Majo no Tabitabi - Volume 15 - Chapter 1.22

CHAPTER 1 STORY 22

Saya’s Daily Routine

“Teacher, hey, teacherrr!”

“Huh? What do you want?”

One day I grabbed ahold of the sleeve of my annoying teacher, who was calmly smoking her stupid pipe just to the side of the designated smoking area at a branch office of the United Magic Association.

I knew she would probably say something strikingly amoral, like “This isn’t a cigarette, it’s a pipe, so it must be okay if I don’t stay in the smoking area, right?” But her smoking was nothing but a nuisance, and I really wished she would quit. However, on that occasion, I had other reasons for approaching my teacher, besides chiding her for her foolish decisions.

“Teach me some magic, please,” I said.

That’s right, I want to learn magic.

I had studied magic under my teacher, the Midnight Witch, Sheila, and I was already officially the Charcoal Witch, Saya, but even so, whenever she had free time, I still pestered my teacher to teach me more magic.

Although I was now being treated as an adult, I was still inexperienced, so there were many things I didn’t know. I didn’t have the time to waste just standing still. I’m always joking around, but as a matter of fact, I think I’m quite a serious girl… Though that’s not the sort of thing you say about yourself.

“Ehhh…what a pain…” My teacher was quite an undisciplined witch, so even when I asked for things up front, she generally didn’t listen to what I said. “I don’t feel like it…”

You see?

But my negligent teacher always dismissed everything I asked her. This was an everyday occurrence. And I already knew what the next words out of her mouth were going to be.

“All right, first things first, go buy me some coffee.” That’s what you’re going to say, right?

“All right, first—”

“Here, have this,” I said as I swiftly presented my teacher with a cup of coffee.

“…!” After opening her eyes wide, looking somewhat shocked, my teacher said, “You’ve got more sense than I thought…” and accepted the coffee.

After this, as a rule, she would continue in a similar fashion.

“All right, next go buy me some bread.”

Then it would be tobacco, and then she’d ask for another coffee. I already knew the drill.

“All right then, next some bread—”

“Here you are,” I said as I swiftly presented her with a loaf of bread.

“…Okay then, tobacco—”

“Here,” I said. I had already purchased it.

“…In that case, another—”

“Coffee, right? Here, please enjoy.”

“……”

Then finally, after I had met all her demands, my teacher scratched her head, looking annoyed, and turned to look at me. “…No way out, huh…? Fine. What do you want me to teach you?”

She might have looked like quite a rough-and-tumble witch, but my teacher was by no means a bad person at heart.

And that was more or less how I passed my days together with my undisciplined and negligent teacher.

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[Author Comments]

In Volume 4 of Wandering Witch, a clumsy girl named Yuuri, who aspired to be hard-boiled but was in actual fact not hard-boiled at all, made her appearance, but whenever I’m writing Sheila, I think that Sheila is actually the hard-boiled character Yuuri ought to try to be more like.