I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

The Ring of Places

Cencha smiles widely at her while twirling a strand of hair in front of her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Crocus!” She offers her hand to her. Abigail happily obliges as they shake their hands. Compared to Abigail, she’s much smaller in height. She’s also a recurring theme of blue and white in her clothing. Her long braided hair reaches the back of her knees. Her robe is almost the same as hers but with the girl’s fashion style added to it. The bottom half of the sleeves of the robe is cut in half, both in front and in the back. It’s also stitched in the middle that separates the cut and the whole sleeves. The end of her robe was rather pointy instead of a flat one with yet another cut in the middle. The bottom half of the robe was treated as a skirt by using a cute belt to divide the two parts. Inside the robe was yet another cutesy dress. She’s wearing a long sock and a cute pair of blue sandals.

Abigail smiles at her, “Nice to meet you to Cencha.” Cencha puts her arms on her back and looks at Mother Yvette. “She’s one of the local witches but she’s the youngest one of them all which you could relate to. All of the witches here are old yet still productive. In fact, they are my friends at the start of this village we all grew old in.” Mother Yvette faces Cencha, “I will bestow you the responsibility to help and teach Crocus.” The young witch tilts her head in confusion, “I thought she’s the floral witch? Why do I need to help a hero for something she’s a master of, Mother Yvette?”

The lady looks at Crocus and smiles, she then looks back at Cencha. “You see, she’s not the same anymore. Things have happened to her and now she needs your help. Do you disagree to at least help her remember some of the spells she once cast against her enemies?” The young witch gasps, “No, Mother Yvette! I am just curious why. I am totally on board with helping Miss Crocus remember once more. Although, I can not promise she will remember how things were. She’s a Floral Witch and I am just a normal one. Her unique spells will be much different than mine. I hope there’s not much that changed with how she casts her spell. There’s a general incantation to everything but, as I said things might be different for her.” Mother Yvette smiles, “That’s what I like to hear. It’s fine as long as you try, okay?” Cencha nods, “If necessary, I might help her remember about other witchcraft stuff! Like potion brewing, summoning, and other things.” “I am quite fine with the potion brewing. I have my potion grimoire in my bag and other things.” The girl in front of her squeals in excitement, “Could you take that? I am sure your equipment is much different than mine!”

“Well, I will be going back to the inn.” Cencha grabs her arms and embraces them, “Could I go with you? I want to meet the other heroes as well! My mother won’t let me visit you there because I must respect your privacy. But now, I ask your permission Miss Crocus!” Abigail pulls her arms a bit, Cencha got the message as she withdraws to her, still smiling at her. “Sure, just don’t distract them a lot. I am sure they are still a bit serious than before because of just what happened. But, sure, you can go with me.” Cencha suddenly jumps in happiness. “This is the best day of my life.” Abigail turns her head at the lady. Mother Yvette just smiles at her. Abigail fixed herself as she wears her smile once more. “Should we go?” Cencha nods rapidly in excitement, “We should, Miss Crocus! Lead the way and I’ll follow.”

They start walking back where Abigail came from. She remembered every description of the buildings she passed by. It was a piece of great information as she got back to the inn once more. They entered there as Sieqa greeted them both. “Welcome Miss Crocus and company!” Abigail smiles at her as Cencha greeted her with the same energy, “Hi, Miss Sieqa. I hope you are doing well!” She said in a jaunty voice. The lady satyr smiles and nods. Both of them went upstairs as they encountered one of Abigail’s companions.

“Miss Lavena!” Cencha squeals as Lavena smiles at her, “Hello, beautiful young lady.” The young witch looks up at her face and down to her toe. “They’re right! You have a cutesy everything. Pink hair and fabulous clothes. How to be you!?” Lavena laughs at her as she pets her, “You don’t need to be like me. You’re cute as well, don’t get me wrong.” She looks at Abigail, “You have a new friend, haven’t you?” Abigail smiles, “She came with me. I am just getting my stuff in my room. She will be the one to aid me in my problem about my magic and things.” Lavena pats her back, “Good luck. I hope you discover a lot of things.” She continued to go downstairs.

