The Frostless Immortal Witch Miss Floria had two great regrets in this life.
The first was that when she escaped death beside the previous Destined Heroine, she accidentally hurt her own waist so badly that she had been confined to a wheelchair for the past two years.
The second was that before her Little Apprentice excitedly entered the city last night, she hadn’t reminded her to save some dinner.
“What the hell… leaving your so-called ‘most beloved’ teacher all alone at home while you run off to participate in some Church Selection…”
Miss Witch propped herself up in her wheelchair, her delicate and elegant face filled with indignation as she muttered nonstop while personally making her way to the kitchen.
“This kind of disrespect to one’s master is really too much… seriously… who did you learn this from…”
Looking around, everywhere she could see, except for the empty large pot in the center, there were only some scattered vegetables and a big basket of mushrooms.
“So hungry, so hungry… ugh… I can’t think anymore…”
Facing the basket filled with fresh, juicy, and colorful large mushrooms, Floria’s lips involuntarily leaked an unknown liquid.
She always felt that ever since she transmigrated into a witch, her resistance to mushrooms had plummeted—
Back in the day, with modern common sense, she would never have dared to touch such gaudy-colored mushrooms.
A distant memory flashed through her mind—back then, Floria was just an ordinary young woman struggling to survive in modern society.
Orphaned, single since birth, a lone model of the contemporary couch potato.
Who would have thought that ten years ago she was a strong, upright man, and ten years later she had become a witch in a skirt confined to a wheelchair?
It all began because she was too busy looking at her phone while crossing the street, accidentally getting involved in a major accident, and then was sent to another world, transforming into the silver-haired, red-eyed .
Her smooth silver-white hair tied into a single ponytail, falling to her full chest; flawless skin, bright eyes, perfect teeth, stunning beauty, eternally youthful—
The existence called Witch was almost one of the most perfect beings in this other world.
But the mysterious System that granted her this second life was not doing charity for free.
As the price for trading her life, Floria was forcibly bound to the System’s Task Template, playing different roles to take on the villainous duties that inspired the growth of the Destined Heroines.
Though that was all a long time ago.
Now she had officially retired, blissfully enjoying her perfect retirement life.
“Gurgle gurgle gurgle”
Her stomach gave a serious protest.
Looks like… this retirement life wasn’t quite perfect after all.
Floria lowered her head, staring thoughtfully at her smooth, tender, fair thighs beneath her skirt for two seconds.
After retirement, to avoid attention, she had to hide in a remote little village on the border, to prevent any of the Destined Heroines she had “tormented” from finding her.
After all, an immortal witch with exquisite features, icy skin, and a seductive figure like hers was an eye-catching presence wherever she went; one wrong move could expose her identity.
Fortunately, following the System’s advice, she had veiled her face and fled all the way from the Kingdom’s Capital to the most remote, inconspicuous border village at the edge of the country.
Having run so far, she shouldn’t be found now, right?
Comforting herself with this thought, Floria wheeled herself to a secret compartment in the corner cabinet and pulled out a half-broken Knight Holy Sword.
The silver blade gleamed brightly, shining brilliantly, and a ring around the hilt radiated a holy aura.
Perfect for chopping vegetables.
Sigh, if this were “her previous life,” when she played the Villainous Female Knight Commander in the Church, how could she have stooped to personally cooking mushrooms…
Recalling her past experiences bullying the Destined Heroines, Floria’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a faint nostalgic smile.
Back when she was the Holy Knight Commander of the Church, she was always accompanied by crowds, receiving parades wherever she went.
As the supreme leader of the Holy Knight Order, she not only lived a life of luxury and privilege, but also used her authoritative identity to indulge in some mischievous whims.
After all, the System had forcibly bound her to the Villainous Female Knight Commander Task Template, requiring her to commit evil deeds to fulfill her goals.
Though the ultimate purpose was to promote the growth of the Destined Heroines, the process required her to play the villain.
Though Floria felt that she was kind-hearted and incapable of truly atrocious evil, she still had to reluctantly do some minor bad things to the heroines to fulfill her mission.
Specifically, she used her dignity and beauty to coerce and seduce many Destined Heroines into willingly submitting to her, becoming her playthings, and she enjoyed it.
For example, making a cute younger sister who had longed to join the Holy Knight Order since childhood strip down and kneel, providing her a soft human flesh chair.
Or, during the new Saintess’s sermon on the Holy Doctrine, standing secretly in the audience and remotely controlling her toy to tease her, claiming it was to ‘train her willpower.’
Also, by holding leverage, ordering a runaway Foreign Princess to serve as a maid in her household, making her call “Master” every day, attend closely to her daily needs, and even provide full-body massages after baths.
All these evil deeds hidden beneath her polished appearance were but the tip of the iceberg born from the Villainous Female Knight Commander System.
After all, her task was to act as the villain and torment the Destined Heroines, igniting their strong desire to become stronger. So Floria bore no psychological burden in committing these evils.
Once they had grown enough and prepared to retaliate, she would find an excuse like fighting monsters to fake her death and escape.
This way she could legitimately end her tasks and sever their grudges.
Though there had been a few close calls, she had always managed to escape safely.
Thinking about it, she really was a clever and excellent witch~
Floria chuckled proudly.
Ahem, but at this point, all that was in the past.
After completing all the tasks, the humanized System that actively issued missions and gave advice disappeared perfectly, leaving her only with some basic Exchange Shop access and Magic Point Addition abilities.
