A Witch's Handbook for Another World

One day, I transmigrated.

My dad was a great demon king who created the world, but he was dead.

My mom was a supreme immortal cultivator, but she was sealed away.

Fine. I couldn't count on either of my parents. At least I was a princess of a different race. Surely cultivating demonic arts and fighting monsters would be a piece of cake!

What? I don't even have a spirit soul inside me, and I'm also tasked with restoring my race?

I point at the sky: Old Heaven, this is no way to treat a person! Where's my protagonist's halo?

A thunderbolt crashes down.

I glance at the Bloodsworn Warrior standing in front of me.

Uh, fine. No matter how difficult the road ahead, at least I've got a loyal dog.

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