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

Chapter 89: The Undead Playing House
 
Strictly speaking, the School of Undead was the weakest among all the schools Jiang Cha had practiced.
This weakness was not reflected in knowledge, but in the magic library itself.

The School of Undead simply didn’t have many useful spells in the early stages. In fact, most of its early magic had equal or even superior substitutes in other schools.
What’s more, she was unable to contract powerful undead creatures — the main fighting force of the school in its early stages — because she lacked the necessary resources.
Therefore, if all the schools she studied were split into six separate Jiang Chas and forced to fight against each other, the weakest would undoubtedly be the “Undead Tea Treasure.”
——Of course, wisdom magic was not included.

But the weakness of her spell library did not mean she couldn’t meet the most basic threshold of practicing the School of Undead: overcoming fear.
Yes, the main reason so few young witches were willing to study the School of Undead was very simple.
It was because of summoning the undead…

Well, it really challenged a witch’s sense of aesthetics.
After all, the higher-grade undead creatures — ones witches could tolerate — such as cute-style beautiful girl figures, spellcaster mummies, or the more dashing dark knights and death knights, were all far too expensive.
Most little witches couldn’t afford them, and Jiang Cha was no exception.
Fortunately, her inherent magic allowed her to cross this threshold entirely. In her “three-no” state, Cha Bao wasn’t afraid of any undead. In her eyes, they were nothing more than special life forms composed of matter and soul.

Over time, after much study, she gradually became able to accept these strange little cuties without relying on her inherent magic.
But…
“Jiang Cha, Jiang Cha, let’s play house with the dead~”

When she faced Violet’s eyes — so pure yet hopeful — she hesitated.
“Is that okay? Sister Mephisto rarely plays this game with me…”
Looking at the pitiful little cutie before her, Jiang Cha’s heart softened, and she agreed immediately.

But when the game actually began, she understood why Mephisto’s expression had always been so stiff.
“Mom, mom, Violet has really absorbed the power of death today! Can you praise me?”
Anyone who saw a little girl, about eight or nine years old, with black hair and black eyes — looking like an angel — ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) but with a body slightly bleeding, covered in fine stitches, standing 1.89 meters tall, weighing three to four hundred kilograms, with her right hand replaced by a mechanical iron hook, her features distorted, her dull eyes lifeless, and her stitched-up body screaming for her mother… well, their expression would hardly be better than Jiang Cha’s or Mephisto’s.

That stitched monster over there! Stuff your intestines back in!
“You are so good, you’re truly your mother’s good baby.”
Stitched monsters weren’t supposed to have vocal cords, but Violet’s had clearly been modified. Under the control of thin black magic threads, it spoke in a gentle, feminine voice.

Jiang Cha: “...”
No, her worldview had just been shattered.
“So… I’m the dad?”

Her expression grew stiff. Looking at the stitched monster, then at the adorable angel trying to cleanse her sight, she had no idea why she even asked that question.
“No! Jiang Cha is the older sister! Dad is this one!”
Little Violet clapped her hands, and from behind her appeared a figure wrapped in white bandages. The bandages were tied tightly, covering only the most vital parts, leaving much of the snow-white skin exposed.
Though her face was shrouded in thin wrappings, it was still clear she was a very beautiful woman.

“Is… is this Dad?”
Jiang Cha turned her head to Mephisto at her side and quickly exchanged messages with him through magic.
“Is Violet… maybe a little lacking in her education?”

“Is this normal?”
Mephisto, on the other hand, seemed more surprised by Jiang Cha’s reaction. Compared to the stitched monster “mother,” he found the mummy-like beautiful figurine “father” rather acceptable.
“...”

That was true. After all, witches reproduced asexually. Both their fathers and mothers were women. This situation was perfectly normal in witch society.
Jiang Cha rubbed her head, feeling that the common sense still lingering in her mind was useful in some ways — but in most, it clashed with witch worldviews.
This often gave her a subtle sense of dislocation, of being out of step with their way of life.

“Forget it, let’s just play house with the undead.”
“After all, Violet is an Undead Witch, right?”
Although the Undead Witch was a branch of witchhood, she was in essence an undead creature. Even the magic power in her body transformed into a blend of death magic and normal magic.

Though gifted in the School of Undead, her talent in other schools was far inferior to that of ordinary witches. Her worldview also shifted with her race.
For a little girl like Violet, born a natural Undead Witch, having no aversion to undead creatures was only normal.
After all, the Undead Witch might still be a witch, but in truth she was far closer to an undead being.

“It seems Jiang Cha likes Violet very much?”
Jiang Cha had played with the little girl for an hour, but when study time came, the mummy sister led a reluctant Violet away. Mephisto walked up with a smile.
“She’s indeed a very good child… except for some subtle views.”

Jiang Cha felt a bit emotional. With such a special identity, what future awaited Violet?
Could she live the life of a normal witch?
Would she even have the power to choose?
“I’m overthinking. I’m just getting stuck in my head.”

She patted her cheeks to shake off the melancholy, then said, “I’ve accepted the commission. I’ve got plenty of time right now, so we can hone our teamwork together.”
“That’s great.”
“In fact, I also want to take Violet out to play. This is the first time I’ve seen her so eager to participate in something… You know, the personalities of Undead Witches tend to be withdrawn. Even though she looks cheerful, she’s inherited that withdrawn side.”

“She seldom goes out, and she doesn’t have many friends.”
“I know. I know.”
Jiang Cha patted her senior’s shoulder, comforting her as she fell deeper into the role of a doting sister.

“So I agreed, didn’t I? It’s not in the witch’s code to let such a cute little girl live in isolation. We may not be able to change the Great Sage’s decision, but as her sisters, it’s our duty to take her out to play, isn’t it?”
“It’s wonderful that you understand.”
Mephisto breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest, and once more returning to her elegant, confident, noble demeanor.

“Well then, how about every Wednesday night from now on? We can practice our coordination.”
“Alright. I’ll read more on the School of the Undead when I get back… Is there anything I should pay particular attention to?”