When Princess Ivory is told by the Duke of Avas to marry Prince Blaine or else war will break out she is devastated. Against the wishes of her late parents and law Princess Ivory is being forced to marry a Prince whom she's never met even though being promised to marry the love of her life but what happens when a meeting with the Prince ends up with him mistaking Princess Ivory with her lady in waiting Lady Ivory and what happens when the Prince falls in love with Lady Ivory instead of Princess Ivory? The two girls will devise a plan to keep the secret going for as long as they can but how long will it be before the truth is exposed...











(I take NO credit for the cover art! The cover art is NOT my drawing!)

A skilled witch, blinded by revenge, becomes known in famous fairy tales. However, it's not the way she (or the reader) expected.

This is actually a book I wrote when I was 10 years old, so that's why it's quite short.

Im Lavender.
Yeah I know, "I love that name." "Aw!"
But its not that nice being names Lavender. I get bullied everyday for my name.
I know im not suppose to listen to them.. but I do. People talk and sometimes its hard for people like me to actually ignore them. But enough of this lets jump into how I became a super famous witch over some evil wizard..

Just read it.
You may or may not regret it.

Once upon a time, there was a young girl, and she had an uncountable number of names. She was called The Forgotten, The Bastard, The Seductress, and also the… Witch's Daughter.
 
With a pair of enchanting eyes and long, ebony black hair, her appearance mesmerized all, no matter where she went—and this also resulted in her nickname: succubus.
 
Though, this wasn't wrong either, as she was the daughter of a witch from the east lands of magic.
 
Now, witches differed from magicians and wizards. Witches were those who practiced dark magic, a forbidden magic even in the lands of magic. In exchange for the souls and hearts of the innocent, one obtained power. Extreme power. And with that power, came wealth and an undeniable influence, an influence that everyone else couldn't help but lower their heads towards.
 
Perhaps this was the future that the young girl's mother saw when she stumbled upon a dying witch who had been willing to hand over her inheritance.
 
But as the young girl's mother, who had just been a vagrant child back then, stretched out her bony hands towards the witch, she didn't understand at the time how famous a witch's legacy was, how many people she had to kill to contain the power she got, the sad and desperate look in the dying witch's eyes, and how, people were creatures bound to change.
 
As the vagrant had no home or any attachments, she was able to get powerful easily in the isolated villages nearby.
 
In a flash, the newborn witch grew up, got her own small family of 3, with her financial situation getting better and better due to the jobs and power she had gotten as a witch.
 
But her happiness was brief.
 
As more and more people found out about her witchcraft, the witch couldn't hide it from the officials.
 
She hadn't even realized what was happening when she walked into a trap that her beloved husband had personally set up for her, or when she was being shipped to the capital of the city to be executed.
 
She was a powerful witch who had committed countless sins, massacred villages, but she was also just a naïve young woman, a young woman who didn't quite understand the hearts of men and the importance of life.
 
But nonetheless, she knew that she didn't want to die. So when the king of Marude, who had been in the land of magic at the time, extended an olive branch to her, she immediately grabbed it.
 
He promised her a life of luxury and a world beyond a dark prison cell with a condition that she bore him a child, and she had agreed.
 
But little did she know that the 'life of luxury' was actually a year, and that the child she bore would be a monster in flesh.
 
The witch also didn't know that within the agreement she had signed, she had given permission for the king of Marude to snatch away the child—who had now become an adolescent — she had with her husband.
 
And that child… they took her to Marude for a series of crude experiments that finally resulted in her bearing a fully sane human being within her stomach.


Those as for if the sane human being would be able to fulfil the southern king's ambitions… that was uncertain, even as the child grew up.
 
That child… that was me, Lancera Delacroix.

Gold Tier winner for WFP #3

Asura Claremont, the sole daughter of Duke Claremont, rumored to be the most beautiful maiden in the Kingdom of Loen. is—

Asura: Ha? That's bullsh*t. You got two things wrong there. First, it's not 'rumored.' It's a fact. Second, it's not just 'Loen.' I'm obviously the most beautiful in the world.

Ah, yes! Apologies, apologies, my lady. Now, where was I?

Asura Claremont, the sole daughter of Duke Claremont, the most beautiful maiden in the world, was sought after by both men and women for her beauty, intelligence, and delightful personality.

With such circumstances, her romance story should be a perfect one, and her ending should beautiful, right?

That would've been the case... if not for a particular individual. 

That person was—

Asura: The ABSOLUTE WORST! An OBVIOUS villain! 
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Ahem, please do not interrupt, my beautiful protagonist! 

That person was the one that always secretly tried to sabotage her relationships, the one that stole her things, the one that continuously bothered her... 

...Lancera Hall. 

This is the story of a villainess and her victim.

Asura: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

…


Asura would never be bold enough to speak her thoughts in public, but this book is filled with these precious treasures! Read on to find her adorable and messed up thoughts~

Main protagonist: Midari, 14 years old, Long brown hair, light purple eyes. She is not human, she is a Witch who represents snakes, but due to the fact that nobody knows about the existence of the species to which she belongs, she hides it and lives pretending to be human. She lives in Tokyo
-Size: Medium
-Things she loves: Playing video games (although she only owns a Nintendo 64 and her cell phone), Creepypastas especially Ben Drowned.

