Hitomi is a witch.

Minjoo doesn't believe she's one. She never believes so.

Even when she knows that it's truly unnatural for her to fall in love with her purple hair and cute face in just at a glance. Hitomi isn't even the greatest beauty in the town, but Minjoo gravitates to her like moth to flame. There's something in Hitomi that charms her more than it should.

Apparently, for a princess to be close with a common folk, a mere bakery owner on the outskirt of the capital, is odd even on the eyes of the romanticists.

Hitomi is never a remarkable human, although her purple hair is certainly a sight for sore eyes. Her breads are certainly exceptional, but the baker that baked them aren't that much of a figure. She is shy and spends most of her time hiding in the kitchen, letting her parents sell breads to tohers.

Minjoo met her when it was one of the rare times of Hitomi going out to serve customers herself. Minjoo believed--no, she still believes that it was a love at the first sight. Since then, she openly pursues her, even daringly proposed to the shy baker once they have met often enough. Hitomi never said yes nor no--

Because suddenly, she is captured, the Knights shouting as they pushed her to the ground.

"A witch!"

Hitomi is a witch.

Minjoo still doesn't believe so.

She wants to p