I'm not good at talking to people.

The Snow Witch.
That's what I got called after I used a weather-manipulation spell that was so powerful that the entire mountain range I was in was blocked in by snow.
I'm not very good at socializing by nature, so it was a good thing for me that people didn't come.
Occasionally, people would believe my rumors and come to exterminate me, but I would freeze them in place and hope they would go home.

Anyway, this environment was perfect for a witch to do research from the middle of nowhere.
The research I'm doing. The art of creating demons.

To the best of my knowledge, there are only five people in history who have been able to create demons at will in this world.
One of them was the great witch Miller-Ka.

Many witches work day and night to recreate her secret recipe.
I was one of them, and with the knowledge my parents gave me I succeeded in creating a monster.
The boy's name is Doriad.
A girl who has the form of a man, but whose lower body is a plant and is rooted to the ground.

I had been avoiding contact with others in my life, and the child was my first contact with a stranger.
I was nervous to communicate with her at first, but gradually I got used to talking to her.

Before I knew it, I was telling her about my research progress, my dreams for the future, and so on.
If I had the opportunity to go out into the country, I would talk about what I would like to do then and so on.
But I can't do it.

But I can't do it because I'm not good at talking to people.
It took me more than half a year to talk to Doli properly.
If I were to leave the village, I probably wouldn't be able to do anything.

But a situation arose where I couldn't say that.
One day Dori got sick.
I don't know why. I don't know what to do.
I tried to ask the city doctor, but she was a monster. And I can't talk to new people about it for the first time.

When Dolly got sick, it was the first time I realized how much she meant to me.
She kept smiling and listening to me as I talked only about myself, being a slow talker and incoherent.
I couldn't say it out loud, but she was my first friend.

I'm going to lose that friend.
I hate it. I want to make it work.
But what do I do?

So I came down from the mountain and wandered through the forest and found a mandragora.
They were not only the finest ingredients but also the source of an elixir to cure all diseases.
I took her away and thought I could cure Dori with it.
But when I took her home, she just shook her head.

She couldn't fix me, and you shouldn't kill her for me.

I knew that. The truth is, I didn't.
But I still wanted to make it work.
I wanted to save you, Dori. I want to save my only friend.
I was really struggling with what to do when Mandragora spoke to me.

I don't know what's going on, but if you took me to save this man, maybe my master could do something about it.

Master?　Is this mandragora not naturally occurring, but made by someone else?
But if this master is what he says he is, then he is someone who has the ability to grow demons. Then he might be able to save you.

But I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to ask the man who stole her.
I looked through the glass and saw three men entering this mountain.
One of them was a young man walking desperately ahead against the heavy snow. Is this the man?
I'm so desperate. Trying to get back what was taken from them.

Oh, I see. People care about this mandragora like I care about you.
I felt ashamed of myself when I realized that, and at the same time, I was going to say what I had to say.
Even if you couldn't help me, I've caused trouble for this boy's master. I apologize for that.

And so when they came through the mountain and into the tower where I was.
I appeared in front of them and bowed.

...... I'm sorry. Please help me.

I'm not very good at talking to people, and that was the line I did my best to come up with.