Miss Witch, please don't leave your fragrance everywhere

Chapter 17 If you don't have seven days to live

　　Miss Witch's plan to predict the future ended in failure. In the end, only a few people came to predict the future, which was barely enough for Angelica to pay for the hotel.
　　"Alas... I should have known that the prophet would not be able to do this..."
　　The witch sitting on the stone sighed. She originally thought that being a prophet was just a high-risk profession - after all, she died first every time she was a prophet before she traveled through time. However, Angelica did not expect that a prophet would have trouble even filling his stomach.

　　What should I do next? Angelica was feeling depressed, and at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.
　　It was the young man who had asked for directions just now. He was still carrying the heavy load. Compared with before, the young man was sweating profusely with every step he took, and his not-so-strong body was shaking.
　　Eventually, the boy fainted due to exhaustion.

　　When he woke up, he found himself under the shade of a tree. Although he felt a little dizzy, he remembered that he had fainted on the way.
　　"Hello? Hi? Which one is this? Do you recognize me?"
　　"...Thank you very much for saving me. Thanks to you, my brain is still fine."

　　The boy got up and looked at Angelica with a depressed look on his face.
　　After seeing the beauty of the witch, the boy was stunned for a moment. If he were to describe it, it would be that he must have saved the world in his previous life to have the chance to marry her.
　　Of course, this is limited to appearance.

　　"Goods... My goods are in..."
　　"I delivered it for you. There was flour in the bag, so it was easy to tell it was a bakery."
　　The boy was confused by this because the first impression of Angelica was easily associated with the word spoiled, and he could hardly imagine how Angelica could carry several bags of flour.

　　"I know some magic, flour, and the like are not a problem for me."
　　"I see... But I have nothing to repay you. I know you need money, but I need it urgently."
　　The boy took the opportunity to rest under the shade of the tree and chatted a little more with the witch, who had nothing to do.

　　The boy's name was Samuel, a local resident of Leo Village. He had a sister two years younger than him. As for the rest of the family, Samuel was reluctant to talk about it. Angelica's curiosity was not so strong that she needed to get to the bottom of everything. Every family has its own problems.
　　"Give."
　　Samuel looked at the bread and water handed to him by the witch, not knowing how to react.
　　"You fainted because you were hungry. You haven't eaten for a while, right? There are still many wounds on your body from being beaten. Have you been fighting with anyone recently? I don't have much savings in my pocket, but I still have enough money for a piece of bread and water."

　　"H-How do you know?"
　　"I checked your body when I was bored."
　　Samuel scratched the back of his head. He felt somewhat embarrassed that his body was seen by a girl he was not very familiar with.

　　"Your reaction isn't as cute as Merlin's."
　　"Merlin? The flower magician of the Kingdom of Pilsen?"
　　"Well, his fame has spread so far."

　　Angelica made a simple comparison between Samuel and Merlin. When Merlin was still Samuel's age, he felt embarrassed when Angelica saw his body. Later, he became more and more perverted. It's really unpredictable.
　　"Are you the apprentice of the famous Flower Magician? I heard people in the village gossiping on the way. They said that a magician came to the village and seemed to be making some predictions."
　　"Yes, I'm using the magic crystal ball to predict the future and make money, but the people in your village don't really cooperate with me."

　　Angelica told Samuel everything that had happened. During the process, Samuel's expression was as rich as his sweaty face.
　　"Of course, you can't make money with this method, but you should at least say something nice."
　　"Humph, do you think I'm the kind of charlatan who's out to get money? The prophecy is real, and it will definitely happen. I'm just telling the truth. It's their problem if they can't accept it. No matter how you think about it, it's not my fault."

　　Angelica said seriously that she was indeed making money, but the predictions of the magic crystal ball had many limitations; however, there was one thing that was 100% certain.
　　"The predictions in the crystal ball are bound to happen. I predicted that a woman's child would break her vase. After she returned home, she would definitely protect the vase more. Nothing would work. On the seventh day, her child would definitely break the vase. It was nothing more than a pure accident turning into a momentary negligence due to overprotection. I predicted that a businessman's wife and a servant had an improper relationship. After the businessman returned home, he would definitely question his wife and servant, but he would not be able to produce evidence for a while... Then on the seventh day, it would go from an accidental encounter to the wife's final indulgence before breaking up with the servant because she was worried that the matter would be leaked."
　　"Really? This is too..."

　　"If you don't believe me, come and try it. Don't worry, I won't charge you any money."
　　Anyway, most of the prophecies were bad, ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) and few were willing to pay. The witch put the crystal ball in Samuel's hand as if she were angry.
　　Samuel did not refuse. He was also curious about predicting the future.

　　However, when Miss Witch saw the changes in the crystal ball, she uttered an "Oh!" sound, and her expression became strange.
　　"What's wrong? Is it a strange future?"
　　"Nothing. Your future as shown in the crystal ball is completely dark."

　　"Has my future become unpredictable?"
　　"You have a talent for writing novels."
　　Angelica commented unhappily that if Samuel's future were in the bard's story, even if he wasn't the protagonist, he would still be an important figure. Everyone else could predict their future normally, but one person's future was dark and unpredictable.

　　But reality is always extremely cruel.
　　"Contrary to what you might think, I said the crystal ball's predictions would not be wrong."
　　"Then why do you say you can't see anything?"

　　"Because you don't have a seventh-day future."
　　"There is no seventh day..."
　　"—You will die within seven days."

　　The crystal ball is ineffective for the dead. Angelica tried to predict the future of the dead, and the result was the same as Samuel's, reflecting a completely dark future. If the same phenomenon occurred in the prediction of the living, it meant that Samuel was already dead on the seventh day.
　　"Will I die? How, how is that possible! I don't remember having any sequelae!"
　　"Calm down, it might be an accident."

　　“…Is this considered consolation?”
　　"I didn't say I was comforting you. If there's anything you want to do, I suggest you hurry up. You don't have much time."
　　Angelica couldn't guarantee whether Samuel would die tomorrow or on the sixth day. The only thing that was certain was that Samuel, on the seventh day, was already dead. Otherwise, Angelica could at least predict who the murderer was.

　　Samuel clenched his fists.
　　"I don't want to die... I can't die. If I die, my sister won't be able to live."