VALERIA

The inside of the small wooden house was just as warm as I had imagined, filled with flowers and the intense scent of medicinal herbs.

A table stood at the center, where the mysterious woman was preparing herbs, surrounded by chairs.

At the back, a fireplace with two comfortable rocking chairs, covered in colorful cushions, added to the cozy atmosphere.

"Oh, dear princess, don't just stand there so stiffly. Sit in the rocking chair, let's talk," she invited, and though I was wary, I did as she said, scanning my surroundings carefully.

"I was told there's only one healer witch in town. Why are you hiding? There's an innocent child in need of treatment, and that other witch refuses to help him," I couldn't help but question her.

"I know," she replied with a sigh, not stopping her grinding of the herbs in the mortar.

"This town is named as such because it was once home to a clan of White Witches. We are primarily healers, respectful of natural laws and the Goddess's will. But eve