I swear here that I will regard you as my master, this body as the sword to kill the enemy, this body as the shield to block the disaster... As long as the master speaks, even if I give my own life, I will do whatever I want... Two witches rode on horses and moved slowly in the wilderness. Sister, how long will it take? That is a sweet voice that has not yet escaped from childishness. In fact, it is the same. Just looking at the slender wrists stretching out from the witch's suit, although they are very lively, they are almost there. A voice with sweet charm and soothing hearts will be followed by an answer.