Miss Witch, please don't leave your fragrance everywhere

Chapter 34 The Witch of the North
　　"Okay, both of you, please follow me."

　　After a while, Chloe invited the two to go upstairs. Because there were not many people at home, the corridor on the second floor was a little empty. It was worth noting that there was no seal outside the door of the room. Usually, if the space at home is too large, the unnecessary rooms will be sealed up, and it is too troublesome to clean them every day. But Chloe is a diligent maid and seems to insist on cleaning every day.
　　"Abigail, I have an idea."
　　"Huh?"

　　Angelica conspired with Abigail in a mysterious whisper.
　　"Look, their house is so big, but there are only two people. Wouldn't it be a pity if we don't do something?"
　　"Um... Sister Angelica, I think committing a crime is bad..."

　　"Crime? I meant to say is they have so many vacant houses. We might as well talk to them about solving the accommodation problem in the town."
　　“I-I see… As expected of Sister ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Angelica…”
　　"You're imagining me badly again?"

　　Angelica grabbed Abigail's cheeks. She always felt that since some time ago, Abigail always seen her as extremely shameless. Angelica's girlish heart was hurt.
　　...Of course, if the family's rich treasures accidentally ended up in Angelica's pocket, there would be nothing that could be done about it, but considering that Chloe was a very capable maid, it was possible that she could remember every object in the house, so it was better for her to be a little more obedient.
　　Angelica followed Chloe to the largest bedroom on the second floor of the mansion. It had good lighting, magic props to purify the air, an aquarium in the corner, and countless trophies hanging on the walls, including animal skins and specimens of stag heads.

　　"Specimen of an alien-horned deer? It's a very valuable collectible in the market. I didn't expect to see it here."
　　"—I hunted it myself."
　　The man on the bed boasted with a smug look that was hard to conceal after hearing Angelica's comment.

　　The man was none other than Mr. Stewart, the owner of the mansion. The ends of his hair had begun to turn white, and every wrinkle on his forehead was weathered. Hearing Stewart's self-narration, Angelica seemed a little surprised.
　　"You in person? The heterohorned deer is an animal that lives in the extremely cold northern region. Its horns are extremely strong, and it is not afraid of predators. Hunting heterohorned deer is not an easy task."
　　"Yes."

　　Stewart smiled and nodded, reminiscing about the past years.
　　"At that time, I was young and frivolous. I thought hunting the horned deer was challenging and worth a try... I prepared enough supplies, but the harsh environment and the tenacity of the horned deer were beyond my imagination. I almost died together with the horned deer. Fortunately, a meteorological expedition team found me. If it were a little later, I would have lost my ears and one leg. In return, I only kept the head of the horned deer as a souvenir, which reminded me how cruel the weather in the north is."
　　"It sounds like you didn't accept anyone's commission. Did you want to take on the challenge yourself?"
　　"Haha... I have missed the invitation from Hades countless times, but I couldn't help but try every time."

　　Angelica and Stewart had an unexpected coincidence. Stewart used to be a fearless adventurer. The trophies in the bedroom were not bought by Stewart, but were the result of his own pride.
　　"Chloe said you accepted my commission... After a long time, I almost forgot that I had posted it. As you can see, there are not many people at home. I have traveled all over the country, but now I am old and seriously ill. I don't have much time left, so I want to find someone to chat with. Chloe is used to hearing my stories."
　　"Master, don't say that, you will definitely get better!"

　　In response to Chloe's comfort, Stewart just smiled bitterly.
　　"I only have about ten days left to live. If someone is willing to accept my commission during this last period of time, it may be that the gods still love me, just like they rescued me from the hands of Hades several times."
　　The commission was simple. Stewart had been an adventurer in the past and was not used to staying at home. Chloe, the only maid in the house, had to do the housework alone and had no extra time to chat with Stewart.

　　Angelica's job is to spend time with Stewart.
　　"I've been to the North before. The meteorological expedition you're talking about must be from Kluistil."
　　Abigail was very interested in the North, as mentioned by Angelica and Stuart. She was at the age where she liked to listen to stories, and Stuart didn't mind having a little listener. In a sense, Angelica and Abigail were exactly the candidates that Stuart expected, one to talk to and one to listen to.

　　"Kreustil?"
　　"A city in the north, in the midst of a constant snowstorm."
　　"That's right. The Kluistil people have lived in a blizzard for several generations. It is said that only the Kluistil people can find the right path in the northern environment. After I was rescued by the expedition team that day..."

　　Stewart enthusiastically recounted his experiences and what he had seen in the North. Angelica and Abigail acted as listeners most of the time. Occasionally, when they talked about a topic she was familiar with, she would interject appropriately, which prompted Stewart to nod repeatedly, with excited responses such as "Yes, yes, that's it" and "You've seen it too", etc.
　　Stewart claimed that he had only about ten days left to live, but looking at his energy, he didn't look like someone who was about to die.
　　"By the way, there's a strange artifact in the museum in Kluistil, similar to the one you took."

　　Abigail looked in the direction of Stuart's finger and found that Stuart was referring to Angelica's wand, placed against the wall.
　　"broom?"
　　"Yes, a broom. The people of Kluistil said that they found a suitable location for the city with the help of a man holding a broom. Although most of these stories are just legends, the broom in the museum was put there by the first city owner himself. It is very commemorative."

　　"Pfft...putting a broom in a museum? That's his style."
　　"Have you ever been to the museum in Kluistil? There are many things in there that only people who survive in extremely cold environments can tinker with."
　　"No. Tell me about it."

　　After all, when Angelica went to Kreustil, there were no museums. In Angelica's memory, the North was not as cold as it is now. The witches at that time had not yet mastered space warping, and the witches who could not lead the people of the North out of the blizzard established a city-state with their tribal leaders.
　　By the time Angelica learned how to fold space and cross the severe blizzard again, the people who worked with her to build the city were no longer there. The witch never felt that she had saved Kleisstil, because while the witch was learning how to fold space, they had stood firm in the cold wind on their own.