What? You say only women in this world can practice magic?
Then how did I cast this chantless forbidden spell?
What? You ask why I'm wearing men's clothes when I'm obviously a woman?
Just kidding. I can only use transformation magic.
Jiang Nanchun transmigrated to a matriarchal magical world and got one piece of bad news and one piece of good news.
The bad news: as a man, Jiang Nanchun could only learn one kind of magic.
The good news: the only magic Jiang Nanchun learned was how to turn into a girl.
And after turning into a girl, Jiang Nanchun got even more good news.
In her girl form, Jiang Nanchun had the talent to master every school of magic, along with astonishing aptitude for potion-making and the occult.
With two different identities, Jiang Nanchun became a schemer who played sweet and innocent.
On the surface, he was a harmless, weak, adorable boy, so soft and helpless that anyone could push him over.
The kind-hearted women on Jiang Nanchun's list of devoted admirers included the nun at the monastery, the wise magical girl in the library, the bold and fearless dark-skinned beauty from the demon-hunting mercenary group, and the devout little saint in the holy temple, among others.
Behind the scenes, rumors spread about the mysterious great witch of the age, Jiang Nanchun: in the underground mage arena, on the front lines outside the main city where people fought monsters, at the high-end potion shop that only took orders by appointment, and at the fortune-telling shop with a line stretching into next year.
Jiang Nanchun had only one thing to say about all this:
Come on, if you're going to give me a title, at least make it a good one.
Why does everyone call me the Tea Witch or the Tea Boy?
