"Could it be that I really have a curse on me, and it's cast without me even knowing it?"
He murmured to himself.
"I told you it's your own problem, you definitely have a curse on you, you just didn't believe it before."
The half-witch puffed out her chest and spoke with arms crossed.
Now it's both a review and a trial.
"Sorry..."
The Demon Race Governor should have felt guilty for wronging the half-witch, but seeing her smug face, he felt he shouldn't feel guilty, and even his blood pressure rose a bit.
Snapping back to reality, he realized that in that instant, he subconsciously mistook the half-witch for Tata.
Clearly, this was Hyperion.
A young girl.
He couldn't possibly mistake Hyperion's magical power and aura.
"Hmph, if you still can't remember me, I won't linger on you, after all, it's not like I can't find someone else."
The half-witch lady said proudly.
"..."
The Demon Race Governor did not answer her.
