In a distant country located next to a forest, there is a story about a witch.
It is said that the witch has endless lifespan and high magical power, but she has a cruel and capricious temperament. If anyone accidentally angers her, she will suffer extremely horrific revenge.
The little prince solemnly told the petite girl wearing a huge hat in front of him an anecdote that everyone knew in the common people. Unsurprisingly, he saw her blushing, waving the staff in her hand, and complaining to him about her dissatisfaction.
"I'm not an evil witch." Out of anger, she sat down on the bench, whispered a few words to her familiar, crossed her arms across her chest, and crossed her legs.
"You really need to give them some color to see..." She patted her cloak, and then warned the little prince: "Don't tell them that I put the frogs on the street."
"Yes, yes, yes." The little prince walked up to her, took her black-gloved hand, pressed a kiss on the smooth leather, and snickered in his heart.
Anyway, just let go of other rumors.
You won't let those guys get close to you.