Chapter 001: The Witch's World Line
Even the father has been adjusted to become the second mother in accordance with the version of the world line
Ye Keshui poured the unidentified green liquid from the crucible into a bowl, and with a distinctly Chinese flair, sprinkled it with chopped green onions and pickled vegetables, then brought it to the dining table. She called out with full vigor into the hall: "Jiang Xuan, it's time for lunch!"
The "magic" that exists within the body, always ready to burst forth, tells oneself that you are normal, just like a little witch who has just turned 18, brimming with magic and eager to unleash fifty or sixty fireballs.
The sound of the lock being opened echoed as the door swung open, revealing a vibrant and beautiful young girl stepping inside, dressed in a long robe and holding a witch's hat in her hand. Her younger sister, Jiang Zhengling, greeted her with a sweet voice, asking, "Sister, weren't you supposed to go buy a pet today?"
In the room, besides the bed, there is a desk and a vast quantity of books that nearly overwhelm the space. A pink diary is placed on the desk. In the remaining empty areas, there is a broom rack and a fireplace, with markings in Latin on the fireplace to prevent flames from escaping and igniting the books. The wardrobe is embedded next to the fireplace; without the aid of magic, this arrangement would surely have caught fire long ago.
She has a beautiful appearance, a long neck resembling that of a * figure * book, and her fair skin faintly reveals the bluish veins beneath.
The younger sister took two bites, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and said: "I will accompany my sister to go out and buy a pet later."
It seems that the eldest son of the Jiang family in this world... the authority of the eldest daughter is insufficient, and her status in the family is not high. Although it is similar in parallel worlds, the younger sister holds a significantly higher status than her older brother or sister.
"Shuǐlài, Mom, you are already raising a Shuǐlài, isn't it a bit excessive to raise another one?" The younger sister immediately voiced her objection, "I think a blue-ringed octopus would be good. Recently, many witches preparing for the A3 exam have been raising octopuses; they are both powerful and practical."
Jiang Han lowered her head and imitated the action of taking a sip of the green liquid. The taste was acceptable, somewhat reminiscent of corn and scallop congee with a hint of saltiness, and the pickled mustard was also pleasantly crunchy. Gazing at the green porridge or soup, she pondered, realizing that her family was indeed a family of witches.
Ye Keshui glanced at the two sisters and casually remarked, "At such an age, still clinging to your younger sister?"
After she and her sister were seated, a woman completely unfamiliar to Jiang Han entered the restaurant
She is wearing a black court gown
The sunlight outside the window is very warm
The changes in the home are minimal, merely the addition of some furniture and books with a Western flair. Even under the handrail of the stairs, there are stacks of books, most of which have covers inscribed in Latin and English. Fortunately, although Jiang Han's physical owner has changed, some knowledge remains. Although she finds those words quite challenging to read, she is able to understand them
The simple and lovely girl immediately shut her mouth, lowering her head with a hint of grievance, and honestly took a spoonful of the green liquid.
Click
The habitual tone and the natural attitude nearly wounded Jiang Han's heart
Sister... Jiang Han felt a headache upon hearing this address, and she was also at a loss as to what buying a pet entailed. Clearly, the memories of her eighteen years as a witch had not remained in her body, leaving her bewildered. She could only respond to her younger sister with the briefest of sentences to minimize mistakes: "... ... Mm"
With black hair, a cute appearance, and a slightly shorter stature, she wore a short robe, looking somewhat rustic and dressed simply, yet she was quite adorable. She obediently sat down at the dining table and naturally mumbled, "I am reading the newspaper..."
Like her sister from another world, Jiang Zhengling in this world also possesses an adult-like personality... It is just uncertain whether she will ever be admitted to Southern University in her lifetime, after all, in this world, witches represent power... Jiang Han silently nodded, and this reaction made Jiang Zhengling look at her with increased curiosity.
Alright, I am a witch, huff, witch.
When witches discuss things, most of them become quite excited, and even Jiang Xuan joined the discussion: "What about the moose? We don't usually use them, but we can grind their antlers into powder for use as spellcasting materials..."
The appearance of a very witch-like figure, the attire of a very witch-like figure, and the demeanor of a very witch-like figure
The younger sister tilted her head, her furrowed brows relaxed, and she smiled again, "Then let's tidy up, go downstairs to eat something, and head out."
This mutter was overheard by Ye Keshun, who placed one hand on her hip and revealed a dangerous smile: "Oh, Jiang Xuan, so you can talk back now?"
Jiang Han felt that she had misheard; her mother was likely calling for "Jiang Xuan," which is her father's name, yet she couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding in her heart
Jiang Han has not fully accepted the fact that she is a witch, but she also does not entertain the thought of proving her resolve by jumping off a building to declare 'I would rather die than be a witch', not to mention that jumping off a building may not necessarily result in the death of a witch
She turned around, picked up the witch's hat, and walked downstairs
Jiang Han stood dazed in front of the bed, finally coming to terms with the reality that she was not insane
Jiang Han looked at the mirror again, examining herself intently
It seems that the world I am in is similar to the original world... Jiang Han shook her head and replied: "No."
Jiang Han remained silent, secretly straining her ears to listen, absorbing the common knowledge of the witch's worldview
Just a glance at Jiang Han sends shivers down my spine, is this how I will have to live from now on
Mother Ye Keshun, dressed in an awkward-looking witch's robe, stood in front of the stove, stirring a cauldron with a large wooden spoon. She appeared much younger than Jiang Han remembered, almost like an older sister to her and her younger sister. This was likely due to the fact that witches have a longer average lifespan than humans in another world, which made her seem particularly youthful
Confirming the fact that she has been reborn and transformed into a witch, Jiang Han stared blankly at the mirror, where a strange face radiated the youthful aura of a girl just turned eighteen
"Are you really okay?" The younger sister placed one hand on her hip, her brows slightly furrowed, resembling their mother from years ago when she scolded Jiang Han. "No, I must go out with you today. In case you fall ill, I can take you to see a doctor."
The layout of the first floor is somewhat peculiar, exhibiting a blend of Eastern and Western styles. In the dining room, there is a round dining table adorned with a fortune cat, yet this fortune cat is a black cat, and it appears quite thin, which does not convey a festive atmosphere
Jiang Zhengling revealed a peculiar expression and asked with slight confusion: "Sister, are you feeling unwell? You don't seem very energetic today."
Ye Keshui also put down her spoon and, seemingly lost in thought, said: "Xiao Han has reached the age where she should raise a pet. A witch's pet must be carefully selected, as it is essential for enhancing both combat power and magical ability. How about raising a water rat? It has swimming skills and is also intelligent, capable of serving as a half spell assistant."
Jiang Hanzheng is desperately hoping that the other party will take her out; she currently understands nothing at all. In this world filled with numerous witches, she is no different from a child. Looking at her sister's serious expression, she nodded vigorously.
"Well, as long as you are fine." The younger sister nodded and said maturely, "If you feel unwell, you must tell us right away. This is one of the shortcomings of us witches; we often cannot tell when someone is sick. By the time we notice, it is usually too late, and a visit to the hospital for outpatient care is necessary."
She has long black hair with tips dyed in a frosty color, and her eyes are icy blue
The concept of 'magic' is something I learned through my own diary, and the 'year' is the same.