Chapter 1: W.E.T Little Witch

[Brief note: Before reading, please take note of the FL's character from the title and how it is highly influenced by the nature of how she was groomed inside their clan. Don't expect character development overnight. If you have no issue please enjoy reading. Thank you.]

Chapter 1: W.E.T Little Witch

Aella abruptly roused from her slumber with coin-wide fully opened eyes, almost bulging in out in trepidation, when she sensed a sudden warmth spreading within her.

To be precise, down there where it cannot-be-named.

A burst of hot fluid snapped her out of a dream. But the sudden movement she made felt strangely awful and hurting, causing the delicate contours of her face to crumble.

Panting, with unbearable chest pain due to suddenly waking, her heart pounded rigidly in her chest as she thought of something inconceivable happening to her at this very moment.

C-Could it probably be...?

Ugh, hell no! No way, no!

Her face was cradled by a deep frown.

Yet, no matter how she tried to deny it, the brittle idea that was enough to make her scandalized wouldn't leave her head at all!

'Did I really??'

With her well-maintained brows almost tied into a knot above her high and fine nose bridge, her pretty little face was turning into an ugly scowl, thinking of the unthinkable.

'Did I wet the bed?!' she gasped in horror and shame.

It was a sensation she had hoped to never experience again from a teeny-tiny age, especially after her recent coming-of-age ceremony. 

Oh good Goddess!

She is a fifty-year-old witch and has now become a full-fledged adult!

The mere thought of wetting her sheets at this age, 'Oh god no freaking way,' sent waves of mortification through her.

'Oh n-no, no, nooo!' she rapped inwardly, 'This can't be happening to me!'

She's ugh wet.

W.E.T!!

Aella's delicate and soft profile which had stopped aging from the age of eighteen crumpled into a grimace. 

Now, how could she face her new squad and explain the stench that would have clung to her sheets?

It was her first day with them and they decided to camp the night out in a clearing inside a dark forest after exterminating a horde of beasts and collecting their meat and cores.

Today should have been filled with excitement and anticipation since it was the first time she would be able to free herself from the clutches of those old, boring witches in the Central area.

A breath of fresh air.

Oh, how long had she yearned for it!

Aella thought she would have that despite going on an arduous journey.

But what's this?! What an utter disgrace!

Will she really end up as a laughing stock among her peers and ultimately get consumed by embarrassment because she couldn't keep herself in check?

'Mother, Father, I want to go home!'

Sniffing her edgy snot, Aella's heart ached with homesickness, much like a toddler who desperately needs to use the bathroom but can't bring themselves to do it anywhere other than their own familiar toilet.

Filled with apparent shame, Aella didn't even want to force open her tightly shut eyes which felt like they were glued with dried tears, not wanting to confirm that she really did piss on her duvet.

'Did I cry last night?' she even wondered. Then why not just continue crying now?

Waah!

Luckily, witches are privileged with magical stuff, and she doesn't need to share her quarters with the others.

But does any of this, spell lucky at all? 

A sharp pain radiated through her. Her chest was still rather tight after waking up on the wrong side of the bed, and her body felt heavy, yet oddly full. 

It was a strange sensation as if something was growing within her. 

"Ugghh!"

A sharp cry escaped her lips as she attempted to sit up, only to be met with a throbbing pain in her temples.

'Did I overexert myself during last night's hunt?' she reckoned, sensing the punishing sensation from her soring joints, assuming that her body was aching from the previous night's exertion.

The thrill of leaving home had quickly been replaced by the harsh reality of adulthood. 

'If I just listened to my father about not venturing out, would I be in this situation? Ugh, working outside is not fun at all it seems,' Aella sounded rueful.

All that excitement for nothing!

The apocalypse was a brutal, unforgiving event. One mistake and it's all over for one person or worse for the entire group.

They had encountered a large group of infected beasts and humans. Aella had to use every ounce of her magic to support her comrades in order to halt the advance of the beasts through their protected territories, endangering the old and the children if a beast wave came.

However, the true purpose of their mission was not just to cleanse the area, but to procure meat. Other than providing support from the rear, she had to process their harvest.

Pure blood witches could use a great amount of magic and have the ability to purify meat, making them invaluable assets to the survival of mankind. That is why despite her lack of muscle and fighting ability, Aella became a member of a seasoned human mercenary group after her coming of age, a point where her magic power became stable. 

Meat from infected beasts is normally inedible due to contamination and rots quickly. In that case, a witch like her is needed to purify and seal the infected beast's carcass right after it dies, placing it inside her magical storage brimming with mana that maintains its freshness after cleansing it to the highest quality.

Five decades had passed since the apocalypse descended upon the Middle Realm. The witches and humans had long since settled their differences, ending the witch hunts and wars. In exchange for providing the humans with a place to live, the humans developed the witches' terramare into a secure and expansive domain, using their advanced technology.

After the unification, although rare, intermarriage between willing witches and humans became widely accepted. Fostering hybrids capable of wielding magic but it wasn't comparable to pure bloods.

Evidently enough with the way they age just like any other normal humans regardless of having greater features enough to pass like a modern day idol with towering build in contrast to a pure blood witch's delicate features.

Despite their small numbers, the pure blood witches who resided within the innermost and safest part of the territory were a formidable force, their magic and witchcraft are not to be underestimated. 

To this day, a lot of clans are very strict in preserving their bloodlines. 

Apart from their innate power, humans are highly dependent on them for survival especially with the lack of resources. Regardless of the hybrid's small magic, only pure breeds have enough magic and the ability to cleanse contaminated food. 

Thus, they wouldn't go against the norm of the conservative witches to only let their kin go out once they had reached adulthood. 

At this point, they are very confident that they have instilled their teachings and practices well, preserving their maidenship for fifty years through avoiding contact with the outside world, especially men. 

Apparently, Aella was a part of such a clan. 

'Right, I'm a noble witch. I should keep calm. If… If they make fun of me, I'll turn them into slugs!' she frantically thought, her heart was beating as loud as the continuous banging of a drum.

It just so happens that dealing with people in embarrassing situations wasn't part of their teachings. 

Aella instinctively reached up to touch her head, but before she could move her hand, her wrists were bound by something tight. Her arms were pulled above her head, leaving her helpless and unable to resist. 

"Ugh... Huh?" She tried to pull it down but it won't budge at all.