The Gray Spider didn’t feel like she had ever felt a cool breeze in her life. In the fall, she was fine with the scent of maple leaves because they barely had any scent. Spring was refreshing, but the water smelled fishy in summer. Because she was alive, she found everything to be disgusting. The Gray Spider wanted to die whenever fall arrived.1

Witch. Who even came up with the name? In the language of this world, the word “witch” didn’t simply refer to a mage who could use magic. Niglus—Kukulu, the magic.[1] The word had all sorts of connotations of disgust and contempt, like forsaken, blasphemous, the twenty-third, and cursed. 1

The word “woman” didn’t also just refer to sex in this world. Firstly, there were more than four sexes in this world. The usual distinction of man and woman didn’t apply here. She was Mirgal. A somewhat appropriate translation would be gray. 0

In this world, where the three primary colors[2] dominated, Mirgals could only produce offspring by receiving seeds from other sexes. The cursed species of gray was the witches. The season in which the Gray Spider was born was fall.2

“You poor thing. Why did you choose to be born in this world?”0

Her mother probably didn’t know what she was saying. She had failed to recognize the true value of her newborn child. The child understood everything the mother had said because she was born with the blessing that allowed...2