"Hm."

The flat, yet strangely melodic voice breaks the silence that had been hanging in the air up until now. A pair of hollow purple eyes gaze down at them, belonging to the girl who is currently hovering in the air some short distance away. Her black cat tail swishes idly once, then twice. Her expression does not change a single time as her head tilts to the side. "...Something troublesome seems to have taken a liking to you." Her words are more like an observation than anything else. As she speaks, her feet finally touch the ground. Her stature is surprisingly small, yet despite this, there is an unshakeable feeling that she is not one to mess with.

"...I am Bernkastel, the Witch of Miracles."