Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1: The unusual daily life of a witch

Translator: prince.pudding

First Published on Ainus.h.i.+.

She's a witch.

The impression you might have is, you know, that kind of person who wears a black gown as black as magpies, ragged old broom in her hands, with a curved crooked nose that reaches her chin. She's a nasty evil woman who'll wickedly curse other people's babies and feed people poisoned apples.

The witch had no objections towards this, as this was precisely the specs this setting had granted her.

Thinking of this inevitably made her feel a little dejected.

Actually, when the witch first transmigrated to this world, she was just as surprised to discover she could use magic. Somehow she could mysteriously control trees and vegetation, the broom in the house wouldn't stop running around everywhere, and the furniture kept talking nonstop.

And then she discovered she had the ability to do countless kinds of violent [#@%?&$!], and her head was constantly flooded with voices of how to s.a.d.i.s.tically curse people with evil magic.

”Who am I?”

”You're a witch, the particularly evil and ruthless sorceress of the rumors.” The furniture all told her in a disorganized clatter.

The chair said: ”You know the most evil magic spells.”

The magic wand said: ”You can make me spit the hottest fireb.a.l.l.s without uttering a word.”

The cauldron said: ”You can use me to make extremely toxic items.”

The bed said: ”You don't like to sleep at night, and you'd rather ride your broom out to play.”

The broom said: ”Witch, Witch, are you going to take me to dangerous caves to hunt for treasure tonight too?”

Mhm, she's certainly a witch.

Wait a minute, that's not the important thing.

Holy c.r.a.p! The furniture can talk!

Well okay, perhaps it wasn't that big of a deal. After all, the furniture told her that they had been enchanted with anthropomorphization magic, so everything in her house could speak.

Still, the witch couldn't accept this cruel reality. All she was doing was harmlessly taking a nap in the middle of cla.s.s, yet somehow she had still managed to transmigrate into this strange world?

Above all, the thing she couldn't stand the most was probably…

Every time she went outside, an annoying voice would rattle on and on inside her head tormenting her.

Hurry up and curse someone.

Hurry up and poison someone.

Hurry up and abduct a baby.

Enough already! Such hogwas.h.!.+ Who the heck is messed up enough to crave doing bad things when they're bored?!

The witch was very dismayed. Could it be that she looked like antisocial sociopathic loner, and that's why she got stuck in this G.o.d awful setting?

Contrary to what it might seem, the witch wasn't one of those ugly old hags with a face full of wrinkles at all. Rather, she was a young, fair-skinned, and cute girl.

It was an unforgivable sin that such a cute girl could be a witch in this setting.

But complaining was useless, as she was already a witch now.

The witch's neighbor was a useless evil dragon, and every time she took the wine she brewed to trade for living essentials and foodstuffs, the good-for-nothing evil dragon would leisurely lounge on the strange rock in front of his nest with his front legs crossed, picking his teeth with the bones of an animal, as he teased her.

”Witch, Witch, aren't you supposed to be an evil and malicious woman? Why are you dealing with those kinds of people? Shouldn't you be doing some bad things already?”

”None of your G.o.dd.a.m.n business.”

That's right, this was her daily response.

Embracing the philosophy, ”Since I can't go home for now, I might as well get used to it,” she went on to live her life quietly. When she felt lonely, she could chat with the furniture and talk about her feelings, so it wasn't a bad way of happily living one's life (…probably).

She could basically ignore that evil dragon that lived next door. Even though that guy had a bit of a potty mouth and liked mischief, he was actually rather docile.

Even though the witch mostly felt like this, there were inevitably days when completely unpredictable things happened.

Like today, for example.

It was a cloudless and sunny day, perfect weather for going out.

As such the witch filled her wine bottles at the brink of dawn with fruit wine that she brewed herself, and rushed before noon to a small village not far away to exchange for some money.