The Little Witch was a bit dazed. The sweet, fragrant taste of mushroom in her mouth was suddenly washed away, replaced by the all-too-familiar smell of meat.
The Little Witch, who wasn't a fan of meat to begin with, was instantly furious. She glared adorably yet fiercely at the Beastman Warrior towering over her.
"I'm a witch! Aren't you supposed to listen to me? I said I don't want to eat meat! Didn't you hear me?"
As she spoke, she struggled to chew the meat and mushroom in her mouth, her little face puffed up in a pout like a freshly ripened berry from the woods.
The sturdy Beastman Warrior reached out with a hand as big as a fan and patted the Little Witch's head. "You have to eat your meat to grow up. You're too small right now, and I want to be your mate."
The Little Witch felt the anger in her heart instantly deflate like a popped balloon. Just like that... she suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.
