I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

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“Remembered?” Gallant looks at her. “Those two…” Abigail looks at her, “Where am I right now, what is this universe?” The man was hesitant to answer her at the first. He was thinking what could be the reason why she’s asking it. But he sighs in defeat, “You are in a place called Critonus.”

“Critonus?” Gallant nods, “Yeah, that’s what they actually call the area around the northern forest. But this place, this place is kind of hidden. It’s like heaven after the earth-like hell, which is the Critonus. I think this is in the middle of the forest. I don’t know. But it seems really unpopulated.” Abigail slowly nods, “Where did you come from?” She calms herself as she took the seat across from the man in front of her. It reminds her of the interview. “Well, technically I came from the capital of the city of Winsworth, Euamorpth. Where the great castle of Eprosal Empire stands proudly. But, I am a shame to live in that castle.”

“I knew it.” Abigail suddenly stands from the couch, she looks at Gallant. “Are you really true? Or are you a fragment of my dream?” He was visibly confused, “I don’t know what potion you accidentally brewed and tested to yourself. It really affects you a lot. This is the reality. I am not a fragment of your dream. I wish I was. I wish I was in a dream.” She was speechless. Gallant took a deep breath and sighs, “I am sorry, that’s a bit personal there. But, believe me. This isn’t a dream.” Abigail starts to worry again. Gallant holds her shoulder, “If something happened to you, I am not the one to judge. But, I really need the potions as soon you can create them.” She looks at him, “Are you serious right now?”

“What? That’s the only thing that I came here. To get my friends some potions. Look, only me and Keeana survived the disaster that happened. So, I need to get it as soon as I can get it. My friends’ lives are in my hands. If you don’t want to help me, fine. I will find some herbs and create an inefficient one.” Abigail sighs. The pressure is on her. “Fine. Fine.” She looks around the hut. She doesn’t know where she even works on these potions. “Let me just figure this out, your highness.” She rolls her eyes as she wanders around the main room. She’s looking for something strange in this room. She checked the living room. Nothing was out of place. She tried to turn, twist, raise, or any action she could do in the things that are in the living room. She found nothing in her search. The warrior waits rather impatiently in her search. “You know, I am starting to really believe you aren’t the witch.”

She looks at him with annoyance in her eyes. “Because I am not. How many times will I say that I am not the witch you are finding. But you are saying that I am.” She starts to mock his voice, “Just like how they described you to us.” Gallant looks at her with visible annoyance on his face, “There’s no need to be like that.” Abigail rolls her eyes, “Because you are being impatient and whiny. Let me do my thing. Do you really want my help?” He sighs in defeat, “Yes, yes. Do your thing, flower lass.”

She searched the kitchen next. After twists, the clanking of utensils, and a lot of open cupboards. She found a paper on one of the drawers. She looked at it. It was a drawing of circles that are inside of each other. It has some shape for every ring. “What is this, the solar system?” She said with obvious agitation in her voice. She suddenly froze as she realized something. She looks around the room. She saw a suspicious-looking curved mark under the drawer beside the door to her bedroom. She looks at the perturbed guest. “Could you help me move this, young gentleman?” Gallant, who looks so defeated, approached her much to his annoyance. They raised the drawer and set it aside. Under the drawer reveals the same drawing as in the note.

With the excitement that Abigail felt, she suddenly withdraws her grasp to the drawer. Its feet fell hard on the ground. Gallant’s toe caught one of them as he squealed in pain. She turns her head to him as she saw his poor exposed toe was squeezed. He immediately pulled it out as he fell on the couch. Even his bum was in pain with the impact of the fall, it was nullified by the pain he feels on his toe. “I am sorry. Oh gosh. I am so sorry.” She approached him and checks on his toe. It looks like it was crushed and it was red as a tomato. Gallant muttered swears under his breath as he gasps for air. “Oh god. Okay. Let’s go to wherever this leads us. I wish I can heal that.” She holds his hand and tries to drag him. “Do you see I am in pain!?” Abigail looks at him, “Endure it for a while, come with me.” With the sheer strength that she has due to the sudden adrenaline rush in her body, she was able to pull Gallant. A man that is much taller and bigger than her. She steps on the weird symbol. It didn’t work.