Protagonist's brother: Mako, opposite twin brother, 14 years old. He is also a wizard, he represents the dog, he also pretends to be human. He hates scary things and loves hanging out with friends. Yuka, younger sister, 13 years old. She is also a Witch, she represents the cat, she also pretends to be human. She hates scary things and loves to spend time posting things on Instagram. They have 2 younger brothers, status: Dead. They live in Tokyo.

Midari's true parents:
- Unknown names
-Age unknown
 - The mother has brown hair and red eyes
- The father has blond hair and black eyes.
- They were terrible parents and the statuses: Dead.

Foster mother and father of Midari and siblings:
- His father's name was Carlos, he died due to being hit and run.
- The mother is called Mirai, brown hair and brown eyes. She works as a journalist in a world famous press. She is very friendly but doesn't like the fact that Midari prefers the virtual world to the real world.

Midari's best friends: Miku, blue hair tied like two pigtails, blue eyes, loves Creepypaste but specifically Jeff the Killer. Luka, very light pink hair, blue eyes, loves Creepypaste specifically Eyelless Jack.

New teachers: Slenderman, in human appearance (Jyú). Tenderman, in human appearance (Soma).

New students: Ben Drowned, in human appearance (Benjamin). Eyeless Jack, in human appearance (Jack). Jeff the Killer, in human appearance (Jeffery).

It was a normal year, or it was supposed to be a normal year until 3 new students showed up ... Then everything would be about to change ...

(Note: this is my first time posting a story here so I apologize if I hear any kind of error. I don't have any characters except the main protagonist. The story of some characters is based on the story that their creators (it's not me ) gave it to them, even though I changed some things so it wouldn't look the same.)

-You are watching an amazing video now!

-The famous witch who is a black witch is commanding the 11th floor attack team. This is the latest video that I just obtained from BBS. Ah! Let's zoom in on this part.

Yes, this is it! Let's pause the video.

Secluded waiting room.

I was vacantly watching television.

-Viewers, do you see? Black Witch is holding hands with another Hunter. This hunter is presumed to be the Fourth King.

If the footage wasn't manipulated, the king seems to have hunted the 11th-floor stage boss with a single sword. Often called one-shot one-kill among hunters. However, no cases of boss monsters with one shot have been found to date.

Caster and commentator shouted.

-You mean first?

-Yes. That's right. Of course, the Black Witch helped, but the Hunter who directly faced the boss monster seems to be a king.

At the bottom of the screen there was a breaking subtitle for [The King's Press Conference this afternoon].

-Let's watch the next video together.

-The king was veiled in the meantime. I finally showed up yesterday afternoon. I returned to Babylon as a transport stone. As you can see, the black witch is accompanied by a sword.

-Does it look like two people are escorting the king?

-Yes. In order to convey the atmosphere of the scene to the viewers, I will raise the voice for a while.

The video flowed as if someone had taken it with a mobile phone.

In the middle of the screen I was walking without expression.

-Please look here!

-Don't push! What do you say?

-Black Dragon, when can I hear the official announcement?

What kind of relationship are you two? .

Pick!

I couldn't stand it anymore and pressed my remote.

Behind the scenes watching TV side by side with me frowned.

Oh, why are you off? I had a lot of fun.

I opened my mouth

"I'm ashamed to die!"

This is the waiting room.

Already one night has passed since the approval of the sword.

Today is the day of the press conference about the progress of the tower.

Originally, the giant guild leaders had to take care of it, but this time I was invited as a special guest. In a little while, the interview will be held.

-How about some time? You don't die anyway.

"I hate it though!"

There was nothing to do until the interview, so I wanted to watch TV, but this was a mistake.

Oh, mr. Okay Then turn to another channel.

"You're talking about me on all channels anyway!"

Regardless of whether it is a news channel or not, almost all broadcasts dealt with the 10th to 20th floors. Where's the only telecast? The situation was the same when I turned on the Internet.

I woke up overnight and became a celebrity.

I'm like that now.

[Guardian goddess points out that your achievements are so unusual.]

In my waist dance, the dagger wore.

[Famous tax is like a tax paid by the hero every day. It is necessary to get used to the position of the hero, the guardian goddess advises!]

"...."

I became very burdened and looked down at the sword.

"I was so tired yesterday that I couldn't talk too much… . There, goddess? Are you overestimating me? "

[You are the light!]

The sword vibrated more strongly.

Though it may be because of feeling, it was like fan who played idol by all means.

[The goddess of guardian whispers that you still remember clearly. Climb the empire's pavilion and you're alone! From now on, you are so defiant that you have declared that you entrust your empire. .]

"Ahhh!"

I closed my ears.

"stop! stop! That's what I said in a completely excited state! "

But to no avail. The voice of the sword was passed directly to the head, not the ear.

The dagger shook my black history.

[The guardian goddess says. Knowing how to love yourself is a hero! The words of a hero without narcissism are always miserable and make people around you unhappy. In that sense, your confidence is very desirable! Very awesome!]

Yes.

The patron goddess was nothing but my big fan.

"stop… Please stop ... … ! "

Just as I once ritualized the sacred sword, the dagger virtues me.

It doesn't matter if I burn my fan heart where I can't see it. This knife's voice has been live to me 24 hours a day. [Guardian goddess confesses.]

