A Life From AI

Visitors

Irregular tones began to sound, though noisy but soothing. The previously small, clear grains start to get bigger and drop off quickly. Creating a puddle that then flows in the cracks of the road rocks.

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"Excuse me, can I see the visitor list?"

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The sound of the bell had previously rang, but the receptionist magician was serving another visitor. A female witch who looks like a teenage girl, but her height matches that of a receptionist witch.

"Thank you, yes," said the young witch taking the book at the reception desk after being given a loan by the receptionist witch.

The young witch went past the witch who was still standing by the door. Nothing happened and there was only wind through the movements of the young witch.

The receptionist magician saw the witch and began to do her duty, "welcome to our library. Can anyone help?"

"Yes, can I see today's list of visitors?" the witch asked as she walked closer to the receptionist witch.

Witch clothes were like maid clothes, long yellow hair and bright yellow netra. The hat was wide and large enough, but it did not block the view to be able to see his face. Black and white are her hallmarks.

The female witch's hand tapped on the reception desk, while her eyes stared intently at the receptionist witch. Even so, a friendly smile was displayed well by him.

"Sorry, but you have to say your identity first, also excuse—"

"Just give me the list of visitors" said the witch, drawing her face closer to the receptionist's ear.

The receptionist's magician's eyes instantly changed and lost the mark of life. Empty and hollow, really just being able to stand still and say 'yes' with action.

The receptionist magician immediately took the visitor's notebook in the drawer of the reception desk and gave it to the witch. The female witch immediately accepted it and smiled, then left the receptionist magician.

Not to leave, but to enter the library room and disappear among the bookshelves.

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I don't know, but the main character should be in the spotlight again now.

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"Huh, the book that bo-san-kan!" said one visitor who had just read a book called 'Polite Speaking Guidelines'.

The young witch with a pair of shiny blue horns on her head, a golden yellow netra and a cold facial expression. The magician's clothes were like the elite, but his every utterance felt incompatible with his appearance.

Even though his face had already aligned all of those things.

"Huh? Since when are you here?" ask the young witch named Sira Siveria.

His eyes were now staring at the blue bead of the human girl who had just turned her head towards him. The girl sat next to him with a hand that held a thick book.

Even so, this human girl did not seem to think too much about what she was wearing. After all, his thinking was a little short-lived. Such was the response of the young witch named Sira Siveria.

"Eum, it's been quite a while .. about half the time last morning," replied Afra Afifah, the human girl giving a fleeting smile to Sira then returning to the book in her hand.

Sira followed Afra's views and went to see the very other writings of the writings in her book. Sira widened her eyes and opened the book she had picked up on the bookshelf, a book called 'Polite Speaking Guidelines'.

Sira looked at the writing in her book, then turned to writing in Afra's book. He grew more and more stupefied and created a sense of surprise in his mind.

"Your book …." Not finished Sira said, Afra had turned her head and looked into Sira's golden yellow eyes. The sharp eyes that always gave off a piercing cold aura.

Sira was stunned for a moment and swallowed her own saliva. That sharp golden net seemed to be unable to last long with Afra's dark blue netra. Empty and empty, as if there was no life for the owner.

Yes, those are the dark blue eyes of that human girl named Afra Afifah.

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Afra tilted her head and let out a soft sound from her closed mouth. Sira was getting stunned and could not open her mouth, but her mind was already wandering. Trying to fight against his will.

Sira began to open her mouth even though a sweaty hair started to be created on her face, ". .. different," she said managed to breathe the air properly now.

Afra gave a small nod and went back to reading her book, while Sira could only remain silent while gathering some fresh air. His silence when stared at by Afra seemed to make him stop breathing.

Yes, because now his breathing feels disjointed.

'Witches are like humans, but their bodies have mana that ordinary human bodies do not. Where the witch has is like a soul to a human. The moment their bodies disappeared, their bodies would also disappear.

Unlike humans who do not need this kind of strength and energy. Just the brain and lust alone made them worse than all races.

The witch race, led by a queen who rarely even shows himself. Some of the witches built groups and some moved on their own. The royal family is the most mysterious family, because freedom is a priority here.

Even so, the lives of its residents are very orderly and do not make problems. Calm and peaceful, calm. As invisible sharp threads wrapped around their necks, they became obedient without any definite rules.

Only the royal family has a clan, whereas magicians other than the royal family mostly do not use their surname. All witches have clans, but most hide their clans.

The lives of the inhabitants of the witch kingdom are peaceful, but very suspicious as there are no rules of any kind from the kingdom. A witch queen who doesn't even tell her her family, let alone her own name.

There is only one clue about the royal family and the entire territory of the witch kingdom, which is Lyvie.'

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"Eh? Lyvie?" sira's murmur was clearly heard by Afra who had just re-understood the writing on the page sheet of the book in her hand.

He had read it, but he reread it again. And he read it in silence, only he heard it himself. However, Sira's words made her surprised and of course raised a question mark.

He turned his head and looked into Sira's eyes, "can you read it?"

"T –no, no! I just felt like the writing was being changed" Sira replied lowering her tone.

"Changed? Eum .. indeed, the writing is not like the previous writing, "Afra again looked at the book and looked seriously at the writing on the page-sheet-"the letters are indeed different."

"Hm, I read it in reverse." Sira's words shocked Afra and looked back into those golden eyes.

Sira covered her mouth and nose with one hand, while her eyes did not stare back at Afra's blue netra. Just giving a quick look.

"It says 'Lyvie', but the first time I saw it I read it 'Viely'."

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