I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"Claire! What are we having for dinner today?"

April's voice drifted from afar. The lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and the witch's figure. It felt as if even time had slowed down in this tranquility.

The witch was wearing a light blue skirt, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a blooming cornflower, fresh and unworldly.

Claire diligently studied potions, absorbing knowledge rapidly. "A root of Granlan grass, dried in the forest and sliced, two standard amounts of plastic slime, and the dandruff on the target's face..."

However, this beautiful witch was lying on the recliner without any image at the moment, with her legs slightly raised, pointing fingers at Claire.

Claire was buried in her book. Hearing her teacher's expectation, she shook her head helplessly: "Oh, my dear teacher. I'm not your babysitter."

The sun was shining brightly outside the window. The leaves were swaying slightly in the breeze, birds were singing on the branches, and from time to time some small insects would fly past Claire's sight.

April blinked when she heard that, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Then what are you?" she asked back.

Claire stopped what she was doing, turned around, looked at April, and said seriously, "I am your student."

April smiled even brighter after hearing this. "Haha, my dear student. I'm a gourmet who has traveled all over the world and tasted all the delicacies in the world! As my student, shouldn't you offer me the most delicious food?"

Claire casually tossed a piece of dough to April. "My family is poor, so we only eat this. If you can't, go to Forsyth City and buy some yourself. Of course, it would be better if you buy some for me."

The witch shrugged and took a bite of the dough. "Hmm~ It's made of wheat flour. The texture is unusual. Could it be a specialty of the Imer Plains?"

"You boast about having traveled a lot."

"There's no way the produce of the Imael Plains is going to end up in a place like Forsyth. I grow it myself."

The Forsyth region is located on the edge of the Kingdom of Carlisle. It is a relatively remote and poor area. Even if there are caravans passing by, they are from neighboring countries. There are quite a lot of foreign specialties here.

"Oh, I'm so ignorant. I didn't expect the noodles here have such a unique flavor."

This wheat grows in fertile soil and, through the hard work and careful care of farmers, is eventually ground into fine wheat flour. Although it is nothing special, its taste is closely related to cooking skills.

"Speaking of wheat fields..." Miss Witch seemed to have thought of something.

He looked like he was reminiscing about the past. "When I was a child, I lived in the North. Oh, the northern country of Lagnia. It was a very traditional place. But no one cared about magicians. Maybe it's because the place is so vast and sparsely populated."

"My teacher planted a wheat field. There was often a group of children playing in the field nearby, except for me. What I had to do was to keep an eye on these guys and prevent them from destroying the teacher's winter food."

Is that the witch April's past? Claire asked with interest, "And then?"

The witch smiled bitterly and said, "I can't fit in with those children. Although they don't know I'm a witch, they know I'm a magician."

"It's strange. They were very kind to my teacher, probably because he was an old man. But they weren't very friendly to me."

"Maybe those little brats are jealous of you." Claire said.

"Maybe. When I realized I was a witch, I couldn't help but identify with that identity, and the sense of alienation that subconsciously manifested itself was probably why they didn't dare approach me."

"So at that time, I had only one thought, which was to find my kind, and together..."

Claire put down the magic book in her hand and listened quietly to the witch's story about her childhood. Suddenly, she realized that she was the same as her.

An alien who is incompatible with this world, a time traveler, this is a kind of loneliness that even parents cannot understand.

This is also why she often teases her friend Arya and instills some weird ideas in her since she was a child.

The witch continued to chatter,

"Oh, there's one more thing. It happened when I grew up. My teacher had just passed away at that time, and his mage tower ended up being mine. Unfortunately, those little ghosts stopped associating with me after they grew up. Actually, this is what I wanted too. Interpersonal communication is too troublesome."

"One day, a poor young man fell unconscious beside the path where I was collecting herbs. He happened to be pressing down on something I needed, so I had to use magic to move him aside."

"This poor guy suddenly woke up and saw my magic. He suddenly said he wanted to become my disciple, which scared me."

"I ran away without even looking up. My only thought at the time was how much I felt bad for my precious herbs... I didn't even have time to pick them up, and I hurried back home."

An avoidant personality? Claire judged.

"Actually, I regret it now. I shouldn't have rejected him. Even though it was just a glimpse, that boy is quite talented. He might just be the one to inherit my legacy."

Claire asked, "Why did you run away then?"

Miss Witch was tangled and tangled, "Maybe, I am always worried that my secret will be exposed. What if he finds out? What should I do in the future?"

The time traveler sitting beside her, her cheek tilted to her side, felt a little sorry for the 19-year-old girl. In a sense, she was older than the teacher.

Well, that's assuming Miss Witch didn't lie about her age.

Claire blinked and said teasingly with a mischievous smile, "It's a good thing you didn't accept that boy as your disciple. Otherwise, what would happen if he grew up and challenged me? I wouldn't be able to help him then."

There was a hint of joking in her words, but also a subtle seriousness.

Even as a teacher, I can do it.

Upon hearing this, the witch was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened and she looked at Claire dumbfoundedly: "You...what do you mean by that? Are you from over there?"

Claire said meaningfully, "Guess."

The witch pondered for a moment, as if recalling Claire's words and actions, trying to find clues from them.

She shook her head slightly and laughed at herself, "You are really hard to understand, girl. But I am too lazy to guess."

"Although we haven't been together for a long time, I think you and I get along very well."

Miss Witch stretched her body, feeling somewhat relaxed, and her sadness dissipated a lot.

"You're quite good, you know. I've never found anyone as talented as you."