Gwivelle and Sanna quickly left.
The forest regained its past tranquility.
The child wouldn't come too often, as she needed to save up a certain amount of white bread before visiting. Moreover, the journey was long and rugged, a great challenge for a girl of just over ten years old.
She thought she was sneaking away behind Roman's back.
But they all knew, it was Roman who permitted her to come.
How could the disappearance of a Witch for half a day not raise concern?
They silently accepted Gwivelle's kindness.
She was simply repaying the grace they had shown her in the past.
But those two years were enough to let Gwivelle repay them without regret for half their lifetimes, perhaps only stopping once the youngest of them, Jet, had died in the mountains.
Just as when the great thief Bo Ge passed away, the Witch of Calamity cried so bitterly. Every time she went to the mountain, after meeting them, she would also spend time at Bo Ge's grave.
Another two days passed.
