Curse of The Witch

Our Daily Life

"Orion~"

She has been calling my name in her sleep. It seems she's dreaming of something that includes me. Even if I'm curious, I can't peek into her dream like a magician.

"Well, she's a witch though...."

Maybe it's been a week since that day. The day that I began to acquire my ultimate goal in this world, but,.... alas, this girl next to me didn't seem to let me achieve it. The moment when I thought that I died and opened my eyes, rather than an angel or demon, the foreign canopy greeted me instead.

She asked a few questions and in that question, she's asking my name, but. I can't recall my name. I know and am aware that this is a world that's different from the world I know. But, I only can't remember the name that my parents bestowed me with. My memories of this world seem fuzzy as well. How can I come to this world, how far have I walked, and the reason why I keep wandering.

In my confused state, she gave me a new name. The name of a constellation. A name that has a meaning of stars that shine brightly.

"Orion....."

The name that she gave to me. I don't know the reason why she gave me that name, but after living with her for a week it seems she just gave me a name on a whim.

When I was still deep in thought while staring at her sleeping face. Her body suddenly shakes and groans.

"Hnggh,.....hmm?"

She opened her eyes a little. And I greet her with a smile on my face.

"Good morning, Latina"

Caughtcing off guard, her face becomes red. She's blushing and covering her face with a pillow.

"Aaaaa,...i-if you're awake then wake me up instead of staring like that!"

"Hahaha, sorry. But your sleeping face kinda makes me peaceful,"

"Uggh,..."

Well, this is my daily banter with her when woke up. At first, I was confused about why she always ended up sleeping with me but as time passed I didn't bother to think anymore. It's lonely, and her warmth soothes my heart.

"....is this the side effect of my past,...I wonder...." I'm mumbling.

"Hmm? Did you say something, Orion?"

"No, I'm not,"

"By the way Latina, why I ended sleeping with you again?"

"W-why I wonder,....? Ah! Because we only have one room!"

With a panicked face, she answered my question like that. It smells fishy but I accept her answer as if it's natural.

"Yes, yes, whatever,.....I'm gonna make us breakfast so I'm heading to the kitchen,"

I'm standing up, tidying the bed and my hair then going to the kitchen. When I reached the door and opened it, Latina with her nightgown facing me and put on a soft smile.

"Sure,....make a delicious one,"

Her smile's really fascinating. Even with her bed hair, that smile that she put on her face really suits her.

"Yea, yea, as you wish,"

On the top of the dining table, there's a soup with potatoes inside it. The thought of having a heavy meal at breakfast is indeed passing my mind but, when I calculated how our daily routine I just made a light breakfast instead of making soup with potatoes as the main source of our carbohydrates for this morning. With Latina sitting across my seat the peaceful breakfast began to start.

Latina seems happy, she's chewing her potatoes with a big smile on her face.

"You look happy, did something happen when I'm not noticing?"

Latina paused for a while, and with wondering eyes, she answered me, "Maybe you can call it like that,..."

"Is that so? Good for you then,"

It's just a silly chat, even though I know how she's been living this past week but I think this kind of daily routine will be acceptable.

Deep inside my heart, I hope that this day will last forever.