The System’s final reward was these permanent basic exchange panels and a strange , then it vanished without a trace, leaving her to fend for herself.
Now she could only hide in this remote little village to slowly heal, unable even to eat properly.
Sighing wistfully, Floria chopped the mushrooms into pieces, placed them in the big pot, used magic to light dry twigs, added water, and rubbed her hands together quietly in anticipation.
***
“Little Teacher Fu, I’m home—”
A petite girl wearing an Apprentice Robe knocked lightly on the Witch’s door in the courtyard.
“Little Teacher Fu…?”
After knocking repeatedly and waiting for a while with no response, the girl frowned slightly, as if she suddenly remembered something, her expression turning grave.
“Oh no!”
With a clean and decisive elbow strike, she skillfully broke the door lock and burst into the living room—it seemed she had done this more than once.
There sat Floria at the dining table, her forehead darkened, eyes vacant, frothing at the mouth, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing a small tongue stained green.
In front of her on the table was a bowl of something that was probably “mushroom soup,” a dark, ominous presence exuding a terrifying aura like the nine hells.
Miss Witch’s usually elegant and delicate face now looked utterly destroyed, her slender body limp and slumped against the back of her wheelchair, unconscious.
“Little Teacher Fu! Why did you secretly cook again by yourself!”
The girl panicked, rushing over to shake Floria’s shoulders vigorously while casting a low-level spell.
“Guh… uh— i-it’s Sylvie… you… you came back from the city…”
Floria’s ruby-like, exquisite dazed eyes slowly regained clarity.
She focused on the girl before her, a trace of delight flashing across her brow.
“My dear Little Apprentice… you finally came back. Did you bring me something to eat? I was about to starve…”
“Of course! I brought your favorite cream bread and fresh milk—”
Sylvie hurriedly pulled food and a bottle of milk from her satchel and proudly placed them on the table in front of Miss Witch.
“Wonderful, as expected of my good apprentice!”
Floria instantly revived from her near-death state.
Sylvie sat opposite her, watching her wolf down the cream bread with no lady-like manners, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief.
She had been living with Floria for over two years now.
Sylvie had no memories from before, no other relatives or friends—since the moment she gained consciousness, in front of her was only a wheelchair and this clumsy yet beautiful older sister.
Whenever she asked Floria about her origins, Floria would always put on a serious face and say:
“You are my little girl hatched from an Egg~”
But given how unreliable Floria was usually, Sylvie never took this seriously.
And as she grew older, Sylvie noticed some subtle resemblance in their facial features.
This unexpected discovery often made her imagine strange things, though she never dared to speak them aloud.
“By the way, Sylvie, how did the test you took in the city go?”
Floria asked with concern as she chewed on the cream bread.
“Mm… thanks to you, teacher, everything went smoothly.”
Sylvie smiled faintly in gratitude.
“If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll officially receive my Apprentice Knight certification at next Monday’s Holy Baptism ceremony.”
“Oh, that’s impressive. As expected from my trained apprentice~ Looks like your dream of joining the Holy Knight Order will soon come true—”
Floria gave a thumbs-up and praised sincerely.
“Yeah, but…”
Sylvie hesitated for a moment.
“But what?”
“Just… when I came back, an older sister privately pulled me aside and said that new Apprentice Knights must undergo a Background Investigation of their family before being formally awarded.”
“Hm?”
Floria frowned delicately.
Background Investigation?
She had never heard of such a thing back when she was Holy Knight Commander…
“Are you sure it’s not a scam? When did the Church implement such a rule?”
“Probably not. That sister didn’t look like a bad person… and she said I had great potential and was very promising…”
Sylvie awkwardly scratched the back of her head, then got a light “bonk” from Floria’s hand striking the air near her head.
“Idiot! Bad people don’t write ‘bad person’ on their faces—
“First lesson for today: when you’re out, never trust strangers, especially those who start by praising you they’re ninety-nine percent bad guys! Got it?”
“Got, got it, teacher…”
“What happened to that person afterward? You didn’t tell her anything about your family, right?”
“No…”
Sylvie answered meekly.
“That’s good.”
Floria sighed in relief, then raised the bottle of milk.
“…Actually, teacher… she followed me all the way to my doorstep and is still waiting outside…”
“Pft—cough cough cough…”
Floria suddenly choked on the milk.
“…Little Teacher Fu?”
“She actually followed you home…”
Sylvie’s eyes widened as Floria’s expression turned serious.
Because she could imagine that with Sylvie’s beauty and youthful face, it was inevitable to attract some ill-intentioned people in the city.
But she never expected some bold female thug to follow her all the way home.
“…You stay here. I’ll go deal with her.”
“Teacher… should I push your wheelchair—”
“No need.”
Floria moved her wheelchair and sneered as she approached the door.
Hmph, a female thug, huh? Today you’ll get a taste of what a former Holy Knight Commander is capable of!
“Click“
“Yo, you’re the one who… hiss!”
The moment her eyes caught the face of the unexpected visitor outside, Floria’s heart skipped a beat, her pupils sharply contracting, and her heartbeat accelerating twice as fast.
Before the person outside could react, she slammed the door shut with a bang, cutting off her own words.
Rubbing her full chest and taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Floria fell into a state of stunned contemplation.
What’s going on… that person outside… could it be a hallucination from eating mushrooms?
N-no, impossible… in such a remote place… it should have been a sleazy female stalker
But why did that person outside look more and more like… the junior little sister she had personally “trained” in the Knight Order back then?