A few days later, at the central island of the Sky Archipelago.
In front of the grand hall, Lanafit stood gripping her staff, a bulging travel pack on her shoulder—clearly about to set off on a journey.
She was talking with a few other witches.
“Be careful in the Lower Realm…”
Watching Lanafit brimming with excitement for the trip, Anthera Sael forced a smile.
The concern in her eyes never faded.
“Don’t worry, Miss Anthera. Don’t forget—I’m a witch too. Those folks down there can’t handle me.”
Lanafit patted her nonexistent biceps on her right arm, clearly misunderstanding the deeper meaning behind Anthera’s words.
“Waaaah!! Nooo! I don’t want Lanafit-chan to leave me! Lanafit-chan, how will I fall asleep without you next to me every night?!”
At that moment, Roseithe looked completely heartbroken, sobbing dramatically, her eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance.
The sorrow likely came from losing a member of her future harem.
As for the reluctance…
Lanafit suspected it was probably because Roseithe had failed to successfully sneak into her bed these past few nights.
Lanafit had been dealing with insomnia, and Roseithe had tried sneaking into her house several times late at night, only to be kicked out each time.
“Uh… look, Roseithe, there’s no need to be so dramatic. It’s not like I’m never coming back.”
Though she usually found this pervy witch extremely annoying, now that it was time for a temporary farewell, Lanafit couldn’t bring herself to say anything too cold.
After all, she had received quite a bit of care from her.
Their relationship was genuinely good.
Of course, Lanafit saw Roseithe as a friend and a senior—nothing more.
As for what chaotic and dirty kind of love Roseithe harbored toward her… Lanafit didn’t want to think about it.
“No! I won’t allow it!” Roseithe was visibly agitated, clearly unaffected by Lanafit’s attempts to comfort her.
“A single day without seeing Lanafit-chan is unbearable! Why don’t you take me with you?! Let’s go on the journey together!!”
With that, she lunged toward Lanafit, who quickly backed away a few steps, startled.
Are you kidding?
If she brought Roseithe along, she’d have to stay on guard every single night—how could she live like that?
Roseithe made several attempts to pounce on Lanafit for a hug but failed each time—because someone had a firm grip on her arm.
“Roseithe, don’t cause trouble for Lanafit-chan. Or do you just want new furniture again?”
The sweet, childish voice had an unmistakable tone of warning, though it was undeniably adorable.
The one holding Roseithe back was a blonde twin-tailed loli with her hair tied into two side ponytails.
This seemingly soft and cute little girl now wore a mischievous, roguish expression as she stared at Roseithe—clearly saying, “Try anything and I’ll show you what’s what.”
“Eeeek~! Nooo, Seharei-oneesama, please! I won’t go, I won’t go anymore, okay?!”
Despite looking like a woman in her twenties, Roseithe now showed a face full of fear in front of this petite girl who didn’t even reach her chest.
Yes—this tiny loli, who looked no older than eleven or twelve, was none other than Seharei Bamaelte, the 30th Witch, in charge of War and Peace.
She was the one Anthera had sent to demolish Roseithe’s house.
Honestly, it was unbelievable that such a little thing held a title like that.
When Lanafit first saw her in person, her jaw practically hit the floor.
She never expected that someone who looked so weak and adorable would terrify Roseithe so much.
I mean, even Ander End would often open with a flying uppercut every time she saw Roseithe, sending her straight to Shudell Moximi’s place to “catch up”—and even then, Roseithe didn’t seem this scared.
Hmm?
Wait a minute!
Maybe getting punched was just a free pass to go crash at Shudell’s place and take advantage of her?
So she wasn’t scared?
Lanafit suddenly felt like she had uncovered the truth.
Apparently, shortly after Roseithe became a witch, her pervy nature was exposed thanks to her mentor Golia Syharper’s tearful confessions.
Once exposed, Roseithe stopped pretending and just started shamelessly harassing the other witches.
That sent ripples of fear among everyone.
Sure, their powers were equally matched and they couldn’t really defeat each other, but everyone let their guard down sometimes—and if Roseithe got the jump on you… well, the consequences were clear.
Just look at poor Golia, who had basically become a hermit.
For a time, the witches were constantly on edge.
Some who were on good terms even started living in groups, huddling together for safety.
That period was considered the first—and so far, only—major crisis in the history of the previously peaceful Sky Archipelago.
Even the Demon King’s invasion back in the day hadn’t been this terrifying.
But this time, the witches were genuinely afraid.
After all, they couldn’t treat Roseithe the same way they treated a Demon King.
That would violate the will of the Demon God—witches were forbidden from killing or sealing one another.
But to Roseithe, that rule was the best kind of loophole.
After all, the Demon God never said anything about banning yuri.
Forced yuri wasn’t technically prohibited either.
And in Roseithe’s eyes, “If it’s not banned, it’s allowed.”
So during that time, Roseithe was absolutely running wild.
Even the fairies didn’t dare go outside, afraid of being caught, stripped, and turned into decorative objects.
Then one day—while Roseithe, who had been branded the Archipelago’s No.1 public menace within just six months of taking the title, was out walking and thinking about whose bed she should sneak into that night—she ran into a cute blonde twin-tailed loli.
That loli was Seharei Bamaelte.
Seeing such a rare beauty, Roseithe froze in her tracks.
Most witches had mature womanly figures, and a few were youthful girls—but this was the first time Roseithe had ever encountered a witch with a true loli appearance.
It’s not that Seharei was the only one.
Of the thirty-five generations of witches who had served on the Sky Archipelago, three were known to have childlike forms.
Besides Seharei, the 11th Witch, Arabia Moximi, who governed Spring and Renewal, also had the form of a child.
And the mysterious 3rd Witch, whom Lanafit had never met, was also rumored to have a childlike appearance.
The reason Roseithe hadn’t encountered Seharei or the other loli witches before was because her mentor, Golia, was extremely introverted.
She rarely socialized with the others and hadn’t introduced Roseithe to many fellow witches.
The witches Roseithe had gotten to know back then were either those who had proactively visited Golia’s home or those she had met herself through her astonishingly aggressive social “skills.”
Of course, it was precisely because Golia was so introverted that she became Roseithe’s target for a whole month of harassment.
Even after she moved away, Roseithe still dropped by regularly to “relive old times”—which eventually drove Golia into complete isolation.
She hadn’t stepped outside her house in over a hundred years.
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