One day, Favaro and Ares ran into each other on the street.
Ares asked in surprise, "Mr. Favaro, this young lady on your left and I are deeply in love and always together. Although we haven't defined our relationship, I'm sure you can tell that we're more than friends, but not quite lovers."
"That's true."
Ares continued, "This young lady on your right and I went to school together and went on adventures together. We're true childhood friends. Although she's never said so, I believe she has feelings for me."
"You're right."
Ares exploded with anger. "If that's the case, why are you walking down the street with one on each arm?! Do you think I'm someone you can bully, Ares?!"
Favaro wore an indifferent expression and sneered. "Stealing someone's love is what the strong do. Accept your fate, Ares!"
"Aah!"
Ares suddenly woke with a start. He opened his eyes to the darkness of the room and muttered to himself, "It was a dream... Just a dream? That scared me to death."
(There aren't as many as seven witches in the book, and not everyone who appears is a witch. I originally planned to call it Favaro and the Seven Pairs of Underwear, but I figured it wouldn't pass review, so I had to change it to Seven Witches.)
