Seeing the woman who had come, the people gathering in the large wide space room all bowed in greeting. The woman looked beautiful with her appearance but in the truth that was not her true appearance. It was often for witches to steal human skin to have it for themselves, however, most witches could only maintain the same skin for every five years, the oldest.
The mistress, however, had always put the same appearance even though thirty years have passed. It was a question to many of how old the mistress was, and most people in the room didn't even know what was her name.
"Welcome, my brothers and sisters," said the Mistress with the melodious voice. If it was not for people here, who knows she was a witch, they would have believed her as a beautiful woman who had stepped to the wrong place with her pure and innocent look.