[Happy to have someone like you become the second owner!]

Oh My God.

Have you ever heard someone sincerely praising me by your side? Do I even treat myself as black history and constantly mumble and praise the memories I want to forget as soon as possible?

I'd rather kill you.

[Especially when you reap the fall rain lord as a servant, the motto, "The Lord is responsible for protecting his people." .] This is not real.

I took the fish oil out of the backpack. Fish oil is oil used to clean a knife. Squeeze the oil on the cloth and stared at the sword.

"You started first. This."

My hand is nearing the blade.

The dagger blinked white.

[Guardian goddess feels threatened personally.]

[Ask the goddess of protection to quit.]

[The guardian goddess… .]

10 minutes later.

[The goddess of guardian apologizes for wronging you.]

sparkle-.

My sword was clean thanks to my careful toweling. The blade became transparent like a mirror and reflected my face intact. But the sword was shameful trembling.

"Ugh. I'm quiet now. "

I looked down at the softened sword.

"So why are you a sword in a constellation? Did you have the sword in the original? "

The constellation was, to my understanding, like the manager of the stage.

It may be a constellation starting from a monster like a devil. I couldn't imagine how the sword could be a constellation.

When I told you this question, Sunggum had a soft white color.

[Guardian goddess shakes her head]

[It's easy to understand that a constellation is something that represents the world.]

Representatives of the world.

[The guardian goddess says]

[You were originally the Holy Spirit revered as a god. But Empire's ancestor, Lefanta Aikim, sealed himself with five swords.]

[You are the first of them, 'Idol.']

I blinked.

"Is the name an idol?"

[Positive.]

The guardian goddess listed five swords.

[First Sword, Idol.]

[Jay gum, compassion.]

[Third Sword, Origin.]

[Sword of sacrifice, sacrifice.]

[Zeo sword, salvation.]

[These are the swords of five sisters.]

[The goddess of protection is proud that if you gather all the swords, you can regain the same power as in the heyday.]

"Ho."

In short, the black sparkle in front of my eyes, the real sword.

In order to extract the true power, he said, he also had to find the remaining four swords.

"It's fun. So where are the sister swords? "

The answer did not come back.

A loud silence sank in the waiting room.

"Hello? Goddess? Where are your sisters? "

Silence.

My eyes narrowed.

"... do you not know?"

After a while, the voice went down.

[The goddess of servitude is silent.]

"I'm not sure after all."

[If you are near, you can feel the presence, the guardian goddess protests.]

I shrugged.

"Well, it's not urgent right now. Anyway, you have at least 1/5 of the power. Mr. Idol Sword. What can you do? "

[I can receive absolute support from the Aikim empire.]

"I know it best than anyone. What else? "

Pauaat!

As if the sword was waiting for the light output at full output.

"Oh! My eyes !? My lying down !? "

I wrapped my eyes and rolled over the floor.

There was a voice creeping in my head.

[The goddess of patrons is proud of their light.]

"I've seen it so far, so of course you know!"

Oh my gosh. Momentum by protecting your eyes from the moment. I almost lost my sight!

"No, what else can you do except support from the imperials and glitter!"

Still flowed.

Glowing twilight in the sword. It seemed to be a stutter when it comes to people.

[I am confident in writing monsters.]

"...."

[The patron goddess adds urgently to be confident in writing humans.]

smart. Drip.

In silence, someone knocked on the door of the waiting room. I quickly put the sword into the sheath. From another person's point of view, my conversation with the sword would be nothing but crazy.

"Who?"

"It's me."

A witch's voice was heard outside the visit.

"I was noisy earlier. What's up? "

"It's okay. Nothing happens! "

"okay… ? "

The witch seemed suspicious but was not more troubled.

"After five minutes a press conference begins. Perhaps the reporters will be asking questions. By the end of the press conference, the 21st floor will be open. We can answer the reporters in a reasonable way and then head straight to the 21st floor. Do you understand? "

"Yes!"

"The answer is really good… . Don't be late. "

I heard footsteps over the door. Truffle. Only after confirming that the witch's steps had gone completely, I pulled the sword again.

And still looked at the blade.

"In short, it's useless at all except shining."

[Guardian goddess protests against unjust opinion… .]

"done. From now on, you are no longer the goddess of patronage. It's a waste of name! "

If you think about it, this constellation was pathetic!

Didn't you protect your world and have been eaten by the autumn devil? Eventually I had to carry and protect this world of constellations. Like the Devils, this constellation could not lift my head.

"And it's too loud. Even with one of my doctors, my head is already overdose. You keep talking about Goddess of protection, Goddess of protection! Don't talk about it unless you really need it in the future. "

[The goddess of patrons… .]

"Huh. Maybe I'll give it back to Aim Kim. Did you get it?

There was silence for a while.

After a while, the sword shuddered.

[Shiny shining warrior, yes.]

It was a moment to get the constellation.

2.

The press conference was held in the square.

Not only the central square but also the alleys were crowded. The crowd seems to be over tens of thousands. As we walked to the stage in the middle of the square, camera flashes fired from all sides.

Witch, gladness, me.

Three of us sat side by side at the prepared table.

"-Thank you for welcome."

