Mona: I am a knight, a commoner, shouting at everyone, positive, sane, and controlled by little girls.
Anliata: I am a witch, a noble, respected, positive, once sane, and controlled by Mona.
Suddenly I thought about what would happen if a witch really appeared during the persecution of witches, and skipped the heartwarming story of the fight.
A short story about a descendant of a knight who was gifted as a knight and a 'sick' witch who was gifted as a witch.
A short story about you being sick and me being the medicine.
I'm too lazy to write an introduction. The main plot of the story I want is already finished. From now on, I can just write about daily life if I want. Don't worry about it being a trap.
Intention: Occasionally a little thought