Sona and Mori, witches of Atasha. Side story

Welcome to Ameabo Online.

I've been waiting for this day. My target is in the North Valley. "Come, Argo, my sweet horse. This is our last mission together."

I ride near the valley and scout until I finally find my target. He's a 28-year-old man with just a magic staff and robe, but this time he isn't alone. Standing near him is a lady around 25 years old, looking at him with disgust and intent to kill, but she seems to be guarding him. It doesn't matter to me; everything I've trained for is standing before me because I can finally kill this bastard. I stealthily get closer and wait until their guard is lowered. In that moment, I use all my agility and air dashes to reach my target. As I fly around his bodyguard, she moves and with great strength jumps at me, flying alongside me. It can't be, I think, because I've trained for this moment for too long. How can someone have the same speed as me, even though I've achieved the highest level of agility? However, it doesn't matter to me because I have something up my sleeve. I throw a dagger at the neck of my enemy. After some time, the dagger actually hits the target, striking his neck. With that, I confirm the kill, and my pursuit stops. She freezes, and with a happy and different expression, she smiles. I start to feel scared, thinking she might go crazy and kill me, but that doesn't happen. Instead, she slowly walks towards me and starts to talk. "It's the first time someone has killed anyone I defended, so I have just two options for you. Fight me and win, and I will be your slave. Die, and I will stream it as if I avenged him. Or run, and I will kill you." Obviously, I choose to fight, and without thinking, I dash towards her and strike with my left hand. She narrowly dodges it with a side step, so I quickly stab with my right hand and perform a barrel roll. She didn't predict this and nearly gets hit, but at the last moment, she unsheathes her sword and blocks my stab with her shield. I roll and then quickly use my arms to bounce into the air, rotating with my head near the ground and legs in the air. I slash her from behind, and I actually succeed. She quickly rotates and hits me in the lung with her shield, sending me flying into a nearby rock. I try to stand up quickly, but she is faster and hits me in the jaw with her shield, sending me flying up into the air. I calm my rage and wait with a chilled emotion for her next move, and it comes. She wants to strike me with her sword from above, so she jumps into the air, but I dodge it with a twist of my body and slash her neck with both hands. It doesn't go all the way through, but it surprises her, and I don't stop there. When we hit the ground, I drop my daggers, then move to the ground and twist my body with my hands touching the ground, using my legs to knock her down, and it succeeds. I roll over her body and start to punch her with all my might and speed. She sometimes dodges, sometimes blocks my attacks, but in the end, I win the mock fight because my stamina and speed seem to be better. She admits defeat, saying, "You win, and I admit it. I, Mori Notsubo, will be your slave and your sister until the end of my life. I live at Rondu 880, Atashany. Will you accept me, my master?" I can't believe it, but I quickly answer, "Yes, I will accept you, but we need to create some kind of soul contract or an IRL contract. I actually live in Atashany too, so I'll go and meet you right now. My phone number is *********." She happily agrees, saying, "Okay, mine is *********."

After 2 years.

Mori: "Finally, the flight is over."

Sona: "So this is our last chance to return to our old lives."

Mori: "We've come this far, so we can't turn back now. It cost all of our money, so we must push on. I'm telling you, this game is our chance to start a new life. We've bought a small house, and now we're ready to begin, right? The game starts tomorrow, so let's go."

The Witches of Atasha will have new nicknames. Who knows what will happen, but for sure our hero will meet them, and maybe add them to his harem.