【After Adopting the Witch Girl, Your Life Changes Slightly】
【In the past, aside from delving into magic, you were busy with various magical researches. After adopting Krisha, part of your time was spent teaching her.】
【You don’t find this to be a bad thing.】
【Your mastery of magic has already reached an extremely high level, and improving your strength and realm is only a matter of time. Teaching the girl helps you pass the idle hours.】
【The girl’s comprehension is remarkably high, far exceeding your expectations.】
【Although what you’ve taught her are just basic life skills and common knowledge of human society, she grasped them all within a week.】
【Due to her tragic past, she still seems a bit odd, but she can now hold a normal conversation with you.】
【You feel pleased and praise Krisha.】
【However, while feeling pleased, you also worry about the witch girl’s future. During your daily interactions, you’ve noticed that Krisha is missing something crucial.】
It's not just the impurity of her demonic bloodline, the broken horns on her head, or the incomplete scales on her skin.
【What’s more critical is that the girl has lost her emotions.】
【She doesn’t understand joy, doesn’t know sorrow, and can’t feel anger—only fear remains.】
【In her turbulent past, Krisha endured countless insults and beatings. The searing pain and suffocating despair taught her to numb herself and forget unnecessary emotions.】
【She doesn’t smile, doesn’t cry.】
【Only the instinctive fear of being beaten remains, causing her to cower in terror.】
Once, while you and Krisha were in the same room, you reached out to take a cup of tea, but Krisha screamed in fear, thinking you were about to hit her, and curled up in a corner.
【Since then, you’ve consciously made your movements gentler, and gradually, the young witch has grown accustomed to your presence.】
【Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, you’ve adopted Krisha for half a month. Over these fifteen days, through your careful guidance, the girl has become increasingly well-behaved and even helps out with daily tasks.】
【After much thought, you’ve considered many futures for the girl but ultimately decided to let her choose her own path.】
【1. Keep the girl at home to continue living as a maid, taking care of your daily needs.】
【2. Have the girl acknowledge you as her mentor, teach her magic, and let her become a true witch, transforming her life.】
【3. Leave her behind and start a new life, providing her with a generous sum of money.】
【On a chilly autumn afternoon, with the cold wind howling,】
【you called Krisha over and presented her with the three options, letting her decide for herself.】
Allenson City.
The autumn wind was fierce and relentless, easily sweeping up fallen leaves.
In a courtyard slightly closer to the city center, far from the slums, a girl of about eleven or twelve stood with a vacant gaze, like a machine without will.
Before her were three items.
The first was a maid’s uniform.
The second was a magic apprentice’s robe.
The third was a pouch filled with coins.
These three items represented three different paths in life.
Without hesitation, Krisha completely ignored the pouch of coins. Even though the pouch could ensure her a carefree life, she didn’t feel the slightest temptation.
“A maid…”
She murmured softly.
Krisha’s gaze fell on the maid’s uniform.
She had no interest in supernatural powers and never dreamed of becoming strong.
To her, being able to stay by Xu Xi’s side as a maid, as his personal possession, was the happiest outcome she could imagine.
Thinking this, Krisha reached out for the maid’s uniform.
But suddenly, she noticed a faint hint of disappointment in Xu Xi’s eyes.
More than her own desires, the witch girl didn’t want to disappoint Xu Xi. So, she tentatively reached out toward the magic apprentice’s robe instead.
This time, she saw it.
Xu Xi’s eyes showed approval.
Without further hesitation, Krisha grabbed the magic apprentice’s robe.
“Mentor, I’ve made my choice,” Krisha said in a flat, emotionless tone. She donned the black magic apprentice’s robe, which, paired with her silvery-gray hair, gave her an air of mystery.
“Krisha, starting tomorrow, come to the meditation room. I’ll begin teaching you the most basic meditation techniques.”
Xu Xi’s face carried a hint of apology as he gently stroked the girl’s hair, which was beginning to regain its luster.
He could tell.
Krisha didn’t choose magic out of her own desire but because of his expectations.
Xu Xi felt a pang of guilt but also a sense of relief.
In this world of magic, without power, one cannot control their fate.
Compared to humans, demons have long lifespans, being true long-lived species. Even a half-human, half-demon witch could live for hundreds or thousands of years.
Xu Xi didn’t know how long he would live in this simulation, but he knew it likely wouldn’t match Krisha’s lifespan.
To prevent the girl from suffering abuse or even dying at the hands of others after he was gone,
Xu Xi felt it was necessary to teach her the power to protect herself—magic.
“With Krisha’s demonic bloodline, it’s impossible for her to use magic by worshiping the gods. Fortunately, I’m an elemental mage and can teach her to sense the elements.”
Xu Xi thought to himself, looking up at the tree in the courtyard.
The weather had turned cold, and the once-green leaves had all fallen, leaving only bare branches swaying in the wind.
Flowers bloom and wither.
Trees flourish and decay.
If one waits until something happens to regret it, it’s already too late.
“Let’s go inside, Krisha. It’s windy out here, and you might catch a cold.”
“Yes, Mast… Mentor.”
The girl followed closely behind Xu Xi, never straying far.
The next day.
In the deepest part of the courtyard house, in the room Xu Xi used as a meditation chamber, the light was dim, and the candles flickered. Xu Xi and Krisha sat down together.
The meditation room was inscribed with a special magic array.
It enhanced focus and improved one’s ability to sense the elements, making it perfect for a beginner like Krisha.
“Krisha, empty your mind. Don’t think about anything. Just sense the elements in their most natural state.”
In the meditation room,
Xu Xi held a brown wand and gave it a slight wave. The cold, dark air grew warm, carrying a faint burnt smell.
Clear Mind Grass, an herb from the fertile lands outside the city.
It’s said to be one of the miracles bestowed by the Goddess of Harvest.
For novice mages, it has a miraculous effect in awakening their spiritual senses, making it easier to perceive and understand magic.
In Xu Xi’s plan,
after a month of exposure to Clear Mind Grass and the focus-enhancing effects of the magic array, Krisha should be able to become a magic apprentice without worshiping any gods.
“Take it slow. There’s no need to rush,” Xu Xi said calmly, prepared for a long-term effort.
After all, in this world, elemental mages who don’t worship gods are rare.
A demon becoming a mage is unheard of.
In a way, Xu Xi was attempting to create a miracle.
“Mentor, I’m ready.”
“?”

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