"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 83: Truth Seekers in the Endless World

Where, exactly, had the Master of the Mage Tower failed upon her path?
Why had her artificial arcane god always faltered at the final threshold, eternally unable to take that last step into divinity?
The answer was simple.
Painfully simple.
Even witches like Misa and Kairi, who knew little of the intricate lattices of arcane theory, could have named it.

The school of arcane is not a path that leads to omniscience and omnipotence.
That alone was enough.
The arcane tradition, rooted in pure theory and rigid materialism, could never pierce through to the ultimate truths of the multiverse. It shackled itself to only one half of reality’s twin pillars—matter—and in doing so, it abandoned the other, the idealistic essence of magic itself.

Yes, spellcasters of the arcane were mighty. Their power rivaled kingdoms, their brilliance rivaled stars. Yet, no matter how high they climbed, they would never grasp the founding ideal of their discipline: to explain all the mysteries of the multiverse.
Even the six great witch schools combined could not shoulder such a task. Built upon their foundations, the sages of today reached toward omniscience and omnipotence, but even they could only touch fragments, partial truths scattered like shards across infinity.
Do you see it now?

The Mage Tower Master’s chosen path had been to construct an artificial god—a being equal to a great sage, omniscient and omnipotent within the bounds of arcane law.
But the arcane school itself could not ascend so high. Its ceiling was the level of the sage. Nothing more.
And so she failed.
“But the School of Wisdom can.”

Jiang Cha’s quiet words rang like a bell in the hollow silence.
“At the very least, there is a possibility. Unlike the arcane path, Wisdom embraces both idealism and materialism. It is deeper—more encompassing—than the six existing schools combined.”
After a brief exchange, the Master of the Mage Tower no longer hesitated. She flung open her treasury, letting Daisy and her companions wander freely among its riches.

Why? Because she had ceased to see Jiang Cha as a successor, someone to inherit her unfinished work. Instead, she saw her as a fellow traveler—a kindred soul in pursuit of truth.
Her research could be the cornerstone for Jiang Cha’s own path. Her knowledge, nourishment for another school of magic that might yet reach the unreachable.
In that light, inheritance lost all meaning. The treasures, artifacts, and reagents of the vault were nothing but relics of a life long extinguished, stripped of value.

What mattered now was this: could the School of Wisdom lead to the ultimate?
If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening.
Perhaps she had not been so noble when she lived. Yet now, having died, reincarnated countless times, and returned only as an arcane echo, her hunger for truth had burned away everything else.

This was the purity of the seeker.
“I see.”
As she fully understood Jiang Cha’s resolve, as she grasped the reasons why Jiang Cha and Motel had forged a new school, the Mage Tower Master’s voice softened.

There was no bitterness in her sigh—only release.
She could not say for certain that the School of Wisdom was the final key. But from Jiang Cha’s reasoning, she saw no flaw.
And even setting that aside, she knew one thing: this new school would flourish. It would prosper, weaving itself into the great fabric of magical thought, laying a fresh cornerstone for future seekers.

“Then I have a request.”
Her voice—once heavy with the allure of a royal sister—now rang with unclouded fervor.
“When you create your Wise God… use my theories. Refer to my work. It will aid you.”
Her tone quivered with sincerity.

“What is your name? If I publish this one day, I would wish to include you as a co-author.”
Jiang Cha bowed deeply to the empty air.
Though the Mage Tower Master had never shown her form, speaking only through a disembodied voice, Jiang Cha honored her with the highest courtesy of a spellcaster.

A true seeker deserved nothing less.
“My name?”
The woman sounded puzzled, almost amused.

Then, as Jiang Cha raised her head, she appeared.
A dark elf stood before her—stunningly beautiful, robed in midnight cloth embroidered with stars. Her figure was lush yet sacred, every motion dripping with elegance and allure.
Death had stripped her bare: her friends, her memories, her soul, even her magic had been lost.
But it had not touched her desire for truth.

“To the dead, a name is meaningless.”
Her lips curved with a wry smile.
“My research is my true life. Isn’t that what represents me best?”

Jiang Cha’s throat tightened. Her gaze blurred with unshed tears.
“I will remember you. I swear it, in the name of the witch.”
She knew what was about to come.

And so it did.
The dark elf’s once-solid form began to dissolve. Azure arcane energy streamed from her body, lifting into the air as though called by unseen hands. Slowly, inexorably, it sank into Jiang Cha’s chest, ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ searing itself into her spirit.
“Go, witch.”

Her fading voice was solemn, resolute.
“In the name of the arcane, pursue the ultimate of this multiverse.”
“And in the name of the night elves, I bless you. I give you my life that you may press further into endless truth.”

“I will not fail you,” Jiang Cha whispered, bowing once more.
But when she lifted her head, the Master of the Mage Tower—the second sage of the night elf world, the mistress of arcane, the mad visionary who once dared to birth artificial gods—was gone.
Only fragments remained: dozens of spellbooks, packets of magical seeds, sheaves of handwritten manuscripts, and a single set of elven light-armor, its enchantments long since bled away.

This was all that lingered of her vast life in this lonely universe.
Not even a name remained.
She became what all true seekers became in the river of time: a shadowless figure, leaving behind only the results of her research. A foundation for the future, a buried stone in the endless road toward truth.
Success might not come to her, but it might come to those who followed.

That was enough.
Her failure was not meaningless—it was a seed for another’s triumph.
This was the final meaning of life.

“How are you holding up?”
Daisy returned from plundering the tower’s treasures, her expression tinged with worry as she studied Jiang Cha.
This was no ordinary inheritance. It was an initiation, a direct infusion of knowledge. Even a prodigy would struggle beneath such pressure—not only from the sheer mass of information, but from the lingering arcane infection it carried.

“This sage was merciful,” Jiang Cha muttered, rubbing her temples. Her head throbbed dully.
“She sealed away most of her knowledge herself. It lessened the strain.”
She gave a strained laugh.

Why was her poor little head always burdened lately?
If it wasn’t infections from study, it was torment from chaotic world-rules. If not that, then the pressure of a sage’s initiation.
Outrageous. Truly outrageous.

“I don’t need any of the loot from this expedition.”
Her lips quirked faintly as she tapped her temple.
“My true reward is right here. And more besides.”

She paused, then added, half-joking but earnest:
“If you need me in the future, I’ll work for you at half-price.”
It was fair. The knowledge she had just received far outstripped the tangible rewards Daisy’s team had reaped, but their prior contract entitled her to only twenty percent of the profit. She would balance the scales in her own way.

Daisy’s smile widened, free of pretension.
“Then I’ll take you up on it. A foreign aid like you, Jiang Cha… I’ll definitely trouble you again.”
That was how witches were. Even sisters kept accounts clear.

Jiang Cha had profited; she offered compensation. Daisy accepted without hesitation.
Fairness, balance, and the pursuit of truth—such was their way.