Witch and Witch

As Jiang Han was telling the owner of the Griffin Taxi her home address, Li Li, whose ride hadn't arrived yet, asked in surprise:

"You live near All-Things Trade Street?"

Jiang Han turned back. Li Li was standing before the signpost, her posture upright, wrapped in that white-trimmed blue cloak, looking somewhat noble. It made Jiang Han guess once again that she came from an extraordinary background; ordinary witches didn't have this kind of temperament and spirit.

"Mm-hmm, are you nearby too?" Jiang Han nodded, asking back with a well-behaved smile.

"I live in the Flower Valley District near the trade street." Li Li looked at Jiang Han's face, and after a moment, added: "We're heading the same way."

Got it, got it, heading the same way... Jiang Han felt a bit uncomfortable under the other girl's gaze, tilted her head, and then subconsciously bit her lip as she asked:

"Shall we go together then?"

"Sure." Li Li turned off the signal on the signpost and nimbly hopped onto the Griffin Taxi first.

This person is quite proactive.

Jiang Han stood on her tiptoes, gripped the edge of the floating dirt block with both hands, and climbed onto the carriage.

Seeing her struggling to get on, Li Li jumped back down to the floating dirt and carried her up.

"It'll be much better once you learn the Flight Spell."

"Mm... yeah, I have the formula, but I haven't collected all the potion ingredients yet."

The Flight Spell was a spell where the formula was easy to find, but the potion ingredients were relatively rare.

Hearing her say this, Li Li nodded and said: "Its potion requires the tail stinger of a Manticore and the carapace of a Sariel Poison Butterfly. These two monsters are too strong for graduates who have just mastered third-tier spells. Honestly, even witches who have mastered fifth-tier spells don't like dealing with these two things."

Venomous creatures were a headache for anyone who encountered them.

With a jolt, the griffin carriage carried them into the sky. This particular witch coachman was quite bold, controlling the griffin to gain altitude rapidly.

The owner of this griffin carriage seemed to be a very traditional supporter of domestic goods; the drinks in the carriage included Jianlibao, while the magazines included the all-Chinese Witch Journal, the complete set of Hundred-Day Witch Techniques, and Hey! Morning Witch Talk, which was mixed with some Japanese.

Jiang Han felt a stir in her heart. The term "witch" had appeared for the second time; it seemed there was a distinction between them and "witches" (magical girls). She pulled out the Witch Journal and flipped through two pages. The layout wasn't very neat, and the knowledge within was closer to fantasy and emotional spellcasting; in short, it wasn't a very professional magazine.

Seeing Jiang Han reading the book, Li Li leaned over and asked: "You don't know what a witch is?"

"Yeah, I don't."

Hearing this answer, Li Li nodded and said: "Witches are actually people among the common folk who possess the ability to cast spells."

"Common folk?" This answer was beyond Jiang Han's expectations, or rather, she hadn't even thought in that direction.

If witches were transformed from commoners, then what was their relationship with witches? With this question in mind, Jiang Han asked: "Then how do they become witches?"

Li Li revealed a faint, subtle smile: "They undergo training, drink potions, have a witch guide their magic, and finally awaken as a witch equivalent to a weak witch."

Seeing her smile, Jiang Han still had doubts: "What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing..." Li Li gave a meaningful look, then suddenly couldn't control her facial expression and let out a laugh, "Witches, before they become witches, it doesn't matter if they are male or female."

...Doesn't matter?

What the hell, it doesn't matter... Jiang Han grasped the implication, opened her mouth, and couldn't say a word.

Before a witch becomes a witch, gender doesn't matter...

Damn it all, I thought the egg-laying witches were chaotic enough, but I didn't expect witches to be even more chaotic...

Wait, does that mean the substitute instructor Cen Jing could also be...

Jiang Han's face turned a bit green. The witch Cen Jing was the most beautiful person she had ever seen, with a unique temperament different from other witches, a mature and gentle wifely demeanor, a charming air that leaked out from time to time, and she was not only beautiful but even a little cute, with a tall and sexy figure... well, in other words, the weight on her chest was two sizes larger than that of the fox witch.

If such a stunner had been a man before...

It somehow felt even better.

Jiang Han shook her head. Ever since she came to this world, her bottom line had been constantly falling below her estimates. But after thinking about it seriously, she realized that it didn't matter if a witch was male or female, right? As long as they were a witch, wasn't that enough?

Her moral integrity was gradually entering a dangerous zone.

By the time Jiang Han returned home, had a late-night snack, took a shower, and lay in bed looking at the key spells marked by instructor Cheng Yu, her mind was still full of this matter.

"It doesn't matter, phew, it doesn't matter."

She put the marked book and her notes back on the bookshelf. She was currently studying the third-tier spell called Dispel Magic. This spell had played a decisive role in many classic battles. In one instance, a certain Archwitch used a tactic of reducing magic resistance on a witch with low mana and then taking her out with a single meteor, but the meteor was countered by a precise Dispel Magic, leading to a miserable reversal.

This was a spell that both experts and rookies loved to use, which made Jiang Han very enthusiastic about it, and she spent half the day understanding its principles.

It was just that now, she couldn't focus on her beloved spell...

Pursing her lips, Jiang Han lifted the quilt, took off her robe, slowly curled up in her thin pajamas, and stared at the ceiling in a daze, "It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter if a witch is male or female, it doesn't matter at all, it's just a matter that has nothing to do with witches."

She closed her eyes and began to breathe evenly.

Six hours later, she was staring at the ceiling with her icy-colored eyes wide open.

"Damn it, why..." There were still bloodshot traces in her icy eyes.

She had been lying in bed for so long, and her mind was still full of this! Moreover, the image of instructor Cen Jing had appeared several times, many times! So beautiful, arguably the most beautiful woman Jiang Han had seen in her two lives combined, and there was a tiny possibility that she was a man!

Just thinking about it made her feel a bit excited.

And this excitement was the reason for her inner turmoil.

Outside the window, there were already faint signs of sunrise as the dark curtain gradually receded, and exhaustion suddenly surged up. Witches were truly ill-suited for morning work, which was the reason why most schools only held reading and rest sessions in the morning, leaving the practice of pulling out wands for the afternoon.

Supporting herself with her hands to sit up on the bed, Jiang Han could not fall back asleep.

I might as well go to the garden and pet the bear!

Wrapping her bathrobe tightly around herself, she arrived at the garden. The Ice Bear was currently lying in her cave, sleeping. This cave did not smell like a typical bear den filled with animal musk. It was extremely clean, and the Ice Bear was also impeccably clean; the soft, ice-colored fur mixed with white made for a comforting sight.

Jiang Han used her hands to rub the bear's fur, which was warm and soft, so she lay down on top of it, closed her eyes, and let out a light sound of breathing.