She Is Not a Witch

On the parade ground of Soland in the capital city of the Kingdom of Clansia.

The square was filled with a sea of long spears, arranged in massive formations. Knights in black armor marched in formation, countless black banners fluttering in the air. This was the War Sequence 5: Knights of Apocalypse, bringing terror and death to their enemies.

“Forward, to the ends of the world!”

The solemn and determined voice echoed throughout the royal capital.

The square was an ocean of spears and banners. Warriors wielding cold, sharp weapons formed into squadrons, marching with a terrifyingly uniform pace, a thousand men moving as one.

The riders held horns and swallow-tailed banners of glory. Clansia, meaning “blessed by starlight.” The flag was blue with golden stars and wheat embroidered upon it, symbolizing the nation’s origin and oath.

Pullman, as the founding monarch, stood on the tall viewing platform surveying the kingdom’s elite forces. His weathered face had gained some wrinkles. Beside him stood a group of founding heroes also wearing blue capes, including world-shaking warriors, battle-hardened generals, sharp-witted mages, and business geniuses with incredible connections.

Most of them had once been of humble origins, unremarkable, but now they were all outstanding individuals capable of leading on their own. Under their guidance, this country and this people had finally escaped centuries of dark decline and welcomed a new dawn.

These warriors on the square were different from all previous armies. They came from all parts of the country, once belonging to various classes, but now they shared a common faith. No longer serving false gods or decadent nobles, they now fought for their country, for the people, and for themselves.

What was the source that changed everything and brought new life to this decaying nation?

Whenever he pondered this question, Pullman would recall that distant forest from over twenty years ago, and the silver-haired girl who gave him all the answers.

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Twenty years ago, in the central Tisilan Mountains.

In the lush summer forest, sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, falling diagonally on the forest floor. A silver-haired girl lay on the grass, her body rising and falling slightly with her breath, seemingly in the midst of a pleasant dream.

Unfortunately, this tranquility was soon broken.

A greenish-yellow fruit swayed gently in the summer breeze, then fell from its branch, landing on the girl’s arm.

The silver-haired girl in a white dress slowly opened her eyes, still seeming a bit dazed. She picked up the plump fruit and stared at it blankly for a while before her memories gradually resurfaced.

“Huh? No way, is this really transmigration?”

As if to confirm her current situation, she stood up and observed her surroundings, then examined herself. She found a small stream not far away, wanting to check her current appearance. Because she clearly felt that her body was completely different from her previous sensation.

The flowing water in the stream wasn’t still like a lake surface, so in the constantly moving water, she could only roughly make out that her current appearance was that of a girl about 16 years old.

She then tried picking up a stone by the stream, finding her strength somewhat weaker than before. Well, considering she now appeared to be an underage girl, it was normal for her strength to be a bit less.

How to put it? Having once been a modern person on the blue Earth, the bodily sensation of over 20 years was still there. But now her body felt a lightness she had never experienced before.

Indeed, she looked at the treetop over 3 meters high, and with a light jump, she leapt up nearly 1 meter high, plucking a fruit from the tree. It was simply incredible. If her previous body had been like a rigid block of cement, now it was like light cotton.

The girl tried running as well. The tree roots in the forest were intertwined and tangled, with occasional stones that hurt the feet. If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn’t be able to run at all.

But she felt a completely different sense of ease. Whether it was tree roots, stones, fallen leaves, or broken branches, everything was so clear in her mind. Each time her foot landed, she could easily step on a clean and flat surface, as if she wasn’t running through the forest but casually jogging on the track of her former school campus.

Everything felt so natural, like breathing. The sound of the wind flowing past her ears, the shadows under the sunlight, all clearly told her about her surroundings. Walking in the forest was like walking in her own home.

The girl ran and jumped through the forest with a hint of excitement, a feeling of freedom and exhilaration surging in her heart.

Finally, she lightly stepped on a tree branch, then leapt upwards with all her might. Her light body emerged from the emerald forest.

The world presented before her eyes was a range of endless green mountains, while beneath her feet was a verdant forest full of vitality. The wind blowing through the mountains rustled the colorful leaves, which shimmered in the sunlight.

Although she was in mid-air, the girl wasn’t worried. She had a strange intuition that even if she fell directly to the ground, she would be unharmed, like a light cotton ball floating in the wind before gently landing.

Indeed, as her toes touched the soft fallen leaves, it was easy to leap forward again, absorbing the force and landing gracefully on the grass.

Whether it was transmigration or rebirth, since the past life could no longer be pursued, she might as well live contentedly in the present.

At this moment, the girl finally felt how hungry she was. Remembering the fruit that had fallen on her arm earlier, the girl went back to pick it up.

Finding that fruit tree, she lightly leapt up to the treetop and picked a few more plump fruits, then went to the small stream.

The flowing water in the stream wrapped around her fingertips, bringing a cool and comfortable sensation. After washing the fruits clean and placing them aside, the girl picked up one to examine.

The green fruit with a touch of yellow looked crystal clear in the sunlight. Gently breaking it open revealed light red flesh inside, tasting a bit tart with a sweet and sour flavor.

It was somewhat similar to the citrus she remembered.

Hmm, if there was more sunlight on the roots and the tree got more water, it could eliminate that slight astringency, leaving only that delicious sweet and sour taste.

Somehow, the girl had this intuition. Even though she had never grown fruit trees or done any farming, she just had a feeling telling her that this was the case, that this fruit tree’s growing environment wasn’t perfect yet, and there was still much room for adjustment and improvement.

Could this be considered a kind of talent?

The girl finally remembered something and called out in her mind, “System?”

System starting up, self-checking…

A mechanical voice transmitted from her mind.

What, is this the standard configuration for transmigration?

System check complete. Interface and language have been optimized based on the host’s memories.

Then, a light blue transparent interface appeared before the girl’s eyes. Of course, only she could see it; others looking at her would see nothing.

Then her own information appeared on the interface.