A Life From AI

Inquired

"Ah."-Afra's raising her head-"rain?"

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"Huh, it's raining" Sira muttered as she clasped Afra's hand.

Afra immediately turned her eyes and focused on Sira. Sira seemed to show a look of seriousness.

"We'll find shelter first." Sira walked back with her hand holding Afra's.

Afra just nodded and assented while feeling the vertical lines from the sky. Yes, the vertical lines are water from the cloud particles there. Small cloud particles that gather and form clouds.

Afra and Sira, both of them had already walked back after setting foot on the overpass from the tree. An overpass that can be called a bridge, although there are actually no insects under it. Only sticking with the tree next to it is converted into a residence of its inhabitants.

A tree is a house, next to it is a street and next to it again is a natural landscape. The tree that remains alive despite its insides being home, is truly a miracle.

The blue sky was not very visible due to the leaves of the trees, but his tears could still touch the forest ground. Now, Afra and Sira have found a place that is really suitable for shelter as well as making plans.

"Place seller information?" inner Afra wondered after reading the writing on the board above the door.

The building is fused with trees, but still looks the shape of the doors and windows. This overpass leads Afra and Sira to this place. Sira opened the entrance of the place.

The sound of the doorbell rang out and the contents of the place were visible now.

"T –this place .. looks like a library," inner Afra after seeing what's inside the building named 'the place of information sellers'.

There were bookshelves all around and there was a reception desk right in line with the door. The bookshelves rotate according to the shape of the tree and some books appear to be placed on the table.

The atmosphere was like, quite a mess? Seems like. The wood brown color dominates here.

"What is there—"

The sound of an inanimate object being hit hard with a living thing was heard. The figure of the witch man instantly emerged from under the reception desk holding his head.

"Oh? Hi, welcome, Man and .. Demon?" greet the witch man kindly, but make Afra and Sira stupefied.

"Can I help you?" asked the witch while smiling kindly.

Sira who realized there was an oddity immediately gave a sharp look to the witch man. Afra tilted her head and looked at the witch man with a question mark.

"He …." Afra saturate and made his brain work more, but Sira immediately created a stopping system for Afra.

Sira cuts off Afra's thinking by letting out cold air in all directions. Afra naturally turned her head immediately and gave a look to Sira.

"Oh, of course there is. But before, I wanted to ask. How can you afford to relax—"

"Eh, isn't that natural? When a creature has an ego, will it be able to express itself as it wishes?" cut off the witch's man directly answering Sira's question.

Yeah, even if it makes Sira a little upset. However, it instead creates a question mark again in Afra's mind. The witch smiled again.

"You want to ask why I can casually talk to you, while the other witches don't, right? That's easy, really. I have an ego, that's why!"

Sira increasingly added the impression of cold and gripping air. The invisible air began to show itself, taking on white as its identity. Cold is his trademark.

"You—"

"Sira!" Afra stops the intention of Sira who wants to create the bad thing.

Afra clenched her hand and clasped Sira's other wrist. The owner of the dark blue eyes looked into the eyes of Sira who had given a sharp air.

"Huh, okay-okay," Sira made the chill that enveloped the entire room disappear slowly.

The witch man whistled for a moment to see Afra who could change Sira's thinking. Yes, even though the witch actually saw something else.

"Human with aura, totally abnormal, yes," the inner witch man while showing a faint smile at Afra.

Afra who noticed it instantly gave a question mark look, creating a sense of surprise for the witch man. However, the witch man increasingly showed his smile. The blue aura on Afra's body began to emphasize the witch man, of course Sira now did not feel it.

Afra, this human girl had already focused her sense of pressure on the witch man.

"Ah, you know me, huh?" the witch again.

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The vertical lines began to change themselves, turning into water points. Thin and feel light, everything turns heavy too quickly. The feeling of wetness is more pronounced after the change.

Leaves, overpasses that could be called long bridges, trees where witches lived. Everything seems to drain water and give puddles on some sides.

The cool air between the forest and the rain, all provide calm. The witches looked out the window, touching and letting the tears of the sky give a wet feeling to the hands.

Some closed their eyes, some smiled thinly. Showing a slightly sad expression, hoping for something.

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"Alright, so you want to know about the witch kingdom?"

The witch man in black clothes, the not-so-wide witch hat and the magic book in his hands. Her blond hair was visible even though she was wearing a hat. Even so, he certainly had the posture of a nineteen-year-old teenager.

Her age? Of course it's far away!

"No, I want to know about the royal palace only," Afra replied with confidence.

Sira let out a sigh full of grievance and turned her face away from the witch man, while Afra instead gave more and more glances. The two of them were now sitting opposite the witch.

"All right." The witch man made the book in his hand float.

The book seemed to be exposed to the wind so that each sheet seemed to move. Flip through and look for the intended sheet. Afra's gaze focused on the book, while Sira only glanced.

The book was returned to the owner after finding a page sheet of something Afra requested. Images of the royal palace as well as some writings are seen on the pages of the book.

" 'The witch's royal palace. Long ago, in the 'that' century had happened'—"

"Eits, don't read!" cut off the witch while closing the book she had previously shown Afra, "you must pay for this if you want to read it quietly."

"Well!" Sira quickly threw a bag of coins at the witch.

The witch caught the bag before it fell. "It shouldn't be this much" he said, then downing the bag into a desk drawer.

Sira was grieving, while Afra was still focusing her gaze on the book in the hands of the witch man. The witch smiled then tore off a page of the book and then rolled it up.

"Alright, thank you for buying the information here." The witch man smiled as he handed the paper scroll over.

Afra accepted it and read the paper straight away. There is a picture of the royal palace with a map of each corner of the place, then the writing is written vertically.

Afra read the writing carefully and quickly, until her eyes widened.

"A –what is this?"