At that, the red haired woman (she had ceased being a little girl years ago, even if she was only sixteen now) freezes, turning to the reporter wearing unusually thick glasses and looking at her. Her eyes narrow, making the other girl "eep" a little.
"You mean the Black Rose Witch, don't you?" There's ice in her words, a cold fire that speaks volumes: if you don't agree, you'll find yourself strung up.
Surprisingly enough, the other girl only scratches the back of her head sheepishly before responding, rather than fleeing or freezing up in fear.
"W-Well, I've only heard people call you the Black Rose...well, I've heard "witch" sometimes too, but that's not really part of the name and all...anyways, the Black Rose fits better, doesn't it?"
"What?" That can't be true. She's been called that name for as long as she can remember, it's what she is...a place where "witch" wasn't commonly added to her title just was wrong, somehow. "You must be lying."
"Nope, I'm not kidding! Anyways, it doesn't really matter what you're called, does it?"
Doesn't matter? Doesn't matter? This little girl didn't know what she was talking about. She could easily take this girl and break her in two, like that...and following her thoughts, two thick vines rose up behind the reporter, who kept aimlessly babbling along, oblivious to the danger.
"...and besides, I never really got the whole 'witch' and 'monster' thing, anyways..."
Those words made her stop.
"What. How can you not understand?! It's what I am..."
"Oh, is that why they're saying it? Because you told them? I dunno...you don't look like any kind of monster in my mom's fairy tales..."
That earned the reporter an incredulous look from the witch. Did she even know what she was saying?
"Anyways, I prefer to find the truth myself. I can't be a good reporter if I only go by rumor!"
"Reporter?" She was unused to the media. None had ever really had the guts to approach her, and preferred to slander her from afar.
"Yeah, I'm Carly Carmine, top reporter! It'd be totally cool to score an interview with you, I think! It's something no one's ever done before!"
Curious. This girl didn't seem scared, rather...just curious, actually. Or perhaps oblivious. Maybe through this interview of hers, she could show the idiot how fearsome she really was.
"Fine then. You already know that I'm the Black Rose Witch. I am Izayoi Aki."
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"H-Hey! You're the Black Rose, aren't you?"
At that, the red haired woman (she had ceased being a little girl years ago, even if she was only sixteen now) freezes, turning to the reporter wearing unusually thick glasses and looking at her. Her eyes narrow, making the other girl "eep" a little.
"You mean the Black Rose Witch, don't you?" There's ice in her words, a cold fire that speaks volumes: if you don't agree, you'll find yourself strung up.
Surprisingly enough, the other girl only scratches the back of her head sheepishly before responding, rather than fleeing or freezing up in fear.
"W-Well, I've only heard people call you the Black Rose...well, I've heard "witch" sometimes too, but that's not really part of the name and all...anyways, the Black Rose fits better, doesn't it?"
"What?" That can't be true. She's been called that name for as long as she can remember, it's what she is...a place where "witch" wasn't commonly added to her title just was wrong, somehow. "You must be lying."
"Nope, I'm not kidding! Anyways, it doesn't really matter what you're called, does it?"
Doesn't matter? Doesn't matter? This little girl didn't know what she was talking about. She could easily take this girl and break her in two, like that...and following her thoughts, two thick vines rose up behind the reporter, who kept aimlessly babbling along, oblivious to the danger.
"...and besides, I never really got the whole 'witch' and 'monster' thing, anyways..."
Those words made her stop.
"What. How can you not understand?! It's what I am..."
"Oh, is that why they're saying it? Because you told them? I dunno...you don't look like any kind of monster in my mom's fairy tales..."
That earned the reporter an incredulous look from the witch. Did she even know what she was saying?
"Anyways, I prefer to find the truth myself. I can't be a good reporter if I only go by rumor!"
"Reporter?" She was unused to the media. None had ever really had the guts to approach her, and preferred to slander her from afar.
"Yeah, I'm Carly Carmine, top reporter! It'd be totally cool to score an interview with you, I think! It's something no one's ever done before!"
Curious. This girl didn't seem scared, rather...just curious, actually. Or perhaps oblivious. Maybe through this interview of hers, she could show the idiot how fearsome she really was.
"Fine then. You already know that I'm the Black Rose Witch. I am Izayoi Aki."
At that, Carly looked perplexed.
"So your name isn't Akiza Izinski?"
"...what."