“That kind of thing only exists in novels~”
“Reincarnation is real. If you don’t believe me, I can find it in a book!”
“I believe you! I never said I didn’t, but what’s in a book isn’t necessarily true either. Can we change the subject? Look how blue the sky is, how cup-like this cup is.”
“Your children could be reincarnators.”
“Huh? Oh… Yeah? Is that so? That’s amazing!”
“What would happen?”
Sephine wasn’t particularly surprised by this revelation.
Like mother, like daughter—it was a form of inheritance in a way.
But those two children didn’t seem to be from the same original world as her.
Not that it mattered.
Sephine had no strong desire to return to her original world anyway.
This place wasn’t much different from there.
“Finally willing to speak properly… I suspect they’re actually reincarnations of Gods.”
“I see… Is that serious? Will they get sick often?”
“That I don’t know. You’re focusing on some strange things.”
“What else can I do? If they’re reincarnators, they’re still my children. As long as they can live well, I’ll be satisfied.”
“I can ask other Witches for you at the next Witch Tea Party.”
“Really? Please do!”
Would Catherine have conditions?
Rumor had it that Witches had strange requests.
Sephine wondered if Catherine would ask for something that put her in a difficult position.
Sephine currently had no money and no influence.
The only difference between her and a salted fish by the roadside was that she was taller than one.
“You need to keep a closer eye on the children yourself, understand?”
“Understood!”
“I should get going too. I have things to do.”
Catherine downed the last of her Apple Cider and left.
She felt like talking to Sephine was getting more and more exhausting.
Where had that quiet, steady Sephine gone?
Had the Demon King really messed with…
No, impossible.
Even though she’d boasted about winning Sephine’s heart from the Demon King, she found she had no idea where to start.
Sephine didn’t seem to want anything to happen between them.
That feeling… it was too disappointing.
Catherine left the Tavern.
Auntie Xue finally finished her work and saw Sephine cleaning up where Catherine had been sitting.
“Your friend left?”
“She’s busy.”
“I see. I wanted to offer her a drink.”
Auntie Xue was just being polite.
She didn’t really mean it.
“Auntie Xue!”
A familiar voice came from the doorway.
A little head poked around the doorframe, looking left and right until she spotted Auntie Xue, then waved at her.
“Eir’s here?”
“Father sent me to buy some wine.”
“Tell her to drink less, got it?”
“Hehe, I tell her every time.”
Sephine hid in the corner, trying to avoid Eir’s line of sight.
She remembered how Eir had been kicked flying earlier, and regretted being so selfish—fleeing first without helping her.
Eir picked up several bottles of sealed Apple Cider from Auntie Xue and was about to leave when she noticed a little white-haired figure crouching in the corner.
That looked familiar. Setting the wine down on the counter, Eir approached.
“Sephine! It’s you!”
“Hi… hi~”
Sephine had been found after all.
That girl had such sharp eyes.
She’d hidden so discreetly, yet she’d still been discovered.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m working.”
“Working? I see.”
Clearly, Eir’s job was taking care of her father.
Vi would send them money on time, and they had endless Gold Coins at home.
So Eir didn’t really understand the concept of earning money.
Before, she’d only hunted in the forest.
“Is Sephine really short on money?”
“Mm…”
Sephine blushed and nodded.
Admitting this in front of her ex-wife’s little sister was embarrassing.
She wanted to hide it, but that was hard.
“Ohoho, Sephine, I have lots of money.”
Eir jingled her coin purse.
The sound of Gold Coins and Silver Coins clinking together was crisp.
“Then you should buy more candy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I can take care of you, Sephine. You divorced that deadbeat sister of mine, right? I know everything.”
For some reason, Sephine felt like Eir’s black hair was suddenly tinged with yellow.
What was she trying to say?
Was she trying to keep Sephine?
It seemed a bit funny.
“Hey, Eir, what are you doing?”
“I’m not trying to seduce Sephine!”
“What are you talking about? Are you losing it again? Hurry up and take that wine back to your father. And tell her to come by the Tavern sometime—I’ll help cure her alcoholism.”
It was strange for a Tavern owner to say something like that.
Offering to wean a regular customer off drinking.
Wait, Eir hadn’t paid.
“Sephine, when you’ve made up your mind, come find me. Hear that?”
Eir shook her money bag again, looking proud.
“Bye-bye!”
“Bye-bye.”
Eir left too.
“Why didn’t you teach her a lesson? So rude.”
Auntie Xue glared at where Eir had been.
That little thing was trying to compete with her sister for favor!
Who knew what was going on in her head?
The next time she went to their house, Auntie Xue planned to confiscate all of Eir’s messy comics and novels.
Misilanka’s parenting style was beyond her comprehension.
“It’s fine. She’s not a bad person, just a little silly. She’s cute.”
Hitting an idiot was illegal, and Sephine was a law-abiding citizen.
“Hmph. Even if she’s silly, she still needs to be taught properly.”
“By the way, Auntie Xue, are you related to them? I feel like you know their whole family.”
“Not really. I’m just close with them.”
So, after all this wandering, she was still being helped by someone connected to the Demon King.
“I know you have issues with Vi. But I swear to you, she’s a good kid.”
“I’m going to wash the glasses now.”
Sephine ran off.
Auntie Xue couldn’t do anything about it.
Their relationship was just boss and employee; she had no right to say more.
Still, Sephine looked familiar to Auntie Xue.
She reminded her of someone from the past.
But that person had been gone for a long time now.
Perhaps the people who remembered her had already forgotten her face.
Eir kicked open the door when she got home.
“Dad! I saw Sephine!”
She set the wine bottles on the table and picked up the empty bottles scattered on the floor.
“Asleep again.”
Misilanka was lying sideways on the bed, asleep.
Empty wine bottles were scattered around her pillow.
Even so, Eir felt it was better for her father to drink more.
Once she sobered up, she would just keep crying and crying, tears streaming endlessly.