She Is Not a Witch

“Have you always lived here?” Daytis asked curiously.

“Yes, I lost my previous memories and woke up in this forest,” Loranhil thought she couldn’t possibly say she was from another world.

“Oh, you lost your memory? Let me think… who’s good at dealing with that,” Daytis put her fingertip on her chin, tilting her head in thought.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve gotten used to it and started a new life,” Loranhil shook her head, indicating she wasn’t concerned about her memory loss.

“Alright… let’s forget about the past. But are you sure you don’t want to know about your former life?”

“Life always moves forward. There are always new sights to see and new memories to make.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so open-minded. I won’t push it then. I still like to reminisce about some people and things from the past,” Daytis said with a slightly troubled expression, shaking the small cup in her hand.

“By the way, did you see the spectacle in the sky above this mountain range a while ago?”

“Hm? What spectacle?” Loranhil tilted her head, a bit confused.

“That beautiful sky, extremely blue and clear, even revealing a light purple color. It suddenly broke through the clouds. Many people saw it,” Daytis gestured in the air with her finger, leaving faint traces of light.

“No, everything seemed normal recently,” Loranhil had been in a deep sleep, completely missing that magical scene.

“Oh? It wasn’t you? I thought you were the most likely candidate after looking around,” Daytis said with surprise.

“No, maybe I missed it. I slept for a few days recently,” Loranhil said, somewhat uncertainly.

“I see, I understand now.”

Daytis revealed a slight smile, then gently clapped her hands.

As if the world collapsed in an instant, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly. The landscape around them shifted into the air, and beneath their feet was an endless sea. The sky displayed a gorgeous, deep blue—exactly the scene Daytis had witnessed before.

Loranhil looked at the changing scenery in surprise, but the sensation of sitting on the wooden sofa hadn’t disappeared, which somewhat reassured her as she continued to observe this magical landscape.

In the blue-purple sky above, stars constantly appeared and vanished. The starlight seemed to flicker according to some pattern, clearly visible even during the day.

Looking at those starlight, Loranhil was greatly shocked, her entire spirit drawn in. Those stars expressed many things, but the information was too vast; she could only vaguely understand the general meaning. It was… bestowing… blessings and protection.

Watching the white-dressed girl’s stunned expression, with light constantly shifting in her transparent blue eyes, Daytis wasn’t surprised but rather more delighted.

It really is you, our junior, a new witch with god-like talent who will bring great changes to this world.

Witches, the most whimsical beings in this world. Legend has it that they were formed from fragments of fallen gods, born with the miraculous power to control certain domains, ageless and immortal existences, mischievous deities walking among humans.

After a long while, Loranhil slowly recovered from that state.

Was that miraculous scene really caused by me? Why did it appear, and what does it mean? Some questions began to swirl in her mind.

“Feeling better? Don’t worry, this world-sensing phenomenon occurred because it was your first talent awakening,” Daytis explained.

“It also indicates that the world has acknowledged your existence and your power.”

“I’m really looking forward to seeing what possibilities you’ll have, our junior.”

“Junior?” Loranhil asked, puzzled.

“That’s right. You’re also a witch, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“This also means you’ll bring either wonderful blessings or terrible calamities to this world.”

Loranhil still found it hard to believe. Trina’s legacy recorded a lot of knowledge, but the topic of witches was only briefly mentioned, without much detail.

“Don’t be too afraid. You might feel a bit uncomfortable now that you’ve just awakened, but with time, this talent and ability will become as easy as breathing,” Daytis said reassuringly.

“Do you want to know about my ability?” Daytis conjured an exquisite folding fan in her hand. When opened, each panel had blue light and dark patterns.

“Yes, is it illusions?” the girl replied, looking at the smiling witch before her.

“Ah, you know… Of course, Sister Trina must have told you.”

Daytis seemed a bit disappointed, having lost the chance to experience the joy of being a senior.

She then closed the fan and gently tapped it on the table. Suddenly, various delicacies appeared on the table.

Steaming roasted meat, iced fruit wine with clinking ice cubes, bright red shrimp neatly arranged on plates, soft hazelnut bread, and colorful fresh fruits in red and green filled the round table in the hall.

Six large burning candelabras also appeared around the hall, with bright burning candles illuminating the room.

“These things are all real. You can eat and use them,” Daytis said, using a fork to pick up a small piece of fruit and offer it to Loranhil.

The girl tentatively bit into the light red flesh of the fruit. Sweet juice spread in her mouth. Can this really be eaten? Will it have nutrients?

“These are indeed created from my illusions, but even illusions can become reality. That’s my talent,” Daytis explained, picking up a stemmed glass and gently swirling it, the clear sound of ice cubes clinking coming through.

“Can you create anything, even living things?”

“Living things too, just without souls.”

“Soulless roast meat, huh.”

Loranhil mused, then forked a piece of roast meat and took a small bite to try it.

The texture wasn’t bad, but it lacked some variation. Usually, the taste and chewiness of meat differ between the center and edges, but this piece was uniform throughout.

It was real, but a reality created based on imagination, not a perfect copy of the original.

“How is it? The texture is good, right?” Daytis asked proudly.

“Yes, it’s indeed delicious,” the girl praised, going against her true thoughts to give face to her senior.

“Hehe, I am the Witch of Thousand Changing Illusions after all. I can create anything,” Daytis said, using her fan to cover her smile, but her eyes revealed her pride.

Finally able to show off in front of a junior. Those old immortals always put on airs, and she had to mind all sorts of etiquette in front of them. It was really annoying.

Although Daytis acted as lively as a 17-year-old girl, this was only in front of Loranhil, whom she recognized as a peer and companion. In front of others, she would immediately revert to a cold and aloof demeanor.

Regardless, she was a genuine witch who had lived for thousands of years, experiencing the changes of several dynasties and witnessing the vicissitudes of human nature.

Perhaps only in front of her own kind could she relax like this, returning to the lively demeanor of a young girl.