I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"You're really good at practicing on other people's tombstones." April was speechless.

"What does it matter? Anyway, we don't even know how many centuries old it is! This is called recycling!"

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the entire tomb was instantly destroyed by the huge impact force of the fireball, and fragments flew everywhere.

The flames spread outward, scorching the surrounding vegetation. The air was filled with smoke and dust, as if it had experienced a small explosion.

Wow——

It has the power of a missile!

Claire looked at the ruins in the distance excitedly. The flames were still burning in the ruins, making crackling sounds.

Then he ran over with his head poking his head out, as if looking for something.

"Oh, I'm disappointed. I didn't expect you to be so poor."

Only then did April realize that this guy actually wanted to find gold, silver and treasures in the cemetery!

"you......"

April said she had never seen such a young girl before.

"Are you the old man's reincarnation?"

In a sense, the witch teacher guessed part of the truth.

Claire had coveted this cemetery for a long time, because she heard from the elders that a great figure was buried in the cemetery near the village hundreds of years ago.

There must be treasure buried underground.

It’s not that the villagers didn’t think of it, but the protective measures below were too strong. The whole village went out and dug for a long time with shovels, but they couldn’t shake the soil.

Of course, this kind of thing must be done secretly. The barons in the city are not easy to deal with.

April scratched Claire's golden hair and said unhappily,

"Don't do this kind of thing in the future. What if their descendants come looking for you? What? You're not afraid? Learning magic doesn't mean you can become a gangster and fight."

"No, it's about killing people and stealing treasures!" Claire corrected the witch.

"Isn't that more serious?"

"It's an adventure. Adventure and fighting are necessary. This is the main purpose of training! Only by becoming strong and powerful, and then building a large harem, preferably all girls!"

The witch teacher has no idea about the value of killing people and stealing treasures!

When the topic was brought up, the "older" middle school student Claire's red eyes almost lit up as she excitedly asked, "Teacher, you've lived for so long, haven't you had any interesting adventures?"

"What, you little brat! I'm a 17-year-old girl!"

The witch's fist smashed hard on Claire's head. Seeing Claire clutching her head, she said unhappily, "Let me make it clear in advance that I didn't accept you as my student just to have you fight to the death with others. We witches just need to run away..."

"...Don't try to fight them. Don't try to win anything."

April's voice deepened. "You'll find out sooner or later. Avoiding pointless battles will help you live longer."

Of course Claire knew what the teacher meant.

Everyone knows that life is not easy, but survival is simple.

......

"Claire, why are you so mysterious lately?"

A year has passed since I started practicing magic.

Claire has officially entered the stage of soul-inducing practice.

As she took a deep breath, the air around her seemed to be filled with a mysterious power. It was the energy from the outside world, which slowly flowed into Claire's body like a trickle of water.

This force was so powerful that Claire could feel her body gradually strengthening, her muscles becoming tighter and her bones becoming harder.

It seemed to be filled with endless power, and could break a thick tree with one punch.

Claire raised her hand, feeling the power contained in her fist.

Every gesture is powerful.

"Ms. Arya, Ms. Claire has already devoted her time to endless training!"

Her name is Arya, and she is Claire's neighbor. When she was young, Claire often instilled some knowledge about "girlish love" into Arya, such as yuri, yuri, etc.

"Huh? What kind of training? I never see you in the afternoons. You don't go to the blacksmith shop very often, do you?"

Alya said angrily, then pulled Claire's face, "Did you go to the city and have other...other friends?"

The girl with long black hair stammered out these words, her face turning red.

Not just a friend, but also a girlfriend, and a queen-like female teacher, Claire thought to herself.

"Come to think of it, Arya is almost twelve, right? I remember she's a year older than me... Um, puberty? No, women in the Middle Ages matured earlier..."

Claire was thinking about some inappropriate things. Looking at the girl with a face full of shame and anger, she sighed, then grabbed Arya's hand, and looked directly into the girl's black pupils with her wine-red eyes.

"What?"

"Ah, is this how my beautiful Miss Arya sees me? Am I, Claire, a playboy?"

Isn't that right? Who is the one who always talks about having a harem?

Although she knew Claire was joking, Miss Arya finally gave in and evasively asked, "Is... isn't it?"

Claire said with deep affection, "Having a harem is of course my long-cherished wish. But Miss Arya will always be number one in my heart."

"You still said that!"

Claire dodged Arya's hand with a giggle, then pushed Arya away with a look of shame and anger.

Uncle Lin En adjusted the collar of his shirt. The tasteless little hammer-shaped pendant remained on his chest. He looked at the two girls playing around and sighed, "It's great to be young."

"Uncle Lin, you are dressed so formally, what are you going to do?"

"Alas, my daughter doesn't even pay attention to my whereabouts anymore... Recently, the city patrol discovered some deserters from the border."

"This has frightened the people of Forsyth City. Now they need weapons, and the Knights of Carthus are calling on blacksmiths from all over the region to help maintain order."

Lin En scratched his messy hair. No matter how he styled it, the wooly curls looked so unspirited. Combined with his dead fish eyes, he looked like an anime character. Of course, his hair was not silver, but gold.

Thanks to Thorinn's inheritance, she found that her hair had become a little curly recently.

Will I lose my hair in the future?

"Let me be frank, my lovely Claire. If we receive recognition from the church during this exchange among blacksmiths in the Forsyth area, our business will no longer be a problem."

"This is a big deal." Claire agreed with her father's decision, and suddenly thought of something else.

"Uncle Lin, you won't be using the tools at home these days, right?"

"Let me borrow it. I want to build something fun."

......

What Claire wanted to make was a weapon for self-defense.