Who’d Become a Mad Witch Without a Little Madness?!

[Transformation + magic + slow burn + comedy]

To this day, Miss Amixiute Ya. Shengyin. Weila, the greatest witch of this age, still looks back fondly on her childhood at the monastery: the breeze sweeping across the grass, carrying the coolness of the lake and the fresh scent of the mountains and woods.

All that remains of those memories is the warmth of the gentle sunlight and the lazy, lovely voice of her dearest big sis.

Thinking of this, Weila gazes into the distance through the palace, missing the girl who was closer than a sister and warmer than a mother.

“Something terrible has happened, Your Majesty!”

“Lord Asaer has caused trouble again! This time, she reversed the sex of every single person in the imperial capital!!!”

“…”

The founder of the Witch Empire, the champion of reform, and the supreme empress rests her cheek on her hand as she sits on the throne, gazing out at the bustling imperial capital in utter chaos. She lets out a soft sigh.

She really misses the days when her big sis was still the leader of the Demon Lord's army!