The man who caught the microphone was a witch. As the grave voice of the witch flowed, cheers soared around the square.

"Black Dragon Lord!"

"Yes!"

"Please look here, Black Dragon! Only once! "

A group of people shook the placards. There was even someone who brought a picture of a magazine cover that the witch used as a model.

'It's amazing.'

Is it because it is still before the appearance of the saint? As a female hunter, Black Dragon was enjoying unique popularity.

The witch bowed his head and greeted him in earnest.

"As you all know, we hit the 10th to 20th floors. It's a lot of fun, as many media, broadcasters and small media have lit up. We wondered how we can announce this glad thing… You don't have to worry about it. Yes. Thank you very much for saving your money. "

There was a slight smile from the press corps occupying the front row of the stage.

"But we have one thing we are most proud of this time."

The square slowly became quiet.

"It's not a fact that the 10th floor that everyone has been hoping for over the last few years has finally come. Nor did he hit the 20th floor at an unprecedented rate. Victim zero. Not having killed just one person… Above all, I'm happy. "

After a little humor, he shows his heart.

As far as I can see, the witch of the Black Dragon led the interview from the beginning.

'Does this have to be the leader of the best guild?'

Yesterday, I wanted to be the same person who tried to dress me up and down like that.

"Everyone. Please look down for a while. "

Said the witch.

"Look at the floor of Babylon's square you are stepping on. You will see the name engraved on each stone. The names of the warriors who have been sacrificed so far. These are the names of our seniors who gave their lives to attack the tower. "

Weiing-.

Press cameras lit the floor all at once.

"When the second floor was taken, and the third floor was taken, a myriad of names were written on the floor. Because of their sacrifice, we are now. I am in front of them I am pleased to be able to declare this. "

The voice of the witch flowed into the square.

"Today, we don't have anyone's name on the square."

click! click!

Reporters alternated between square tiles and witches. This determined the picture for the newspaper and the mood for today's conference. The crowd shouted for witches' tinnitus.

'I don't need the timing to come out.'

I watched the interview with no expression.

I was so happy.

'Also, people have to stand in line!'

I glanced up comfortably, looking up at the sky.

[01:22:10]

Same as when the 11th floor was opened. Even now, the clock of light was painted in the sky. The 21st floor will open as soon as the number indicates 0: 0: 0.

'I want to finish the interview and go to the 21st floor. . '

When the press conference went smoothly.

Reporters' questions and witch's answer was on the way.

"John Evans is a reporter for Babylon Daily News!"

A reporter jumped up.

"I have a question for the new king, ranked third."

'Huh? I?'

I looked at the reporter.

The eyes of the people who gathered in the square naturally attracted me.

"There is a lot of talk about how the king suddenly went up. Especially, the conjecture that [the giant guilds have been secretly raised for a long time] is gaining convincing power! "

"uh… . "

"If that's true, then you're talking about heroes intentionally created by giant guilds. What do you think about these allegations? "

Unsung.

The square became a bit noisy.

"There is also a lot of concern about whether the giant guilds will unite and eat from the 10th to the 20th floor. In particular, I heard that you were given exclusive rights to the 20th floor! Is it true! "

The air drifted further.

Iii.

The witch sitting next to him was expressionless but kicked his tongue out loud enough to hear me. She turned off the microphone and murmured.

"Aggro. Do not answer. I'll take care of it. "

"no."

I shook my head.

"Anyone like that will keep coming. I have to get my position right. "

"However… . "

"Fine."

I reached out to the witch.

"Please pass me the microphone."

"...."

My will was firm.

That aggro will definitely cut off before the 21st floor climbs.

　　No.... worse than five centimeters per second!
　　Chu Yu's words made everyone present tremble.
　　In fact, Chu Yu's answer was also in his expectation for Huang Ming's question.
　　After all, the two works were made by their group of people, and he knows the quality very well.
　　Although they like these two works, as industry insiders who have been in the animation industry for many years, they understand that no one can predict the market.
　　Therefore, before the broadcast at the speed of five centimeters per second, they were worried about whether this work could return to its original value...
　　But now that the speed of five centimeters per second can achieve such results... The work of the Voice of the Stars will definitely not be too bad.
　　Huang Ming took a deep breath and forcibly pressed down the excitement in his heart.
　　It seems.... I missed a lot of money when I just settled the accounts!
　　Moreover, Huang Ming also thought of something at this time, his expression became mocking, and he quickly picked up the phone....
　　.....
　　Dakai Animation Production Company.
　　The main animation production member of Frozen Witch, the producer looks unlovable.
　　At least the day before yesterday, he thought he was in charge of the work. Bing Jie's witch won the number one animation broadcast in January is a sure thing, and even won the number one animation broadcast throughout the spring, there is a high probability.
　　But come together today..... After learning about the five centimeters per second result, he was just astonished.
　　This kind of thing...too nonsense.
　　A work with only three chapters, why can it explode in the animation world of Fire Dragon Kingdom overnight with just the last words?
　　But he is also a veteran in the animation industry, and he also understands that the current trend of performance at a speed of five centimeters per second is impossible for the icy witch to catch up with the average broadcast volume.
　　As for the comparison in total broadcast volume... he is not so shameless. The works with 13 episodes and the works with others' three episodes are more than the total broadcast volume.
　　Moreover, the influence and popularity of works selected by Longguo's websites and institutions are basically based on the data of the average broadcast volume of the episode.
　　So in the meeting this morning, he mainly did two things. One was to encourage and commend the production staff for the current achievements of the frozen witch, and the other was to reflect on what else he had. The shortcomings, and discuss why this work of 5 centimeters per second is so popular with animation fans, and why the performance of this work can surpass that of the frozen witch....
　　Now, it is the work of each person. Free time to play.
　　Everyone started from the level of the production members of the two animations, to the comparison of production funds, to the management of the project, and then to the publicity of the work.....
　　The conclusion is that... The Witch's production team does not have a single item, which is worse than the five centimeter per second team.
　　The difference is just the plot of the two works...
　　This topic was thrown out. Lu Mu, who had been sitting next to him without talking, had an ugly expression, his expression became even darker. 　　"It was the same last year...Last spring, the original spring champion was also taken away by the unheard name created by Shui Xin and Huang Ming, the script creator of that work at that time. , Is also the deputy producer of Deer..." 　　"And I heard that those amazing pictures at a speed of five centimeters per second were designed by Shui Xin and then drawn by the artist according to his requirements..... .." 　　"This year is the same..... Repeating the same mistakes of last year." The 　　members discussed sentence by sentence like a knife. 　　Although this meeting is not a dumping conference, the speeches of the people also revealed one thing.

