On a continent teeming with magical creatures—werewolves—who roam villages by day and transform into threats to humans by night, Dill, an orphan traded by the harbor for a dozen exotic spices, swiftly arrives at her inaugural village as a fledgling witch-in-training. She vows to locate the werewolves and earn the trust of the human populace.
However, in her first village, a handsome young man who had previously expressed interest during the day, only to be rebuffed, knocks on her door one night. Sporting a cute and mischievous smile, he blinks his golden pupils, canine teeth peering out from beneath his lips, and asks, "Are you still saying no?"
The charming coyote, with his choco-colored fur, is determined to take the young witch on a journey filled with flavored potions! This fantastical tale promises to lead you through a world woven with magic and adventure.
Magic comes from inspiration, and inspiration comes from the blessings of the gods.
Two laurel leaves to purify the eyes, a touch of golden honey to moisturize the lips, and then soak your hands in a silver basin with a small drop of the essence of three days and nights of condensation, flicked and flicked with a layer of clear moonlight.
Finally, with these pure hands lighting seven candles, the small space slowly filled with warm fragrance but also illuminated the noble and luxurious beauty of the goddess statue.
The cat's eye pupils absorbed the candles of the devotees, and Maki watched as her figure was cut into countless pieces, the goddess's gleaming gaze seemingly dissecting her soul.
The young girl subconsciously pressed the palpitations in her chest, and her posture couldn't help but become more humble and reverent.
The goddess half leaned on a laurel-decorated throne, wearing a moon crown made of silver silk and jade, and underneath her seat were carved forest birds and beasts for her to drive.
Seat around the fat candle halo sacred soft light, the goddess's pupils bright, beautiful posture, looks more and more lifelike, condensation of the air is unconsciously holding their breath, for fear of a mistake will tarnish this glorious moment, the flawless face of God.
The holy and flawless divine face also reflects the believer's beautiful and pious face, but listen to the person holding his breath for half a day. An opening is revealed:
"Blessed by the Great God, the believing woman is above; open the egg smoothly; open the cauldron in good luck...
Snap!
A flash of black shadow, a sheep fat was eaten light, the person was startled, did not wait for her to check the situation, but saw the second, third... around like an invisible
Hand, from far to near, one by one twisted off the light of the candle, darkness step by step toward their force.
Maki Luo will be so scared that they cannot care about anything. What the Hallelujah holy light descends, one side of the head to search for the few remaining words, the other side of the search for all the good to throw the weapon.
Just as she touched the heavy "Gift of Praise to the Gods" and turned her head to smash it like a treasure, a pair of clear blue cat eyes blinked and met hers.
"Miss Bobbi." Maki gritted her teeth.
The candle was lit, illuminating another figure leaning against the corner.
At this moment, the woman laid her mouth back, not caring about her thick, beautiful blonde hair on the ground, and stifled a laugh that bent her back. Ms. Bobbi, the big blue-eyed cat easily jumped and landed on the woman's shoulder.
The big turquoise-eyed cat landed on the woman's shoulder with an easy leap, and even though it was a furry face, Dill could still see the contempt in it.
"I see you're too nervous; I want you to relax, and what's that weird thing you're yammering about? Hahahahahaha!"
Maki sometimes really suspected that she was cursed.
Maki's real name wasn't Maki; the woman in front of her, named Amber, had bought her from an oriental merchant ship—a runaway baby waiting to be fed. But even an abandoned baby is a commodity on board, Amber and the shrewd Oriental merchants killed the price to the sky, and finally, two dozen of dill spice deal, lazy to take the name of the woman from now on, will be dill to call
The woman who was too lazy to give her a name called her Dill from then on.
Under Amber's half-fun, half-serious parenting, Dill grew up safely, and her fragmented memories made her more mature than any girl her age, and she began to grope her way through the strange world in a daze. Naturally, Amber had not bought a baby to be a slave, but neither had she treated her as an adopted daughter.
There were countless combinations like them in the village, where older women would go out and adopt bright girls, usually orphaned girls like Maki who had no one to turn to. Amber made Maki call herself ma'am and taught the clueless girl everything about the world.
Back in the present, Amber had laughed enough and finally remembered her duty as a teacher. Just as she snapped her fingers lightly on the board, the air swept through a minuscule wave, and the candles that had fallen to the east and west went
Like obedient soldiers, the candles stood up one by one and returned to the goddess' side.
Even though she'd seen it countless times since she was a child, Maki was still in awe; there were no elaborate rituals or prayers, and magic was as easy as breathing or drinking for a lady like Amber.
They could draw inspiration from the breeze, moonlight, or even a drop of morning dew.
They could draw inspiration from the breeze, moonlight, or even a drop of morning dew.
Putting away her theatrical expression, Amber pulled up the hem of her skirt and shifted her feet as if she were wearing a dressy evening gown instead of crumpled pajamas. The serious woman was a demure, mature blonde.
At that moment, she put down her beloved cat and branched out to the idol, murmuring a confession to it with a gesture of even more exaggerated modesty than dill; like everyone in this world, God was everything and God gave power, though beings like Amber who used divine power at will weren't proper nuns and priests.
Amber's village had been isolated for years, and instead of the supreme one true god of the universal continent, they believed in an ancient moon goddess.
Amber always held her head up and claimed to be a god's favorite, but Maki knew what people on the outside called their female-only pagan group, the Witches.
Dill, a helpless orphan, could say she was lucky to be chosen by Amber. The blonde woman looked lazy, with a big, fat cat in her arms and a patchwork of
pajamas, and a top pocket of indeterminate genus ready to pull out a staggering number of gadgets. But the truth was that Maki was a fish out of water in the Otherworld, thanks to her leverage.
Amber is the main priestess of the Moon Goddess and the most powerful and instrumental witch in this village of witches.
What little memory Maki had left still vaguely remembered that childhood of waiting for a letter from an owl, so after realizing that this place was different, the young girl who had lived again was half-accommodated and dove headfirst into this fantasy world.
However, she soon sensed this foreign world's morose malice towards the traveler.
After making sure she hadn't caused the goddess any displeasure, Amber wandered over slowly, pulling out a small bronze-looking glass with a long handle attached from some ragged pocket; she didn't know which one; the lenses, according to her, were a kind of crystal condensed out of the moonlight, which strengthened the witch's eyesight to see through all the blessings and curses of the Thousand Paths and even the truth of things.
Amber captured the long handle and scrutinized the potion at the bottom of the cauldron with the looking glass before she looked up and flirted with her apprentice.
"Throat, what need is there to open the cauldron and praise it? My disciple has no self-confidence; she's just practicing a catalytic potion," she said.
Maki could not stop her in time. She first subconsciously glanced at the window, and sure enough, there was a cat shadow flickering, and then a girl pointed at the mirror and shouted:
"Maki's practicing magic potions again!!!"
Immediately outside, a messy pots and pans collision, accompanied by chaotic rushes to the footsteps, can be said to be a call.
Consistently heartless Amber will come over; his face cannot help but show a trace of apology. In the look at the little apprentice's buried face, no need to imagine that at this moment the whole village of women is carrying soup bowls towards this raging.
Maki's magical dream did come true, but there was just a small deviation from it.
This deviation is probably like when you think you have chosen the hottest mechanical engineering major, but it is a magical major called Agricultural Mechanical and Biological Engineering.