Hestia, the Feast Witch.
On the outside, she was an irresistibly adorable, gentle girl—the kind you wanted to hug and bite right on the cheek.
But on the inside, she was an outstanding witch who spent at least twenty-five hours a day scheming.
After seeing Hestia's glorious career, most witches would call her a true witch through and through.
They might even unconsciously overlook the fact that Hestia had originally been a Purgatory Devil Monarch.
And not just any devil, but a top-tier one who had dared to lead an army of devils in ganging up on Big Cat Boss.
Though that battle had ended with Big Cat Boss turning the tables and nearly killing Hestia, it hadn't stopped Hestia from making a name for herself in a single fight.
Even now, after she had become a witch, some devils probably thought she had joined the witches out of necessity.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to harvest materials in Purgatory for so many years, safe and sound in a witch's body.
Another major reason was that they had seen Hestia's current strength and hoped she might give them a hand so they could change sides.
Hestia naturally knew exactly what they thought.
But she sneered at the idea.
The battle against the Sleeping Witch had shown her the future of the witch race.
The devils definitely couldn't beat the witches.
Not in the past, and not in the future.
So, as a qualified Devil Monarch, Hestia had abandoned the Purgatory faction without hesitation.
She had used a drop of blood Big Cat Boss had deliberately left behind to become a witch.
And so, she had successfully boarded the ship of the new era.
As an aside, though Big Cat Boss had sent invitations to both of them, Fortress Master