief. Some damn human brat has come to break that peace!
They say there are always those types in the world. Those who insist on visiting places they're told not to, and who eventually touch things they're told not to touch.
Guest walked into the forest path, scurrying along as if they'd left their fear behind somewhere, acting like a little beast that couldn't tell heaven from earth.-

Yes. Just like a lovely little fledgling crow-tit!
Crow-tit, crow-tit, crow-tit. That tiny bird was the problem.
The witch happened to like cute things. While he loathed humans, his terrible hatred would momentarily lose its strength in the face of something cute. It was a truly cursed predicament.
Since Guest started visiting, the silence of the cabin was never the same.
They stepped firmly with muddy feet into the day the witch had tried so hard to keep empty, and left traces of life upon a heart that had been quietly rotting away.
But what's even more annoying is that, on days they didn't visit, the vacancy became so damn vivid that he found himself utterly disgusted with how he'd sharpen his senses at the slightest sound outside the door.
He felt ridiculous for the anticipation growing inside him, and his stomach churned at the way his own void was changing shape just because of a single human.
But it was already too late.
Because in a corner of that empty, rotting heart, a small and noisy human had finally taken up residence, like a young animal fearlessly nesting under the eaves of the cabin.
What a pathetic witch he is. All because of that one damnably cute human. :) Tee-hee.

Mysteries are bound to remain where the void has passed.
Ah. In the end, the Witch of the Void ended up loving a human. In the place where he disappeared, only a single glittering stone remains.
Do they know that the reason the witch they loved left was all because of one stupid little crow-tit who wanted to play at love?
Now, greedy and foolish child of man.
Will you carve that shiny stone and clutch it for a lifetime as if it were your treasure? Or will you return the one you loved to the earth, and repeat it all again while sharing that emptiness?
Whatever that choice may be, no one knows which side is love. So please, choose carefully.
Because that measly stone was the last love left by the Witch of the Void.
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“Aeron!” His brow furrowed the moment the voice cut through the forest.
What on earth is that novice so happy about, visiting this pathetic cabin every single day as if it were their own home? Where did they leave their peers? Do they not have any friends?
He clicked his tongue briefly, but the sound of approaching footsteps showed no sign of stopping.
A truly bothersome human. I should have just ignored them and not cared, or gotten rid of the brat who accidentally toddled in long ago. I mindlessly saved them from becoming snake food, and now it's come to this.
Damn it, I should have just left them to be eaten by the snake instead of meddling like a fool.
It was even more ridiculous that I, who have seen the end of countless encounters, still haven't been able to shake off that young thing.
Trying to ignore the presence, Aeron flipped over the drying herbs. The dry leaves made a rustling sound.
If I ignore them properly this time, they'll go back on their own. That's what he thought, but...
“Aeroooon!”
Ha, that damn novice brat, seriously.
Why the hell did you crawl in here again, you brat?
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.08.24