The witch and the poisonous apple

She can't tell him the truth—yet at this moment, she can only speak the truth.

"…from seven years ago."

"…that long ago?"

"Yes, forgive me, uh…"

Stop it, you idiot.

Roze wants to cast a spell on her mouth. Because the next thing she says will be the truth, and only the truth. Such is the life of a witch—only able to speak the truth. She wants to vanish completely from this place.

"Mr. Customer's information will never be divulged to anyone, I can promise you that. I'm in a very unusual situation right now. If you keep asking more questions, I'll become a mess!! I won't be able to control what I'm saying!! Everything—absolutely everything will come out!!"

She's panicking, and losing oxygen every second—her head aches. Words won't stop flowing from her mouth.

"What?" Harij looks at Roze, concerned.

"W-witches, absolutely speak of the truth! They do not lie! Such, is the price of magic!"

Oh, no. It's useless already.

She, with her own mouth, has made it known to others—the secret of the witch. Which absolutely mustn't be revealed, ever.

Roze spins backward and repeatedly strikes her forehead against the wall. There's no other way to calm her mind.

"O, oi…" Harij is agape at Roze's sudden, worrying turns of action.

"Please, just let it go… I'm truly sorry." She stops slamming her head and pleads breathlessly.

The forehead she has slammed repeatedly has turned red, not to mention, is full of scratches.

If Harij keeps asking, then Roze'll definitely unleashes all her secrets to him, without leaving anything. She can't have that.

Other witches might find it threatening that their weaknesses are known by others.

However, rather than the witch's secrets billion people would seek—Roze is more afraid of Harij knowing her true feelings for him.

Therefore, she must prevent it from happening. She's a witch. She can do at least that. I can do it, I believe so…!