As the strongest witch in history, I somehow ended up being feared so much that I’m all alone. So, I figured I’d buy a cute girl slave and ask her for all kinds of things
Long, long ago—so long ago that even legends have faded into myths.
Two goddesses clashed for supremacy over the world.
Their battle lasted for what seemed like an eternity, an endless war beyond mortal comprehension. But then, as if scripted by fate, the war came to an abrupt end. And the catalyst for this unexpected conclusion was not divine intervention, but rather one of the many mortal creatures who had no choice but to flee amidst the raging conflict.
It was humanity.
A race that was once nothing more than mindless beasts, yet, by some twist of fate, had gained intelligence. Humans, an unforeseen anomaly among the divine, developed technology that imitated the gods’ power—magic. With this newfound force, they intervened in the war of the goddesses.
Of the two goddesses, the one who sided with humanity emerged victorious over the other, who had opposed them.
Thus, the long-standing war ended with humanity’s intervention.
The victorious goddess was revered as the One True God, while the defeated goddess was branded as a heretic, a fallen deity.
However, the scars of their conflict remained.
The land was left in ruins, twisted and reshaped by the warring divinities’ power. And from this distorted world, unnatural beings emerged—monsters, creatures whose forms had deviated from what life was meant to be.
With the war over, the heretic goddess was sealed away, and the One True God vanished without a trace. Humanity, left to inherit the world, waged an endless struggle against these monsters.
A struggle that had lasted since ancient times and continued even to the present day.
No, in truth, the situation was growing worse with each passing year. The monsters’ territory expanded relentlessly, forcing humans into smaller and smaller havens. Until one fateful night—when nearly ninety percent of the monsters’ domain was wiped out in an instant.
“Th-This… Is this really something that should be allowed…?”
Above, intricate magical circles shimmered in the sky. Below, flames roared, consuming everything in their path.
The vast monster territory was engulfed in fire, reduced to nothingness.
And at the center of it all stood a lone girl.
She was as pure and fragile as a white lily glistening with morning dew.
Her translucent white skin glowed softly in the fire’s light, smooth as porcelain, seemingly delicate enough to shatter at the slightest touch. Her long lashes cast shadows over her deep, lake-like eyes, so mesmerizing that they could make even the reflected scenery seem more beautiful.
Her hair, as fine as silk, swayed in the wind, shimmering with a golden radiance under the blazing inferno.
“…Unbelievable.”
And yet, her face bore no trace of emotion.
Even as she reduced the land to ashes, even as she stood amidst divine destruction of her own making, she appeared utterly indifferent.
“That… that’s the rumored…”
“Hah… Is that really a human?”
“Oh, God…”
She burned the land down methodically, erasing everything in her path.
Those who witnessed her could feel only awe, only terror, only reverence.
“That is… the Witch.”
The people could find no other word for her.
Witch. That was the name they gave her.
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The Witch, the savior of humanity who had eradicated much of the monsters’ domain in a single night, was not met with gratitude.
She was met with fear.
And that was inevitable.
For not a single soul in the world knew who she was.
This ignorance bred fear.
“Aaaahhhhhh!? I couldn’t say anything!?”
Why did no one know the Witch’s true identity?
Because even after saving humanity, she never once revealed herself to the world.
Thus, mystery surrounded her, giving rise to countless legends.
—Some claimed she was an ancient hero from the age of gods.
—Some feared she abducted children for inhuman experiments.
—Some believed she was a solitary being who loathed humanity.
—Some whispered she was an envoy of the One True God, sent to govern the world.
—Some even suspected she was the reincarnation of the fallen goddess.
Many legends, each more varied than the last.
And yet, none portrayed her as insignificant.
No one dared to belittle her. They all feared her. They all revered her.
The countless myths surrounding her were proof of that.
“Ugh… Why won’t anyone talk to me?”
But the truth?
The Witch was nothing more than a painfully socially awkward girl who didn’t know how to talk to people.
“Aaaahhh… Am I going to die all alone, without accomplishing anything, completely and utterly alone…?”
Deep within a forest stood a lone mansion.
There, in the quiet solitude of her bed, the girl known as the Witch lay curled up, silently shedding tears.
Though the world feared her, she was, at her core, just a lonely girl.
The name “Witch” had long since taken on a life of its own.
“If I slay the monsters… If I solve everyone’s problems, surely someone will come talk to me. Surely someone will at least try to recruit me after seeing how powerful I am…”
But she failed to consider a simple truth.
There was no one who knew how to contact her.
No matter how much she did, no one could reach out to her.
“…I know. I’ll buy a slave.”
In her foolishness, the socially inept girl, in a moment of what she deemed genius, came up with a way to cure her loneliness.