　　That is, as an animation screenwriter, Lu Mu is very good, otherwise it would not be so good in both works, but the water heart... is obviously a lot higher than Lu Mu.
　　And this fact makes Lu Mu the most uncomfortable.
　　Twice... On the
　　surface, it doesn't matter that the frozen witch is the number one popular in spring at a speed of five centimeters per second. It is just a fake name, and there will be no benefit to the frozen witch. influences.
　　But in fact... the profit is only considered at the company level. As a member of the Dragon Kingdom animation industry... Lu Mu wants to enhance his influence, relying on these names head.
　　After all, I don't want to talk about it.. I have to write in my resume in the future. I have served as the screenwriter of two popular spring animation titles and two spring animation popular runner-up works. The gold content is different .
　　These are all things about the future!
　　What's more, he only mocked Shui Xin on the Internet some time ago, and was crushed by the number of Shui Xin fans. Nowadays, even confident animation works have been crushed, and he has even done the work of poaching other voice actors. , Nowadays, many people in the Dragon Kingdom animation industry are talking about other people's products...
　　In this case, they lose to five centimeters per second...
　　At this time, Lu Mu is not too uncomfortable. .
　　"Ahem... Stop this topic!" The producer hurriedly stopped everyone.
　　Although Lu Mu does have a gap with Shui Xin at the level of animation screenwriters, it does not mean that Lu Mu is incompetent... It is really the Shui Xin, really powerful.
　　"Anyway... The Frozen Witch, at least for now, still remains the second most popular among all animes that started airing in January. This result is also very good..."
　　"Producer...I have something to say..." Someone
　　raised his hand to speak.
　　"Say!"
　　"That Shui Xin.... Two works have been put on the shelves this month... One is five centimeters per second, and it was officially finished yesterday. There are three stories in total. And there is another work called Xingzhi The sound... is also a short animation, only less than half an hour... it will be broadcast tonight at ten o'clock." A slightly fat man said quickly.
　　One more?
　　After hearing the words, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, but then immediately sank.
　　"That Shui Xin said on Weibo last night... The Voice of Stars is also an excellent work that does not lose to five centimeters per second..." As
　　soon as this statement came out, everyone said Understand what this person wants to express.
　　The producer said that the Frozen Witch is now holding the second place in the average number of episodes, and the results are not bad, but...
　　if it is really like the water heart said, the movie is called the Voice of the Stars. His work is also a work that does not lose to five centimeters per second. Can the frozen witch still maintain his second position now?
　　At this moment, everyone felt a little anxious.
　　And Lu Mu, even more breathless in his chest......
　　what's the situation?
　　My spring animation popularity champion last year was squeezed to second place by your heart. This year, do you want to squeeze me to third place?
　　He didn't want to think about it anymore.
　　Turn on the phone, click on Weibo, and prepare to touch Weibo to calm your mood.
　　But when you click on the software, there is a person with his account.
　　Aite's account name is...Huang Ming, a nine-star animation production company.
　　What the hell? He Huang Ming Aite what am I doing?
　　Lu Mu felt a bit bad in his heart.
　　At this time, Huang Ming's Weibo Space made a dynamic.
　　This dynamic is very simple, just three pictures...
　　The first picture is an interception of the popularity ranking of animations broadcast last spring selected by Xinman.com.
　　Only the names of one or two animations were intercepted.
　　First, the name is unknown.
　　The second is the second season of the month of vows.
　　The second picture is the ranking of the average broadcast volume of the spring animations broadcast on the new comic network in real-time.
　　Also intercepted the first and second names.
　　First place, with a speed of 5 centimeters per second, with an average playback volume of 4.37 million.
　　The second place, The Frozen Witch, has an average broadcast volume of 3.33 million.
　　Then the third picture is the broadcast promotional picture of the work of Star Voice.
　　Finally, Huang Ming posted his Weibo account at the bottom.....sent a number 3, plus a funny expression.
　　My Nima, what do you mean by Huang Ming Aite?
　　What does this number 3 imply, Huang Ming, you like Yin and Yang so much?
　　Lu Mu immediately became angry and his hands trembled with anger.
　　It won't take long for Huang Ming to engage in this way. Tomorrow, the entire magic capital animation industry will definitely spread his grievances with Huang Ming as a joke.
　　The producer next to him glanced at his mobile phone and his expression was very rich, but in the end, he sighed and shook his head.
　　The Lu Mu himself wanted to go to the voice actor of other people, but now he was pulled out to ridicule in public. There was nothing to say.
　　Lu Mu has potential, but he is still a little younger, and he didn't think much about the consequences before offending Huang Ming.
　　The guy Huang Ming is well-known in the industry, but he is also famous for his grudges. In addition, he belongs to Jiuxing Animation Company. Dakai and Jiuxing are not right in the first place. If he does this, he does not have to worry about being criticized and criticized to affect the two companies. Harmony...
　　Anyway, Huang Ming doesn't have the official account of Aite Dakai and his Weibo account. He just names Lu Mu, he doesn't bother to care about it......
　　.... ..
　　After Huang Ming sent Weibo,  also proudly showed the content of the post to Chu Yu.
　　"Lu Mu? That fellow!" Chu Yu remembered.
　　"Brother Huang seems that you are also very grudges! I remembered that guy for the first time!" Chu Yu said.
　　"Of course, I am the kind of person who can spend the night with hatred, but if he has the opportunity to repay me, he didn't give me face at the beginning, and digs people without saying hello. Then I will naturally not give him any face!" Tao, I feel extremely comfortable.
　　"Yes, very strong, Huang Ge, your temper is to my appetite!" Chu Yu nodded.
　　He simply turned on his mobile phone and forwarded Huang Ming's dynamic with his Weibo large size...
　　After all, Huang Ming's Weibo attention is relatively small, less than 300,000 people. In comparison, , Chu Yu's 2.3 million fans account has much greater influence.
　　As for Huang Ming's dynamics, people who usually eat melons can't understand it clearly. Then Chu Yu is not worried, there will always be people with big mouths who know the inside story that will give everyone the grievances from both sides of science... .
　　.....
　　Soon, it was ten o'clock in the evening.
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Being asked the question, Seoyeon looked quizzical at Min Beomgyu. The White witch's question instead put a heap of confusion to her mind. If she was not a dark witchess then what was she? Did he mean to ask her being the catalyst? But Jung Hwa told her the man was yet to be trusted in the matter of the catalyst and she knows well not to fall into trap made by others.




