She Is Not a Witch

“So, little Loranhil is going to Emenas?”

“Yes, I want to go there and see. I should meet people from various places.”

“That’s true. Lady Night’s place does have nice scenery.”

Daytis recalled how she used to hold Lady Night like a doll, occupying her position and transforming into her appearance, playing tricks like twins. Back then, Lady Night was a quiet loli with a timid personality, and other witches loved to tease her.

“Is Dean Lady Night also a witch?” Loranhil had heard this name from Laniel before.

“Yes. Besides the central campus, Emenas is divided into four major colleges. Lady Night is the dean of the All-Seeing Tower College.”

“She stays in the observatory at the top of the tower almost all year round. If you go there, you’ll see a room full of books, and sitting in the innermost part is a porcelain doll-like loli—that’s Lady Night.”

“When you first meet her, you can ask her for a book. She definitely won’t refuse.”

“Isn’t it impolite to ask for things when first meeting someone?”

“Hehe, don’t worry. Even if you don’t ask, she’ll probably give you a book to record things. She’s the Witch of Books, and the books she gives out have magical powers. It’s quite fascinating,” Daytis chuckled.

“The book she gave me back then was the Book of Flames. It could be used to record and store various flames, to be released when needed. Unfortunately, I broke it later.”

“Can flames be recorded?” Loranhil was curious about this point. Flames should be in an ionized state, right?

“Yes, similar to sealing, recording all things in books—that’s the power of Lady Night, the Witch of Books.”

I really want to see it, Loranhil thought.

“Is little Loranhil planning to pursue the Demon Sequence in the future?”

Daytis looked at her junior, feeling a bit surprised. She had thought that given Loranhil’s personality, she would most likely pursue the Angel Sequence or Nature Sequence, or at worst, inherit Trina’s Necromancy Sequence or the Magic Sequence. She didn’t expect her to already be at Demon Sequence 4.

It’s not that the Demon Sequence is bad, but people who follow this sequence are either extreme in personality or have deep obsessions, as this fits the consistent combat style of the Demon Sequence.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Loranhil could freely switch between sequences, so she wanted to try them all.

“Is that so? Well, that’s fine too. You haven’t reached Sequence 5 yet, and with your talent, whichever you choose to cultivate won’t be bad,” Daytis nodded thoughtfully, then took out a semi-transparent purple gem.

“This gem contains a lot of knowledge about the Necromancy Sequence. It’s what my sister Hades and I have summarized over the past thousand years, probably more complete and comprehensive than Sister Trina’s. You can refer to it.”

“Although I don’t recommend you pursue the Necromancy Sequence, the knowledge about souls in it is extremely beneficial for cultivating any sequence.”

“Thank you, Sister Daytis.” This time, Loranhil didn’t refuse as before, but accepted it comfortably. Perhaps she had become more confident after her southern journey.

Seeing Loranhil accept it, Daytis was quite pleased. She then gave her a letter to deliver to Lady Night when she reaches Emenas, though she didn’t reveal its specific contents.

They chatted for a while longer. Worried that her pure and innocent junior might be deceived by cunning people, Daytis curiously asked Loranhil why she protected Cransia and about the details of various events. After understanding, she nodded with slight relief.

“In the future, try not to use your power on a large scale unless you reach Sequence 9. You can’t afford the price of such miracles.”

“It’s fortunate that Sister Trina’s hairpin worked at that time. Otherwise, with your reckless actions, you would have definitely hurt yourself, possibly falling into another long slumber.”

As they continued talking, the sky gradually darkened, and dinnertime arrived. This time, Loranhil didn’t let Daytis conjure anything, but prepared a sumptuous dinner herself. She also gave her senior a jar of [Golden Maple Sugar] as a token of gratitude.

“So delicious~” Although she had lived for a long time, Daytis still behaved like a young girl, loving sweets. She picked up a golden sugar cube and put it in her mouth.

“Do you have any other delicious things? I could bring some to Hades, Suqin, and Phoebe. We could trade for some good items for you.”

“I do have some, but not much.” Loranhil thought about the new crop she had recently developed, a pearl-grade supernatural crop. Although she tried to accelerate its growth with her Nature Sequence abilities, the yield was still low.

“Wait a moment.”

Loranhil went to the back of the house, to a corner under the amber red maple tree. A small fence enclosed a short vine with emerald leaves and small clusters of fruits of various colors, resembling grapes.

The young woman carefully picked the only two ripe clusters and carried them back to the house.

Two clusters of colorful grapes were placed on a clean plate on the table.

[Rainbow Grapes] (Perfect Pearl Grade): Each grape is a different color and has a different taste, like the finest wine. Can calm the mind, relieve mental anxiety, and slightly repair soul damage. (It is recommended to consume only one grape at a time.)

“These are suitable for infusing in water,” Loranhil brought two cups, poured clear water into each, and placed one grape in each cup.

The grape in front of Daytis was violet-colored. As it dissolved in the water, small bubbles constantly rose, dyeing the clear water light purple until the entire grape melted. A thin layer of frost appeared on the outside of the cup.

The grape in front of Loranhil was rose-red. As it dissolved in the water, bubbles also emerged, gradually turning the clear water crimson. After the grape completely melted, wisps of white steam continuously rose from the water’s surface.

“This is… very impressive.”

Daytis picked up the cup and took a small sip. A comfortable, refreshing sensation spread throughout her body. Even the tiny wounds left on her soul over the long years showed signs of healing, which surprised her the most.

Because witches live for so long, the torment of time inevitably leaves some scars on their souls. Some are caused by battles, some by their own depression, and some by cracks produced from overly persistent beliefs.

If these wounds could be properly healed, many witches who had lived too long wouldn’t go mad and walk towards self-destruction.

“Little Loranhil, why don’t you change your name to the Garden Witch or the Sugar Fruit Witch?”

Daytis excitedly hugged her junior and said happily.

“You’ll definitely become the most beloved junior among all the witches.”