She groans as she tried another way. She kneels on the ground. With her other hand, she touched the symbol. Suddenly, everything shined in a moment. The floor fades into a much darker wood. She looks around, the walls are in a dark, dingy purple. She stands as she looks at the person behind her. He was still grunting in pain. She noticed a living seat with much comfier seat pads. “Sit there, you whiny baby.” Gallant glared at her as she rolls her eyes. “Do you want to take a seat or no?” He groans as he walks toward the seat him holding himself up with the walls. “It’s just a mere toe.” She said as she approached the cauldron with some desks and displays around. It must be her work area. “Well, the pain isn’t just a mere pain, Miss Judgy McJudgepants.” She looks at him with a mocking smile, “Nice joke but not laughing. And, as you implied earlier, I am Miss Crocus. Crocus the Floral Witch, right?” He smirks, “It fits well on you.”

“Too repetitive and cringe. I will not recommend you to name your child. Which will be a miracle with that attitude of yours.” She looks away from him as she looks at the lectern with a book on it. As much as this room has an eerie vibe, every piece of equipment she has seems friendly. It has some flower patterns painted on them or much better, real flowers growing on it. She touched the book as she flips it open. The title page reads, “Blossoming Aura: A Spellbook for Floral Witches.” She flips to the next page, “Are floral witches prominent in your area?” She looks at Gallant. He shakes his head, “That’s why you are unique. A fabled witch. Most of the witches just have a ‘witch’ in their title. And as far as I know, they can only do what witches do. If you put it in that way.”

Abigail nods, “Interesting…” She looks at the table of contents page. She runs down her finger on the smooth paper, searching for a specific keyword. “What healing potion do you specifically need?” She looks back at the warrior. “Well, for deep wounds. I think Catrina calls that a regeneration potion. That’s generally what we need. Some energy regeneration and supplemental healing potion could do us a favor too. If you can make it, Miss Crocus.” He said with mocking politeness in his voice. “You are lucky I am kind,” she whispers to herself, “And confused where I am and forced to this.”

“What did you said?” She looks at him, “Oh, nothing. I was just reading something from the table of contents.” She looks back at the book, “Regeneration… potion…” She muttered to herself as she scans through the contents of the book. “Passion Regeneration…” She flips pages after pages. She stopped as soon as she saw the thing she found. I just need this… and a lot more things… I hope I have them.”

“You don’t know the things you have here?” Abigail glares at him, “I swear to god if you open that mouth for some stupid and whiny things I am going to learn how to really become a witch.” Gallant sighs, “Fine. You do you, I guess.” She gives him one more glare as she looks back at the book. She started listing the things she needs in her mind. She approached the big cabinets on the corner as she started to look for the ingredients. She grabbed a basket that was conveniently just on the end table beside the cabinets. She started collecting and storing it on the handbasket on her grasp. “Be thankful everything is here and in the right amounts. This thing is already a big favor. So, don’t mock on when I am reacting to things. Because, surprising to you, I just woke up in this world. I woke up in this misery.”

“Is that some metaphor from an intelligent witch?” She looks at him but instead of giving him another glare, she sighs. “I wish it was a metaphor.” She set aside the basket on the end table near the empty cauldron. “So, you really mean it that you don’t know you are the witch?” He looks at her as she nods. “Yes, yes, I do. I just woke up in this world and according to you, I am supposed to be a witch.” She filled the cauldron with a light pink liquid that she fetched from a tank in another corner. “I already remembered what happened to me. But, I am not going to disclose it to you.”

“Why not?” She looks at him with her eyes squinting, “Who am I to trust you with what happened to me? They might have sent you to observe me.” She lit up the wood under the cauldron. Two minutes of awkward silence has passed, Abigail sighs. “I know this is a trick. I know that I am in sort of asylum or something.” She looks at the cauldron that was now boiling. “This might even be some sort of a joke or some sort of test. Are you proud that you tricked me into this?” She looks at him as she casually adds some leaves. “Trick? I mean, getting these potions without paying is already a trick. But, this is not a test. I am not some sort of great wizard to test your witchcraft.”

She approaches him slowly, it was a slow threatening walk. “You, you are one of them. I am in some sort of simulation or something like that. You are sent by them to confuse me. You are sent by those two douchebags who I idolized a lot, to make me suffer. Aren’t you?” She pins him on the chair with a death glare in her eyes. She wasn’t joking. The man was visibly scared, “Who’s them? I don’t know what you are talking about. “You know them! You do!” Gallant insisted, “I don’t even know who are we talking about. I am just here for my friends. They need help so I ask help from you since you are capable.”

“Shut your lying mouth. You are one of them and you are working for them.” She’s looking hysterical as Gallant kept denying it. “What are their names then? So, this will be settled.” “Jonathan and Julien Meadows.” He looks at her, “I heard those names before—” “I knew it!”

“No, not in that way. I heard it from Garett. He has been muttering about those two and the thing, ‘The Gemini’ a lot.”