Both of them continue to go upstairs to where her room is. Before they even reach the stair to the third floor, Cencha was distracted by the others who went out of the door. Abigail lets her meet them while she gets her sling bag where all of her equipment and ingredients are. “Why is Edsel has the power of fire while Winsel has some manipulation powers?” Edsel scratches his head as Winsel crosses his arms, “It doesn’t mean you are twins, you have the same or opposite magic. I inherited my father’s magic and Edsel got his as a gift from our godfathers. Basically, he ate a gemstone like a dragon just to get his ability right now.” Edsel looks at him with a smirk on his face, “At least, I got a very fancy gift from our godfathers. How about you, what did you get?” Winsel smirks as well, he didn’t let his twin pull him down. “I got the doll that you are so scared of that you pissed your pants and the bed when I manipulate it.” Edsel flushed in embarrassment as Wren laughs out loud. “That story never gets old. It’s still funny even I heard it a lot of times. I am glad you don’t piss fire, that will be a disaster.”

Abigail joins in the conversation, holding Cencha in her arms. “What are you telling to her?” Winsel holds his laugh, “Well, about the time Edsel piss—” Suddenly, Edsel slaps his hand on his lips and holds it right there, shutting him up. Cencha was having a good laugh despite the weirdness that these boys are showing to her. “I thought heroes are always serious!” “Pfft,” Wren leans on the wall, “Serious times are reserved for battles. And, who does want battles every day? Well, for me, I don’t want to be involved in fights every day.” Abigail rolls her eyes, “Come on, Cencha. These guys are up to no good.” The young witch waves goodbye at them, “I hope you have a good stay in this village!” She bid them goodbye as they left the inn.

They travel the streets once more but going to a different destination. “My mother is out in the house so, we would be together alone. Besides, she will teach you more advanced things. Those things wouldn’t align to yours anyways.” “Because I am the Floral witch.” Cencha nods, “Exactly! Normal spells wouldn’t work for you or if it does, I think you’re not unleashing the unique power you have.” They arrived in a quaint house. It’s like every house in the village, its walls are colored white with a different style of roof. It’s a pretty big one compared to the others. Mother Yvette wasn’t joking that Cencha’s mother is her friend. “Welcome!” She said as they entered the house. It was a fancy house for a peaceful and simple village they are in. The walls are colored in beige yellow and with intricate details. “Let’s go upstairs and I will show you something. I am sure you have this thing in your home as well!” They rushed upstairs and entered her own bedroom. It was a simple one with a single bed on the corner and furniture all around. Of course, it has a theme of blue all around it.

“My mom says that every witch or other magic practitioner needs their own personal space where no one will invade their own privacy. So, my mom gave me this chalk.” She opens a drawer in the dresser and pulls out the chalk. “But, it’s not just normal chalk. It’s a magical one! Because…” Cencha approached a chair in the corner with a cloth covering it. She sets aside the cloth and the chair. There was a chalk drawing. It was multiple rings with different shapes in each and some scribbles on the drawing as well. “This is a Ring of Places. Using this chalk, I could draw unique symbols for a certain place where I want to go. This place right here will teleport me on my own personal witch-y space. It’s in the attic because my mom’s is in the basement. Both of those places don’t have a manual door out, so we use these to get us in our workspaces. I can erase this one and create another one anywhere as I wish so. Even it’s handy, it’s a bit hard to see and look for the symbols that a place has to be able to teleport to. My mom didn’t teach me this until I was 13 where I can handle the after-effects of finding the unique teleportation ring symbols of the place.”

Cencha looks at Abigail who is just staring at the drawing on the floor. “Are you remembering something? Is this the same as your ability? Because, somehow, you will have a spell for Ring of Places too. It’s handy magic, so I don’t see you not using it.” Abigail sits on the floor further inspecting it. She looks at Cencha. “Could I use your chalk, or is it just for your own use?” The young witch gave her the chalk, “You could use it if it works for you!” Abigail nods and accepts it, “Thanks, I am sure everything I use is not that unique and different from normal witches’ equipment. Also, permission to draw on your floor.” She stands and approached a different part of the room. “You can!”

Abigail sits and tries to remember the solar system thing she has in the hut where she first stayed in this world. She started drawing it based on what she remembers. The rings, the shape, and the other details she needs to get the right thing. “If I screwed up, I screw up, right?” Cencha nods, “Yep! You will be teleported to a different place. I once got a mistake on my Ring of Places and I teleported on a swamp, so there’s that.”

It builds more pressure on Abigail. She needs to remember every single detail in the drawing on the paper and on the floor. She checks every symbol if it’s in the correct place and angle. She takes a deep breath and puts the chalk on the floor. “I need to come back to my own place. I might have not taken things that I might need there.” She looks at Cencha, “Could you draw for me the symbols this room has?” “You mean the Ring of Places of my bedroom? Sure! Just give me a minute to get the exact thing.” Cencha goes to her personal workspace and came back minutes later with the drawing of the thing. Abigail grabs it and takes a deep breath. “Please work.”