"What do you think of your past life?" Histeria tapped her lips, revealing a smile that was hard to call either 'sweet' or 'sickly.' "If I had to say, I somewhat regret not obtaining more secrets... Mm, as a native-born witch, you probably don't understand how us later-born witches feel, do you?"
"Past life is like a childhood illusion. Perhaps that makes it easier for you to understand." Xiya spread her hands.
I'm a later-born witch too, yet I don't understand how people like us feel either, my kin... Jiang Han savored the pure racial malice she had just sensed, along with the faint hostility toward every race other than witches. Without revealing her doubts, she merely put on a carefully crafted look of curiosity.
"A childhood illusion?"
"Yes, exactly. I heard that witches always made grand wishes as children, like 'I'll surpass Angelite,' or 'I'll become number one in the world.' Little witches cradled their dreams and boasted to the skies. Then, once they grew up and looked back on their own childishness..."
Histeria blinked, her beautiful golden eyes gleaming with amusement and delight.
"They feel embarrassed, their cheeks burn, they feel awkward, yet there's also the tiniest bit of laughter through tears. The memories are vivid, lingering on the tongue—but they've already matured and grown up. They know they can never return to that carefree time when 'homework' and 'grades' were the biggest things in life."
Good lord, Xiya really wasn't a native-born witch?
Jiang Han had received an answer so unbelievably genuine and pure.
That was right. That was what it felt like to become a witch.
It was like 'growing up and maturing.' Looking back on everything she had done as a land-dweller from the perspective of a witch was like recalling childhood memories while, as