The Immortal Witch, Forced to Get a New Job

[Immortal Witch + Directionally Challenged Foodie + Light Mystery]

I am the only immortal witch in the world, and my profession is full-time shut-in.

My greatest hobbies are gardening and daydreaming. My biggest problem is going outside.

It wasn't until a letter asking for help tricked me out of the house that I discovered the outside world had become so chaotic I barely recognized it.

It's not that I wanted to meddle. They made the first move, and went after my snacks, too.

I'm just an ordinary witch who's greedy, socially anxious, and hoping for a peaceful life. Having a little (an extremely tiny bit) of power to protect myself is perfectly normal, right?

But honestly, as a witch, isn't destroying a city with one swing of my staff and solving problems with a wave of my hand just basic stuff?

And as a shut-in, isn't it perfectly normal to stuff my pockets full of flower cakes and munch on candied fruit as I walk along?

"Little one, I'm your teacher's closest friend. What's with that look, like you think I'm crazy?"

"Wait, something's not right about you!"

(One female lead)