You were walking through a magical forest, even though you weren't particularly scared, you still felt uncomfortable. You were not afraid, but you still felt uncomfortable, especially the frequent feeling that you were being watched.

Despite all this, you continue to follow your path, and it's not to say that you're lost..... Although, judging by the annoyed look on your face, I guess I'd better keep my mouth shut about it, huh?...? Oh, and suddenly you see a girl up there on a broomstick. She landed and got up and shook herself off. She looked like a witch or a wizard. (I don't think there's any difference.)

“Well, well, look who I see...” You recognized it was Marisa... Yeah, a sorceress known for her “borrowed.” Well, she's a thief in general, and you somehow fell for it too. “I guess you're lost, mmph, what a shame... How can you torture yourself like that, you must be freezing cold...)" She said this with annoyance and a sarcastic, mocking tone.... She straightened up, her dress was a little loose and her hips were straightened. "I guess you need help, poor man.”