A Life From AI

Promises

"Although I have forbidden 'his', but it is in vain," Afra murmured breaking the silence of the pitch of the vertical line.

"Although, 'he' forbade me as well, 'he' couldn't do anything, '" Afra muttered again as she turned her gaze from her hands to the glass beside her.

The glass that was not filled with white water was seen with eyes of emptiness by Afra. It was perfectly looked at and stared at, until a smile was engraved on its face.

"Because, we have almost forgotten it," - Afra blinked her eyes slowly"promises and something stronger than our words."

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"I .. will continue to believe, and so will 'you'. Yeah, right?"

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"Yes .. It seems so, Man."

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The whip of clear water like a natural mirror glass is still heard, but now with another voice. Footsteps that continue to be heard repeatedly and do not move places.

The sound of grievance and resentment was issued by the figure who was still stepping his feet there. Three steps forward then turned around and went back three times. Although his clothes were already wet enough, he had no thoughts of stopping at all.

"Damn, shit, shit!" Three words were immediately thrown by the light blue-colored figure. His footsteps stopped with a loud bang, although it did not create anything dangerous.

The long hair was light blue and there was a shiny horn on his head. Horns with a slightly greenish blue color and there is a dark black color there. The witch's clothes were blue and the short robe without a hood was white.

Although his clothes were a bit similar to that of a sword user, but the diamonds on his robe made him more like a witch. Even so, the horn on his head even gave the impression that he was not a witch race.

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"Why is this world so— aaakh!" The figure of the witch with the horn again said something cursing. Expose the vexation in the void between the two buildings and the pitch of the vertical lines.

The figure of the witch with the golden-yellow horns and eyes was still in annoyance. Her gender was male, it was predictable from her voice, even though her long hair almost made her like a female.

"Aakhs! At least, I shouldn't riot, let alone say normal words!" The figure started to calm himself down and took a breath repeatedly.

"I'm a witch now, even though I have horns …! What a fuck do I care! Better find a bed!"

The figure started to leave from that alley, walking and looking at his already quite lonely surroundings. Puddles are not too created on these natural stone streets. Only irregular stubs and grooves continue to be created.

The figure of the horned witch began to arrive at one building that was quite large, but also quite small. Simple building with a model of a level house. The building is commonly referred to as the inn.

He opened the door made of wood. The bell that is attached directly reads, as a sign that someone entered into. He began to circulate his gaze and finally stopped at the witch at the reception desk.

"Se –welcome, in this inn …?" The witch with the wide hat and the colored witch's clothes suddenly widened her eyes in shock.

Yes, this was where his shock was created, upon seeing the horned witch. The horned witch immediately walked towards the reception desk and placed her elbow on the table.

"I booked his room for thirty days!" said the figure of the horned witch in a lazy tone and held her face with a hand whose elbow was placed on the table.

The view of the horned witch was not on the receptionist witch, but on the object at the reception desk. Lazy speech tone and horns on his head, the receptionist magician widened his eyes even more. Questions immediately filled his mind.

"Hey, didn't you hear? I booked the room for thirty days!" The witch with the horn reaffirmed her words, although her tone still sounded lazy.

Now the golden-yellow eyes of the horned witch had already focused on the eyes of the receptionist magician. Naturally, it left the receptionist magician shocked and dripping with cold sweat.

"B –well!" The receptionist magician turned around and took the keys to the room in the closet, then went back to the customer.

"This is the key!" he said quickly as he placed the key to the room on the table, right in front of his customer, the horned witch.

"Okay, thanks!" The witch with the horn immediately took the key to the room and left the reception desk. The two words he had spoken by her had already made the receptionist magician even more wonder.

"A –apa ... is this really real?"

The receptionist magician was still staring at the back of the horned witch who had already walked on that rung of stairs. Until the horned witch disappeared from his sight, he kept looking up at the stairs.

"He .. is not a witch, but a demon!" The receptionist magician instantly covered his own mouth after saying that sentence.

The tranquility is slowly created by the receptionist magician in his witch identity. Long breaths are done by him.

"This, it doesn't make sense," said the receptionist magician in a soft tone, "how could ... the demon be here? And also …."

The receptionist magician turned his gaze over the ceiling, "that human with that strange aura, how could it be?"

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Rumbling sounds are again created, as well as the sound of rain tones that are increasingly heard quickly irregularly. Now, back to the figure of the horned witch called 'stealth' by the receptionist witch.

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Footsteps were heard from the stairs, his voice getting closer. Audible and more audible, the piercing also goes deeper and deeper into the auditory section. Loud and loud, it grew louder until the figure voicing the voice was visible.

"uh? Why is that girl sitting there?" the inner figure with the golden yellow netra that always displayed a cold gaze. Although a sense of laziness was created on his face, a cold gaze remained visible on his golden net.

Now, the netra was already staring at the magical girl wearing a dark blue-colored robe. The girl's hair was slightly visible despite wearing a hood. However, his face was still invisible. The girl was sitting and hugging her own thighs with her face down.

Netra golden yellow, long hair light blue like a beautiful blue sky. The pair of horns on the head were quite shiny, but the expression on his face made it look mediocre.

"Why should I care? Everything here alone rarely communicates," the horned witch's inner self did not care and directly walked towards her inn room.

Even though the actual room of his inn was next to where the robed magical girl was sitting, he still did not care. Is that really important? Of course not. That's his mind at the moment.

The horned witch went straight into her room and closed the door, while the cloaked witch girl remained in her position. For a few seconds, the girl showed her face. Stop sitting and start standing with his gaze focused on the door of the horned witch's room.

"It seems, I should stop acting like this," the magical girl shrieked as she continued to stare at the door of the horned witch's room with a sharp gaze.