I spontaneously widened my eyes. "You know me?!"
"Of course. A short woman with superhuman strength who single-handedly defeated a bandit leader," she replied calmly, as if she were relaying a simple historical fact—not a tragedy that still traumatized me because my skirt got caught on a tree branch during that heroic scene.
Wait, did she call me short? Why couldn't she be angry at such a painful fact?
"WHAT?! You know about that, handsome witch?!" I was in total panic. "How could you know? Where were you at that time? Did you watch me through a screen? Don't tell me that forest has CCTV?!"
"CCTV?" The handsome witch tilted his head with an innocent but still insanely cool expression.
Mary immediately massaged her temples. It seems she was starting to become immune to my "modern nonsense" terms.
"CCTV is... a device that can record something and be monitored via a screen," I explained, waving my hand as if I were the smartest lecturer in the world.
