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"Ch-chop Chop, y-you're smiling. Wh-what the h*ll happened!?"

"... I made a friend... Ha-ha..."

The Witch who was taken under the wing of a certain historical composer could be found shaking in the far corner of a certain family parlour (a boarding house for boys who never seem to make any appearances since day one).

Her breathing was erratic, her forehead in sweat, and she could feel her heart bounding at

280 beats per minute above the maximum 100 BPM. All because Frederic Chopin was smiling like a love struck idiot.

"H-how dare. How dare you court another girl behind my back! Even if not me – think about what Jolly is feeling that you're having an affair."

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

"... He's a boy."

"Holy sh*t, you're out of the closet!?"

Frederic Chopin gave the Witch a karate chop to the head, yet his grin wouldn't disappear. Not even his trademark frown could do squat to turning his expression back to normal.

"... He's very nice... is taking a bachelor degree at a local university... and best of all... he loves to make music too."

"... Oh sh*t. Not another music fanatic."

Karate chop again.

"S-seriously. J-just who did you meet that would make a stoic and flat-faced man like you to smile as if they'd won the lottery."

"We don't have a lottery in Poland. Only town raffles for Madame Alicja's Jajka Faszerowany dish (Polish Stuffed Eggs)."

"J-just who is the one who stole your heart away!?"

"..................................... Ha-ha."

"FREDERIC CHOPIN! ANSWER ME THIS INSTANCE!"

... Holy cr*p... the Witch said his full name... things just got serious. And the Composer answered with that same silly smile like a love-struck idiot.

"Franz Liszt."

"Who the f**k is he?"

Third Karate chop of the day. Must be a good sign.