Prologue – The Witch’s Beginning

The Witch Kingdom.
A land filled with sorcery, where witches rode on flying brooms as casually as humans walked the streets. They chatted at roadside stalls, laughed in their homes, and filled restaurants with noisy warmth. To an outsider, it looked like a perfectly peaceful world.

But for Claire Laradam, peace was nowhere to be found.

Her crimson eyes burned with frustration as she stared at her report card. Once again, her name rested on the second line, while her sister Clara’s name shone at the very top.

“Why? Why is it always like this?!” Claire’s voice echoed through the academy halls, sharp enough to make the other students turn.

Some whispered, some chuckled. Then, a noble boy with neatly combed hair swaggered toward her, trying to play the hero.

“Lady Claire, allow me to help you. If you accept my love, I promise to make you number one.”

The boy’s words dripped with confidence, his smile gleaming as if he had already won her over.

Claire’s reply was cold and sharp.
“No.”

The boy froze, his pride crumbling as laughter rippled through the onlookers. Claire brushed past him, uninterested.

Not long after, a messenger approached.
“Lady Claire, your sister requests your presence.”

Inside the grand chamber, Clara Laradam sat elegantly, her violet hair shining under the light. Her soft laughter filled the room as Claire entered.

“Oh, little sister… always second place.” Clara’s tone was mocking, almost playful. “No matter how hard you try, you’ll never catch up.”

Claire clenched her fists. “Shut up. Tell me—what do I need to do?”

Clara’s smile widened.
“Discipline. Decisiveness. And above all…” she leaned closer, her voice lowering, “…understanding humanity.”

“Humanity? What nonsense is that?” Claire snapped, her eyes narrowing.

“It’s simple,” Clara continued smoothly. “Go to the human world. Live among them. Learn what they value, how they survive without magic. Only then will you truly be number one. If you succeed, the title is yours.”

Without hesitation, Claire rose to her feet.
“Fine. If that’s what it takes, I’ll go.”

As she turned to leave, Clara’s playful smirk faded into a rare seriousness. Her eyes narrowed.

“I only hope… you don’t meet that man.”

But Claire had already stormed out, too focused on her new challenge to catch the weight in Clara’s words.

Moments later, a swirl of light enveloped her, and the bustling Witch Kingdom faded away.

When she opened her eyes, the world had changed. Towering buildings pierced the sky, cars roared along busy streets, and police sirens wailed in the distance. Claire took it all in with a confident grin.

“This will be easy.”