"Yesterday we received a confirmation that her parents are dark witches," It was Jung Hwa who replied instead of her. "Can a dark witches couple have a child that does not belong to their own kin?"




Min Beomgyu gave some thoughts to then shake his head, "I see, I thought that Miss Seoyeon hadn't known what type of witches her parents are. As I have said before, most witches don't know what kind of witches they are; and there are numerous cases where they mistook what kind of witch they are because of the lack of knowledge from their parents."




Seoyeon who found another else hidden under Min Beomgyu's question than asked, "Do you think I was a white witch?"




"No, from what I can tell you are not. Dark witches' potions use the help of a dark magic spell. If you are a white witch, the potion made by the dark witches should give you some side effect. For example when a white witch used a dark witch's potion, the effect would work, but the flask that held the potion itself should be harmful to your skin. That is why I am using a glove today," the white witch was thorough with his explanation that made Seoyeon to understand the essence of witches easier. "Did you feel pain when touching it?"




"I didn't," replied Seoyeon.




"I was also surprised to see that you could touch the potion earlier unaffected and assessed that you are a dark witchess until your story from earlier," Min Beomgyu hummed, his brows furrowed to the case he had never seen before but the man was still with a smile. He was happy to learn more knowledge as it was one of reason why he had sided with the Associates.




"Is there any other type of witches than white and dark?" questioned Jung Hwa and at this point, the white witch's eyes that were fixed on his book turn up at Jung Hwa before he gave a wide smile and an excited nod. 




"No one believed me when I said this; but I found something odd while searching about the dark witches' origin. There is one of my friends whose parents had been white witches since the past, however, as time passes, they thought they were shamans. I learned him being a white witch, after some experiments and when I visited his family's house, he showed me this," while Min Beomgyu talked, he pulled out a large scroll of a size of an arm that had been curled.




Seoyeon pushed her back from the chair, to take a better look by leaning forward as Jung Hwa looked at it from afar. There was no smile on his face as his eyes were fixed at the scroll that was dirty and old. 




The parchment seemed to be feeble and was made from a thicker fabric. Signs of its old age could be seen from the uneven tears around the paper and the color of the fabric which seemed to be pure white in the past but now brownish yellow. 




When it was opened, Seoyeon saw that the language was not Korean but the witches' language that she could tell despite never remembering to ever learn the language before.




"Color of witches," Seoyeon read what was on the parchment of paper aloud by herself, "Yellow witch, dark witch, white witch, blue witch, and red witch. Each of color describe their powers and traits."




Jung Hwa's eyes had shifted from the parchment after observing how old the parchment could be before he looked at Seoyeon who was fixed to read what was written. He then gave a look at the white witch, to see Min Beomgyu stared at Seoyeon as if he was speechless and cannot believe what he heard of now.




