I'm really a witch

Circe is a witch.

Her family goes back to very very very old times.

She is a witch of the Krytician order and the last of her family.

Although she is a Clertica who emphasizes nature and all things, Circe likes to study like an Ektik.

Especially the magic of time and space, oh, they are so fascinating.

As mentioned above, she is the last heir of the family, so no one will find it strange even if she shrinks at home for ten days and a half months.

In fact, Circe herself had few friends.

Oh, of course, of course she went to those ordinary people's schools.But those boring knowledge are too boring, not even comparable to a frog, at least the frog still has its value as a material.

The only one in the world who still remembers her not to tell her to starve to death in the laboratory is probably the black cat she raised.Every witch should have a pet, especially a clever and elegant black cat.This is a matter of face, a witch who goes to the Witch Association alone will be laughed at.

Circe called her cat Cassandra—the princess of Troy, who was endowed with the power of prophecy by Apollo, which sounded like their witch's name.

The space-time magic she is currently researching has begun to take shape. Once successful, she can make the soul travel through time and space.As a Kletika witch who is good at soul magic, it is not difficult to extract her own soul.She wouldn't be as stupid as Voldemort in that Harry Potter novel, look at how crudely he cut his soul!

The moon was fine today, and Circe's divination told her it would be a lucky night.This must be an allusion to her lovely space-time magic!So exhilarating!

Feeling the master's excitement, Cassandra stretched slowly, leaned over lightly, and wrapped her tail around the master's ankle.Circe bowed her head and nodded her wet nose, and Katerina raised her head obediently, so that the master could extract her soul.

Circe had been preparing for this moment for too long, the candle flames danced in her pupils, her fingers fluttered and made mysterious and complicated gestures.

In the small basement, the whirlwind gradually took shape, gradually enveloping the whole person.The flames of candles placed around frantically swayed in such a strong wind, but they were never blown out.

Until a certain moment, the whirlwind almost broke through the floor, and the people inside fell to the ground as if they had been evacuated, and the candles were all extinguished at the same time.

The small house that was originally hidden in the forest began to quickly become dilapidated, and the room was covered with cobwebs, as if time had suddenly sped up the gears in this place.

No one knows, here is a witch who disappeared with her cat.

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Traveling through time and space is like throwing a person into a front-loading washing machine, twisting it twice is not enough, and even drying it!

If Circe's attainments in soul magic were not really profound, she and her poor little Cassandra would be thrown to pieces!

At the last moment, Circe felt like she was being spat out, maybe with a soft "pop".She and Cassandra are in the state of soul at this time, and this state is very energy-consuming, so her current priority is to quickly find a place to settle them down.

The place where she is now looks like a backward village.

Correction, it's England, a country from who knows what era.Circe, who stared at the approaching women and tried to distinguish them for a long time, finally only judged that their accents belonged to her own country, only a few hundred years in advance.

Their accents sound a little old, but it's not hard to tell them apart, after all, Circe is a witch who spends her days studying spells.Witch spells are much more complex than these.

Circe, who was eager to find a new body, didn't delay here. She quickly rushed into the village from this secluded country road.

Hey!Look what she found!A full-term pregnant woman about to give birth!An unborn baby!

It couldn't be more fitting.Unborn babies do not yet have souls, and they slowly form a mist-like soul a month after birth.Some people's souls are just a cloud of fog all their lives, either solidified or loose, while others can have vague outlines.

But only witches!Only witches with powerful spells like them, especially the witches of the Kratica faction, can have a clear and powerful soul.So they always live longer too.

Her arrangement has been settled, but Cassandra still needs a body.

But this village, unexpectedly, no!have!cat!

Even an ordinary cat with mixed hair is fine, but the only thing she can see is a dog, a golden retriever.

"Oh, my poor Sandy, I will wrong you to stay in the body of a dog for the time being. When I find an elegant cat, I will immediately replace you with a brand new body." Circe stroked guiltily. The soul of a cat curled up in his arms.

Cassandra followed her master's movements and rubbed her palm affectionately, indicating that she didn't mind.

It just so happened that the pregnant woman's dogs had just had a litter of puppies, and Circe sent Cassandra into one of them, which she compared to the prettiest.

After that, she didn't hesitate anymore, and plunged into the woman's tall belly.

Warm amniotic fluid, steady heartbeat, Circe, who traveled through time and space and was exhausted, slowly fell into a deep sleep.

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"Hard work! Work harder! It will come out soon!"

"A girl!"

The squeeze, the noise, then the sudden brightness, and Circe realized she should have been born, again.

After howling twice in cooperation, she fell into a sweet dream again with peace of mind.How much physical strength can you expect from a little baby?

After Circe stopped needing a lot of sleep like a fragment, she began to get to know the new family gradually.

Her original parents loved nature and went on adventure trips to various pristine places until one day they never came back.Circe didn't know what the two had gone through, and she didn't pay much attention to it herself. The parents were not at home all year round, and she was used to being with Katerina for a long time, so she was very unfamiliar with the concept of parents.

Now she had a chance to dismantle normal notions of parenthood, which, to be honest, was a novelty for her.

Cassandra has adapted well to her new body. She can already suck the milk/juice of the female golden retriever naturally, and she is no longer startled by her brothers and sisters like she was at the beginning.Although the dog always walks like an awkward catwalk, it rarely runs, and its tail is always held high.