I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The sound rang out from beside her ears, and it seemed as sweet as honey picked in summer. It almost fell on Claire's ears, and she couldn't tell where it came from.

"It's you?"

Claire had heard this voice before.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and the light blue skirt fluttered gently in the breeze, like a flower blooming in summer, elegant and noble.

The purple hair looked mysterious in the forest, but the woman's sly smile calmed Claire down.

"Witch? So, I just used the power of a witch?"

"Ah, what a clever child. And... he seems to be very strong too."

April looked at the deserter's body, which had almost evaporated, again and again, as if she had seen a rare treasure.

"Your strength just now was amazing. You were like a human turret."

April kicked the thigh of the unfortunate person scattered on the ground, making a "wow" sound. She commented, "It was very hot, melting the body in an instant. Is she a fire witch? Or something else?"

"..."

Claire didn't know what to say. Should she question who she was, or why she knew all this? But her pride as a time traveler helped her calm down a bit, and she puffed out her small chest slightly.

"Who are you, then?"

"Guess?" Her voice was low and magnetic, as if it could penetrate people's hearts, but it also seemed to carry a hint of melancholy.

What kind of person is she? Claire suppressed her curiosity and said nothing.

Seeing Claire remained silent, the woman smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not your enemy. My name is April, and I'm also a witch."

"Witch?" Claire asked tentatively, "Is that any different from a magician?"

April smiled a lovely smile, a hint of mischief and mystery. She blinked.

"Magicians master the power of magic through learning and practice. Although they are powerful, their power is limited and restricted by their own knowledge and talents."

"Witches are different. We are born with special abilities. Our power comes from our blood and souls and cannot be learned or imitated."

Claire listened attentively. So that's how it was.

It seems the golden finger might be late, but it's always there. Aside from that inexplicably useless cyan seed, she also gained a powerful talent.

"So~" the witch stretched out her voice.

"Would you like to be my student?" She leaned against the tree trunk, her purple robe fluttering gently in the breeze, as if blending into the surrounding forest.

"This world isn't very friendly to witches. We're all witches, so we should help and support each other. I'll teach you how to use your power. I even know magic~"

Claire felt an inexplicable excitement surge in her heart after hearing April's words, but she managed to calm down.

Could it be that such a good thing will happen to me?

What if she is the one who catches the "witch"?

But no matter what, I don't have the power to resist her...so let's take a gamble. Besides, if what she said is true, then it would be a great opportunity.

As the saying goes, when you go out, you can rely on your friends. You don’t have to worry about helping others when you encounter problems, and the same circle is especially important.

Since they are all "witches", it is natural that they want to build relationships with each other.

Thinking of the unreasonable deserter who attacked people without saying a word, if it weren't for his good luck, poor Miss Claire would have been left dead in the wilderness.

Now that you have made up your mind, you should not hesitate any longer.

Then, Claire bent down solemnly and bowed deeply to April.

"I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a famous teacher. If you don't mind, I would like to be your disciple!"

April was stunned by Claire's serious expression. She blinked and looked at Claire carefully, muttering to herself:

"Uh, why does it feel weird? Are you really a little girl?"

......

The village is nestled in the midst of lush green fields, surrounded by dense forests and winding streams.

Back in the village, the villagers didn't pay any attention to the dirty Claire. They had long been immune to Claire's elusiveness.

My good friend Arya sat next to the stone statue in the middle of the village. The statue was a statue of an ancient hero. Legend has it that it was carved by the ancestors of the village to commemorate the unknown hero who once defended the world and was praised by the world.

She saw Claire walking towards them and greeted her from a distance.

Arya is a good friend she has known since childhood. She has rare black hair and looks weak, but her face always has a kind and healing smile like that of a girl next door.

She sat in the shadow of the stone statue, her black hair fluttering gently in the breeze, and her face had that unique, friendly smile like that of a girl next door.

"Claire, I heard from Aunt Nali in the village today that you went to Forsyth City again."

"Eh? Why are you so dirty? Did you fall?"

It wasn't until Claire came closer that Alya saw her appearance: her golden hair was covered in branches and dead leaves, and her white skirt was covered in traces of mud.

Claire pretended to be pitiful, hugged Alya, and wiped away the non-existent tears, "Wow, my dear Miss Alya. Claire is very unlucky today."

"Eh~? What happened?" Arya asked worriedly.

Of course, it was impossible to tell her the truth. Should she tell them that she had awakened a strange power and then dismembered several deserters with a "destruction laser" or "destruction ray"?

Claire only told her that she saw an old man in the city who was disrespectful and raping women while selling goods, and was then stopped by the righteous Miss Claire.

He also gave Lao Deng a left straight kick, a right leg kick, and five consecutive whips.

Unfortunately, Lao Deng had no moral principles and summoned six other Lao Dengs to form the Lao Deng Seven Colors Team, chasing and beating Claire. That's how things turned out.

"Really, Claire, what the hell are you talking about?"

The lovely Miss Arya couldn't help laughing out loud, and her eyes, as quiet as water, sparkled with laughter, as if they were about to overflow with tears.

She covered her mouth with her hands, trying her best to suppress her laughter, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing a charming smile.

Claire looked at Miss Arya's reaction, shrugged, and said lightly:

"Well, it's all right anyway. And in a sense, it was a blessing in disguise. So, today I can confidently make a solemn promise to Miss Arya."

"Oh? What promise?" Miss Arya's curiosity was piqued. She blinked her starry eyes and looked at Claire expectantly.

Claire's wolf-like eyes fiercely swept over Arya's petite and cute body, and she waved her hand:

"Of course, I want to become strong and powerful, finally break through the shackles of the world, bring Miss Arya into my crystal palace, and make you an indispensable part of my life."

Miss Arya blushed when she heard this. She lowered her head shyly and covered her cheeks with her hands, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

After a long while, she raised her head and gently hit Claire's shoulder with her pink fist. She said coquettishly, "Really? You're kidding me again! The Crystal Palace or something? It sounds like a place from a fairy tale."

The clear lake surface reflected the shadow of the sky, the breeze blew the girls' skirts and hair, and the Lianying flowers by the lake swayed.

Claire's golden hair fell on her shoulders, and Arya gently combed it clean. She always felt that Claire was very boyish and more mature than the boys in the village.

Although he often says some strange things.

Alia was lost in thought as she stared at Claire's delicate face. She envied Claire a little, always feeling that Claire had something that she didn't have.

"I always feel that one day you will go very far." The girl thought to herself.