All the Witches I Raise Are Insane, Good Thing I Am Too

It all started when the will of the world found me and asked me to raise seven witches into saviors. I thought the task would be easy. How was I supposed to know that every witch I adopted would be a total weirdo? The Gluttony Witch, always going on about how delicious everything tastes. The Wrath Witch, who makes people fly at the drop of a hat and has a terrible temper. The Greed Witch, whose desire has been repressed to the extreme. The Sloth Witch, one pair of cat ears away from being Niko Meow. The Avarice Witch, who loves going all-in on new ventures. The Envy Witch, with pointy ears and a brain at war with itself. Fortunately, the Pride Witch, the first one I adopted, seemed fairly normal. But ever since I adopted the other witches, she’s started muttering things every day. “First to return, thirty years, centaurs, a gold ring…” So that’s why you call a witch Mom? Miss Paladin, let me explain! No need to explain. Just zap him! I won’t say a word! Aaaaah…