Wizardess Lyra

A long time ago, in the early 16th century, there was a little ice witch. To leave her nagging native family, she chose to leave the witch village where she had grown up and built her own hut in a remote forest. During the construction of her cabin, she questioned numerous times why she wanted to leave her comfort. But whenever she thought of the slightly sarcastic words from her parents, her fighting spirit would be aroused, and then she would gather her energy again, and use magic to slowly stack the logs one after another to build her own cabin. After completing her solitary cabin, the Ice Witch again fell into a state of having nothing to do. To get rid of her lonely life, she created many clones with her magic. However, the peace did not last forever. The scope continued to expand with the Pope's eastward expedition and the war between the westward barbarians. In the end, the war finally burned down the forest cabin where the ice witch lived. The Ice Witch felt very unhappy because of the increasingly fierce war, and finally, she couldn't help but intervene in the war. As the Ice Witch lost her temper, the magic of ice instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. All the barbarians and papal troops were broken into countless pieces because they could not withstand the ultra-low temperature. The ice witch who cast magic was trapped in permanent ice. In the end, the entire battlefield turned into a dead silence, and only the clone in the hut who was always lazy survived this catastrophe of life. After she stood up and looked at the battlefield that was frozen to pieces, she didn't seem too surprised. She just stretched lazily and then left the frozen soil. The witch clone that was left behind created another clone, on the one hand, to take care of his own food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and on the other hand to pass on the ice witch's bloodline. One clone after another, one generation after another, 500 years passed. Lyra, the descendant of the Ice Witch, returned to this cold forest again. She sat on the cold bed in her once warm home, briefly recalled the past, and said mockingly: "Unexpectedly, when I saw This scene is actually the descendant of this witch 500 years later. And she is a fire witch? How ironic."