𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕒!!

—>

-She truly was a cocky woman, unafraid of the backlash or threats she got from others, some could call it foolish while others inspiring.-

“The strongest witch huh? Hah! I’m sure you’ve made a name for yourself for yourself here too!

As will I, I’m the strongest witch in Medea and I’ll make sure this world knows that just as well! Even if I have to beat the other witches here until they know~!”

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—>

I’m not some stuck up old hag like her, I’m not even near her age!”

-Despite that she was still old, at least, in terms of human years.
Over a hundred years at least…-

—>

Definitely seen her around, she’s certainly powerful… she also talked about being an Umbra witch, whatever the hell that is.

Something from this world no doubt, you said we’re similar or whatever right? Remind me why the hell you think that?

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—>

No doubt some of the other witches of this world held books she would love to get her hands on, but she held back about asking as the question was given to Metallia.-

“Bayonetta? Right, the old hag. Yeah, I’ve seen her. Old, stuck up, acts all high and mighty?

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—>

“A bartender huh? I assume it’s the same place I give this weird thing you gave me to and he’ll tell me stuff about this world or whatever?”

-She was always a book smart person, yet she had a feeling books would only get her so far in this world…

At least, the easy to obtain ones.

—>

—>

She knew not to underestimate people, at least not those she deemed strong like Khepri herself, but for creatures like them.

She couldn’t help but to see them as fodder.

At the mention of the bartender the witch remembered the emblem she was given.-

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—>

Is that it? They don’t seem threatening or even something I should be worried about, even if they do find their way to me I’ll show them their place~

Underneath MY heel and have them bow down to me!”

-Even when faced with angelic forces or a demonic army she kept her cocky attitude.

—>

—>

No doubt it would come in handy eventually… especially if they were attracted to higher mana concentrations…-

“So what you’re saying is that they reside in different realms connected to this world and come here to feasts or do whatever the hell they want?

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-The swamp witch watched as she made her way up to a desolate building, one of a few still left in usable condition after the swamp witch’s raid. Not that she cared about the people living here before.

She listened closely to the information given to her.

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—>

What do they have to do with mana anyways? Are they creatures of pure mana? Or do they harvest it for whatever they do with it.

Either way, it’ll be a good chance to see if they Anima they produce is any better than the ones from Medea~”

—>

-There was a feint green glow emanating from her person, hidden deep on her person, something that exuded an aura of mana…

A portable mana generator perhaps?

Though the swamp witch quickly moved attention away from that with another question.-

“Demons and angels?

—>

—>

Yet even at this the swamp witch chuckled.-

“Hehehehe~

Not like it matters, even if these so called witches has new magic or weapons I’ll beat each and every one until they acknowledge me~!

Maybe even claim a few of their heads as well~!”

—>

—>

It’s definitely magic…at least from what I can see… given what else I’ve seen of this world it’s far more advanced at least magically from what I’m from.”

-It was true, from the city she first arrived at to even the surrounding area, it was certainly further in time.

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—>

The orbs… the ability to morph the terrain to one’s liking seemingly on a dime…

It was certainly valuable, certainly something the swamp witch would be interested in.-

“So these “All Encompassing’s” morph the earth to the users likings?

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—>

Living creatures usually overwhelmed by the smell or the concentrated mana. Yet she knew the other was a goddess, or at least, that what she claimed to be. And given everything else she had seen, she had no choice but to trust it.

Yet something else grabbed her attention.

—>

—>

A few worlds are like that as well but here feels different. As if it was all used up in comparison to just not existing. I guess I’ll take your word on what happened as fact.”

-She would normally question how the other could even breathe in her domain.

—>

-Despite the lack of mana permeating the rest of the world, here felt as though there was an abundance. Granted the Mana itself was dangerous to interact with, even for witches, but it was mana.-

“I can tell… It does have a mana signature, yet it’s feint.

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—>

“So what’s that you got in your hand huh? You called it the “All encompassing” before right? What the hell does it do? It just looks like a ball of energy or magic to me.”

—>

What do you think of my new home, it’s nothing like my worlds home but it’ll do for now~”

-The witch smirked and boasted with glee in her voice, clearly she seemed to have next to no trouble converting this area.

Though her attention soon gravitated towards the other’s item in hand.-

—>

—>

Yet there was always one way to warn of her presence.-

“Hehehehehe~”

-An excited laugh escaped the swamp witches head as she flew above. Quickly lowering her broom to just above the others height.-

“Hah! Look who it is, it’s the time goddess or whatever.

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—>

Just the aura of her swamp could cause normal humans to die in mere minutes, yet it wasn’t pure poison. It was something different…

Raw concentrated mana.

Mana so volatile and abundant it could cause even strong witches to suffocate.

But the swamp witch was no where to be seen.

—>

—>

Using a decent amount of her mana, a
Massive pillar would be placed just under her home, Showering the entire area in swamp mud. The nearby village didn’t stand a chance against it, simply becoming a part of her new territory.

The trees and nature around it dying off because of it.

—>

-The swamp witch had barely moved her stuff, or at least copies of it to her home in this world. She couldn’t simply move her swamp over however and she couldn’t make a new swamp.

You can’t make something from nothing after all.

So she improvised.

—>

ViVi

Sees a new witch and the hundred knight game in production.

“Oh hell yeah! I love-“

It’s a mobile game

“Fuuuuuuu-!”

Cries in having no storage.

—>

-Out of the bottomless pit a small green fairy flew up, her voice excitable and energetic. Yet her presence felt…feint. Like her time had already passed.-

????: “Who are you? It’s not often a random rabbit wanders there way down so far into this place.”

—>

There was no way to go forward from there.

Yet just in the area alone there was questions upon questions. Everything seemed connected but what did it all connect towards?

????: “Huh? Is someone here? Is that you hunny knight? I didn’t think you’d-

Oh. It’s someone else.”

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-The hole itself seemed bottomless or if it did have a bottom, it would be far far down bellow. No normal human would survive a fall like that.

The area itself on the other hand seemed basic, walls covering the edges of the grate and a wall on the far side.

—>

“Needy for what? Attention or something?”

—>

Maybe you made a contract with them given the mana power I feel…”