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Samil behaved like nothing happened until the rest of the day, he also didn't mention what was his thoughts on everything I told him previously. Perhaps, he simply noted it and didn't want to discuss it further, but him being silent about that matter made me anxious. Nonetheless, I decided not to worry in advance, I had a lot of other problems on my mind, like finding out the identity of the mysterious witch.
I went back home and kept thinking how did she know what happened, was someone observing me? Was I under some kind of “witch surveillance”? I also wondered how much she knew about me. Was she aware of the kissing spell, and that “my one and only” was actually immune to my magic? And what if she knew how I could break the kissing spell…?!
That last thought got me amazingly thrilled. Suddenly, I started looking forward to the mystical invitation. Certainly, I couldn't forget that she might have been someone incredibly dangerous, powerful, as well as knowledgeable,
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