"You can read this?" questioned Min Beomgyu to Seoyeon and her gaze breaks from the parchment to Min Beomgyu.




"I guess I could," she replied. Doesn't witches know their own language as it act like a code? "Can't you read the witches' language, Mr. Min?" she asked because the man seemed to be suffering from shock the moment she had read the writings in ease.




"I do read witches' language as my family all knew the blood flowing in their body but this is not the witch's language that I or any member of my family knows. This is far ancient. I don't know how to say it properly but it was written around three hundred years ago and at the time the language are written differently. I had to decode and decipher the words here on the scroll," but Seoyeon had read it in ease.




"In the past Seoyeon was said to have spoken witches language on her own," Jung Hwa said, cutting Min Beomgyu's line of thought. "Can I take that each witch learns their language on their own according to how their ancestors taught them?"




"Close like so," replied Min Beomgyu. He had to say how amazed he was to Jung Hwa who was fast when it comes to catch and made a conclusion that was often right than wrong. This was perhaps the reason why he could enter the Associates in a breeze. There was also rumors he heard in the past before the young pureblood entered the Associates of how he had been given an offer to work in the Associates for many times only to be rejected.




This turn to the question of why of all time Jung Hwa agreed to take the position when he could have done it before.




"It's the same as a parent teaching language to their children. According to the same scroll here, it is taken that witches lived in different places that could explain their differences in language," continued Min Beomgyu.




Seoyeon read the rest of the scroll, and she gazed up to look at Jung Hwa, "It is said that most colored witches lived in different lands. They have traits, power, and weakness." 




"That's all?" questioned Jung Hwa. The scroll looked wide and large yet what was written inside was less.




"The rest is about their power and weakness," replied Seoyeon. She also think it was odd for a large scroll to have only a few writings but the rest summarized the same extract she had said.




Jung Hwa got up from the chair, and his hand held the side of the table to lean forward and take a better look at the scroll. To his eyes, the writings were like scribbles. From the way it was written, the letters seemed like English alphabet but there was few symbols that he never know. "With this many type of witches, why only dark and white witches, are known and prevail to survive now?" asked Jung Hwa, the same question Seoyeon had.




Min Beomgyu explained, "Because dark and white witches are the main type of witch which is the origin. They can't disappear while the rest could. About Miss Seoyeon's parents, was there anything said or explained about them?"




"Taking the words from the dark witches I killed last night, they are known as famous amongst all dark witches and even praised them as they had killed tons of purebloods," Jung Hwa noticed how uncomfortable Seoyeon appeared when hearing the words of her parents and his hands slipped naturally on her palms. When fitting in, Seoyeon turns to look at him. She knew he encouraged her whose trust was torn with what the dark witches claimed to her. "Their names are Yang Jiae and Yang Sunghoon. Does it ring a bell in your mind, white witch?"




Min Beomgyu brought his hand to his chin, pulling his memory and his intelligent eyes looked at one fixed point before he look at the couple who stood before him and shook his head, "I don't remember hearing the names. All informations regarding dark witchess are classified but not because someone is hiding them but because they work seamlessly, leaving no trace. However, I heard of some rumors in the past which I don't know if it is true or lies."




"What kind of rumors?" questioned Seoyeon. If there was a clue, it was better to dive than to plunge into oblivion where she was kept in the dark about herself and the people around her.




"The hunters, they are said to be keeping some specialized group of people who possess power far stronger than others. This group was said to be hunting for witches for a long time. But no one know if it was the truth," Min Beomgyu tried to recall everything he remembered about the rumors but that was the extent.




"Even if it was a rumor, there is a bubble of chance that hadn't popped yet. We can try searching for that group and ask if they remember anything." Jung Hwa said, with his eyes fixed on her.




Somewhere Seoyeon doubted that Jung Hwa would ask them in a civil manner. A fight might break out and she knows she should be there with him to pacify the situation. There something that told her the Associates and Hunters is not in a good term either. They appeared to be on a speaking term but not where they would exchange information freely out of weariness.


*slow burn, no rape, no major misunderstanding*
When Han Seoyeon was fired from her job after protecting her coworker, she thought nothing could be worse than finding a job with her high school diploma. In her distress, she wasn’t able to find a job when her best friend, the daughter of a billionaire came with her trouble, requesting her to take her seat in the blind date she was supposed to be. After some deliberation, Han Seoyeon agreed to help her friend, entering the blind date only to throw water to the man out of a burst of anger, and left. She returns to her daily life when next day, she met the man who proposed her.

Jung Hwa, the same man who participated in the blind date. He had everything from the charming face, his headstrong, narcissistic, personality. But he found himself immersed in Han Seoyeon, the girl who had thrown him water. Seoyeon thought she knows about him but truth was she know little of the man.

When she found she had been accepted in a job, Seoyeon rejoiced, happy with the fortune but she found out that her boss was Jung Hwa, the same man who she had thrown water on. In a week time, she was able to hide her secret. Ironically, she found his secret. In the dark, she found out he was a vampire, a being that suck blood but that was not all. She later found herself fall into the world of vampires. In the world where cunning beings lived, Han Seoyeon only have him. Will she be able to come into term with her new life? Or will she be able to answer to his feeling, reciprocate what he felt?

