Majo no Tabitabi - Volume 15 - Chapter 1.12

CHAPTER 1 STORY 12

The Snowman and the Witch

“Excuse me, miss, are you a mage?”

I was loitering absentmindedly on a street corner in a certain country when someone tugged at my sleeve.

It was a group of little girls, dressed in soft and puffy clothes.

The girls were gazing at me as if I was some kind of curiosity. Depending on how you looked at it, their gazes might have even been envious.

“Indeed, I am a mage,” I answered, throwing out my chest somewhat with pride. “Moreover, I’m a witch.”

In unison, the little girls said, “““Hmm?””” and cocked their heads all at once.

“A witch?”

“What’s that?”

“Is it something wonderful?”

I see. It seems this country is located in quite a remote region.

“It is something wonderful. Witches are the most exceptional magic users, even among the mages. Which is to say we’re strong, the very strongest.”

I threw my chest out even more proudly.

The little girls all said, “““Oooh,””” and their eyes lit up.

“If you’re so strong, will you make us a snow sculpture?”

“We want a snow sculpture.”

“Make us a snow sculpture!”

Uh-oh, what are you saying all of a sudden?

“Why do I have to make a snow sculpture?”

“There’s a snow sculpture over there.” One of the girls pointed to the roadside. “We tried our very best to make that one.”

As I was being urged to do, I took a look at the side of the road. Sure enough, there was a little snowman sitting there, watching people going down the road with a cheerful smile on its face.

“Oh-hoh…that’s quite well-done.” From its carrot nose to the bucket it was wearing for a hat, it looked like the kind of snowman one often saw, but it was still unique.

“We want a snow sculpture that’s even better than that one.”

“We really do. We want a sculpture that surpasses our snowman.”

“Well, I don’t think she’ll ever be able to make a sculpture that’s better than ours.”

Oh-hoh. Apparently, these girls need to be taught just how superior mages really are.

“Make something that surpasses a cliché little snowman like that one, you say? No problem. Creating a magnificent snow sculpture is a piece of cake.”

“All right, then, make one.”

“We’re waiting!”

“Yeah!”

In order to shut down the group of three little girls with their disrespectful attitude, I took my wand in hand.

“Very well, let me show you! When you talk about magnificent snow sculptures, this is the kind of thing you mean!”

In a complete upset, that year’s snow sculpture contest was won by a group of three young girls living in the neighborhood. The surprising thing was that this group of three seemingly adorable children had built such an intense snow sculpture. It had overly intricate details and beautiful curves that were almost sublime. This was no longer a simple snow sculpture; it was a work of art that impressed the judges. But there was just one problem.

“…Who on earth could this beautiful woman be?” one of the judges said as they pointed at the snow sculpture.

“Oh, you know, that’s the witch who came to our country earlier,” said one of the girls. “We begged her to act as our model,” she lied smoothly.

“Well, that’s… She must really care about her image, huh…?” answered the judge, looking astounded.

“That’s what we thought, too.” The girls also looked astounded as they gazed up at the best snow sculpture ever.

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[Author Comments]

These little girls are going to become big shots in the future, huh…? At least I thought so.