Witch World Line

The sunlight outside the window was very warm.

Jiang Han stood blankly in front of the bed, finally accepting the fact that she had not gone insane.

The 'magic' existing within her body, ready to burst forth at any moment, told her that she was perfectly normal—as normal as a newly turned eighteen-year-old little witch who was so brimming with magic that she itched to fire off fifty or sixty fireballs.

It was through her diary that she knew the term 'magic' belonged to her, as well as the 'year'.

Confirming the fact that she had been reincarnated and turned into a witch, Jiang Han stared blankly into the mirror. It was a strange face, overflowing with the youthful aura of a girl who had just turned eighteen.

Just one look was enough to make Jiang Han's skin crawl; was she really going to live the rest of her life looking like this?

Aside from the bed, the room contained a desk and a massive, overwhelming amount of books that practically swallowed the space. The diary sat on the desk, and it was pink. In the remaining empty spots, a broom rack and a fireplace were installed, with Latin-based seals drawn on the fireplace to prevent flames from leaking out and igniting the books. The wardrobe was embedded next to the fireplace; without the help of magic, this layout would have surely burned down long ago.

Jiang Han looked into the mirror again, examining herself carefully.

She had long black hair with tips dyed an icy color, and icy eyes.

She was beautiful, with a slender neck and pale skin through which faint blue veins could be seen.

She was wearing a black court-style overdress.

It was a very witch-like appearance, very witch-like attire, and a very witch-like temperament.

"Alright, I am a witch. Phew, a witch."

Jiang Han hadn't fully accepted the fact that she was a witch, but she didn't have any thoughts of jumping off a building to prove she would "rather die than be a witch," not to mention that jumping off a building might not even kill a witch...

Click—

The sound of a lock turning echoed, the door opened, and a beautiful, lively young girl walked in, dressed in robes and holding a witch's hat in her hand. Her younger sister, Jiang Zhenling, saw her and asked in a sweet voice, "Sis, aren't you going to buy a pet today?"

Sis... Jiang Han felt a headache coming on just hearing the address, and she had no idea what this business about buying a pet was. Clearly, the eighteen years of memories as a witch had not remained in this body, leaving her at a loss. She could only respond to her sister with the shortest sentence possible to minimize mistakes: "...Yeah."

Jiang Zhenling gave her a strange look and asked with slight confusion, "Sis, are you not feeling well? You look so listless today."

It seems the 'me' in this world is about the same as in the original world... Jiang Han shook her head and replied, "No."

"Mhm, that's good then." Her sister nodded and said quite maturely, "If you're feeling unwell, you have to say so immediately. That's the one bad thing about us witches—when we get sick, it's often not visible. By the time you actually feel it, it's already too late, and you have to go to the hospital for an outpatient visit."

Just like her sister in the other world, Jiang Zhenling in this world also had an adult personality. It was just unclear if she would still get into Southern University in this life; after all, in this world, being a witch represented martial power... Jiang Han nodded silently, a reaction that made Jiang Zhenling look at her with even more confusion.

"Are you really okay?" Her sister put one hand on her hip, her brows slightly furrowed, looking quite like their mother back in the day when she would pin Jiang Han down to scold her. "No, I have to go out with you today. In case you get sick, I'll be there to drag you to the doctor."

Jiang Han was hoping for exactly that—someone to take her out. She didn't understand anything right now, and in this world filled with so many witches, she was no different from a toddler. Looking at her serious-faced sister, she nodded vigorously.

Her sister tilted her head, her furrowed brows relaxing as she smiled again. "Then let's tidy up, grab something to eat downstairs, and head out."

She turned around and walked downstairs, swinging the witch's hat.

The house hadn't changed much, only having a few more pieces of Western-style furniture and books; even under the staircase railing, books were stacked, most of their covers written in Latin and English. Thankfully, although the owner of Jiang Han's body had changed, some knowledge remained. Even though she struggled with those words, she could still read them.

The layout of the first floor was also a bit strange, a mix of Eastern and Western styles. In the dining room, a beckoning cat sat on the round table, but it was a black cat, and it was very thin, looking anything but festive.

Her mother, Ye Keshu, was wearing a witch's robe that looked awkward no matter how one viewed it, standing in front of the stove and stirring a cauldron with a large wooden spoon. She looked much younger than in Jiang Han's memories, almost like an older sister to her and her younger sibling. This was likely because the average lifespan of a witch was longer than that of humans in the other world, which was why she appeared exceptionally youthful.

Ye Keshu glanced at the sisters and said out of habit, "Still clinging to your sister even at your age?"

The habit in her tone and the naturalness of her attitude almost broke Jiang Han's heart.

It seemed the eldest child... the eldest daughter of the Jiang family in this world lacked authority and didn't hold a high status in the house. Although it was about the same in the parallel world, the younger sister's status was significantly higher than the older sibling's.

Ye Keshu poured the mysterious green liquid from the cauldron into a bowl, sprinkled it with green onions and pickled mustard greens in a very Chinese fashion, and served it on the dining table. She shouted toward the living room with a full, resonant voice: "Jiang Xuan, time for lunch!"

Jiang Han thought she had misheard; her mother should have been calling for 'Jiang Xuan', which was her father's name, but she had an ominous premonition in her heart.

After she and her sister sat down, a woman completely unfamiliar to Jiang Han walked into the dining room.

She had black hair, a cute appearance, was on the shorter side, and wore short robes. She looked a bit rustic and dressed simply, but she was quite cute. She sat down at the dining table obediently and muttered naturally, "I was reading the newspaper..."

This mutter was heard by Ye Keshu, who put one hand on her hip and revealed a dangerous smile: "Oh, is that so, Jiang Xuan? You're even talking back now?"

The simple, cute girl immediately closed her mouth, lowered her head with a look of grievance, and honestly ate a spoonful of the green liquid.

Jiang Han lowered her head and mimicked the action, eating a spoonful of the green liquid. The taste was actually okay; it was a bit like a salty corn and scallop porridge, and the pickled mustard greens were crunchy. Looking at the green porridge or soup, she was lost in thought. So, her family was a family of witches.

Even her father had been corrected by the world line version to become a second mother...

Her sister took two bites, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and said, "I'll accompany Sis to go out and buy a pet in a bit."

Ye Keshu also put down her spoon and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Han has reached the age to keep a pet, too. A witch's pet must be carefully selected; whether it's to enhance combat power or magic, there are specific requirements. How about keeping an otter? It adds a swimming bonus, and they're smart—they can act as a half-assistant for spells."

"An otter? Mom, you keep an otter, it wouldn't be great to have another one, right?" Her sister immediately voiced her opposition. "I think a blue-ringed octopus would be good. A lot of witches taking the A3 exam recently are keeping octopuses; they're powerful and practical."

Whenever witches started discussing things, most would become excited. Even Jiang Xuan joined the discussion: "How about a Great Horned Deer? You don't have to use them, and you can grind their shed antlers into powder to use as spellcasting materials..."

Jiang Han remained silent, secretly pricking up her ears to listen, absorbing the common sense of the witch world.