Will she found about the truth of herself or will she lose everything?

___




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Loud chattering can be heard as the tables in the great hall are filled with students. Though different than the design of the founders, all students sit at their respective table waiting for the new first years to arrive. The sounds of opening doors Kan be heard as an old witch with glasses walks into the hall swiftly. Behind her is a line of students, nervously pulling their robes and staring in awe at the ceiling. One of Hogwarts more known features.
A Old dark brown dusty hat is seated at a stool in the middle of the hall. White ghosts are floating in and looking at the students from behind their house table. Among them is a sad looking woman who eyes the new students while listening to the hats song. Though smart they may be, they will never fill a gaping heart.
After the song, names are called out one by one. The old witch with glasses is calling the names on the parchment, making the line of new students shorter and shorter. With each name a house name follows. Young children and fat children, tall children and short children. Among them are children with glasses and children who will surely be popular among the lady's when they grow up. After each name a thunderous applause is followed. Hearing the last name called a sigh escapes, not caring the least for her new students. The transparent woman turns her back as she floats towards the wall, away to her tower.
The old wizard on the stands is about to make his speech as the air changes. Heavy atmosphere is forming in the air as the magical pressure is increasing. Ripples form in the air as a blueish glow forms in the middle of the hall. Cracks that look like a broken mirror form in the air as purple sparks come from between the tears. The teachers abruptly stand up and surround the anomaly, protecting the students. 
They point their wand at the tear for who know what kind of dangers it will bring. Black flames flash by as a phoenix cry can he heard, as well as screams and spells fired. The sounds of a fight echo from the source of the light. The black flame circles the room as it end in the middle of the light. Something could be heard falling as a cry sounds in the back. 
One of the teachers couldn't keep up with the pressure and launches a paralyzing spell at the light. The students scream at the possible horror that may befall them. Before the light reaches the light, a blue flame circle forms around it, though small and thin of appearance it still blocked the spell. 
Horror strikes the teachers as this is a famous and terrible spell. But the man who is known to cast it is locked up, as well as the power used now that seems to be lacking. Who can it be? The flames of candles in the room turn blue in color as they float around the light. The stone and metal guards who are meant to protect the castle encircle the light. Though their weapons are turned outside, protecting the creature blinded in the light source.
A ball of light dashes into the flames, but oddly enough, it doesn't burn. Instead they hear the mournful tears and moans of the ghost who entered the circle. The light dims and a girl appears. Black hair cascades down her back and purple eyes are staring at the ghost before her. Her face and body is covered in blood, old and new. But the injuries don't seem to bother her as she looks at the woman before her with wide eyes. She looks familiar.
One transparent Woman and one black haired teacher freeze the moment they see who appeared in the middle of the great hall. As he man slowly walks forward, another was first. Not wanting people to see his mental state, the man holds back as the woman screams.
"W-W-Willow... H-How?!?" The transparent woman cries as she tries to hug her little sister, only to pass straight through her.
"Helena!" The Willow cries, while trying to hug Helena back in vain. She had heard about the passing of her family, but to see her sister again made the emotions and shock resurface. The two woman look each other in the eye as they both cry. While Sill is wrapped around Willows neck, it looks at the stunned eyes around them. Willow who was injured while surviving the breach in time, looks around her as she recognizes the surroundings.
"H-Helena what's going on, this looks like home, but doesn't" Willow stammers. 
Willow tries to change her vision towards her sister, but the light seems to dim before her eyes. Feeling the weight of her body disappear and her fatigue hitting in, Willow collapses on the ground.
The teachers try to get closer as the blue flames die down, but the soldiers won't allow it.
"Albus, what is going on?" The gray-haired witch asks as she approaches the headmaster.
"It may seem, the heir to Rowena Ravenclaw has reappeared. Now Lets get her to the medical ward first Minerva" Dumbledore says as he approached the soldiers.
"Please let us give her medical attention, we mean her no harm" Dumbledore declares as he motions his hand forward to reach for the girl. "May I?"
The soldiers wait for a moment, look at Helena, who then gives them affirmation and then they resume their old positions. Dumbledore approaches as he casts a levitating spell at Willow. A snake like creature slithers around Willows neck and gives a harsh glare at the wizard who casted the spell earlier. The new DADA teacher with a turban feels a chill down his spine as he turn his head and makes eye contact with the creature. Shock passes through his eyes as he looks towards the blueish green creature that is seemingly protecting the girl. 
While Dumbledore leaves the room with Willow, McGonagall proceeds with the speech and a explanation of the occurrence that happened.
"Welcome once again to Hogwarts. Firstly we will explain what happened and who came to the head of your houses at a later time. Secondly the headmaster will return shortly to explain the rules and what not when you attend Hogwarts, we expect you to behave yourself while you remain in this school. And lastly let's starts the banquet! Tick! Sizzle! Twitch! Snap!" McGonnagal says as dinners appears on the tables, though most of the students take a while to wake up from their stupor, only to gossip about the possible identity of the mystery girl that has appeared.

The younger twin sister of a well known person is send to the future with no way back. How will she survive in a world that is different from het own. 

Follow her on her way of survival and claim to her heritage 

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