My name is Aileila. I'm fifteen, a witch by profession, and a florist on the side.
My mental age? Probably somewhere in my forties.
After all, spending New Year's alone last life, eating instant noodles, wasn't for nothing.
Everyone in town says witches bring bad luck. Even passing dogs take a couple of detours around me.
So my flower shop is always quiet. My only major customer is Sabujia, a thirty-year-old potion-making witch.
Then one day, I found a ten-year-old rabbit-eared girl named Yifuni.
White hair, red eyes, an aura of mischief, and a stubbornness directly proportional to her cuteness.
"I'm not a little kid! I'm ten already!"
"All right, open wide. Say ahh..."
