The Fearsome Witch Teaches in Another World: Volume 1 (eBook)

Mitsuru Inoue (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-2860-0 (ISBN)

Infos

After her death on Earth, teacher Aoi Konominato awakens as a child in an unfamiliar world, filled with regret about her lackluster life and unfinished goals. An elven sage named Owain takes her in, mentors her, and instructs her in the art of sorcery. Twelve years later, Aoi has mastered everything he's thrown at her, and Owain deems her ready to further her studies of sorcery by becoming an instructor at the illustrious Fiddich Academy, the finest sorcery school in the world. Though she's hesitant at first, Aoi sees this as a second chance to become her ideal vision of a teacher, albeit in a fantasy world. However, this magical school is brimming with problems-and misbehaving students. The children of nobles and royalty are used to doing whatever they want, but soon they'll learn to pay attention in this fearsome witch's class!

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Prologue: Transported to Another World

I died. This wasn’t just something I felt physically, but an awareness that pierced through the fog of my thoughts as well. I had no clue how I’d died; I only understood that I had.

My consciousness ebbed and flowed, adrift in the sea of death, but through that I could feel a faint shadowy weight on my mind. The umbra gradually spread across me, its heaviness increasing until I could acutely recognize what it was—sorrow and regret.

I hadn’t been able to become the best kendoka in Japan. After my mother’s passing, the only thing that had kept my father going was training me to rank first in the nation, but I was never able to achieve that goal.

After that failure, I had given up on my own dreams and had become a teacher, thinking I could at least inherit my father’s ideals of passing down knowledge to the next generation. Yet over time, even my desire to teach essentially became a curse that ate away at me. I thought that if I couldn’t achieve my own dreams, maybe I could at least help students attain theirs. That didn’t work out either.

The more desperate I got to make an impact, the greater the backlash I received from my students. The conflicts between my fellow teachers were difficult to deal with too. Also, as a new educator, I was at the mercy of impositions from teachers with seniority on top of unreasonable demands from parents. But what weighed on my mind now more than any of that was the regret of not being able to live up to my father’s expectations.

If only I had a chance to redo everything... If only I had a chance to become my ideal self...

As my earnest wishes emerged from my painful memories, my consciousness dissolved, fading away like a mist.

◇

When I opened my eyes again, I could make out the ceiling of what appeared to be a log cabin. It glimmered red, interspersed with dark shadows. The sounds of a crackling fire melded with the sweet aroma of burning wood. The air carried the faint smell of skin from a wild animal too.

I didn’t really have any feeling in my body, so I simply surveyed my surroundings and discovered that I was lying on top of what seemed to be a white pelt. The room was slightly smaller than an average Japanese bedroom, and in the center of the wooden walls were spaces carved out for the windows.

“Hm? You’re awake?”

My eyes darted toward the source of the sudden voice. Through the simple-looking doorway entered a tall, slender individual sporting a large, flowing white robe that dragged behind them as they walked over to me. They were wearing a hood, but took it off as they approached, revealing a face that took my breath away.

I couldn’t tell what gender they were. Their visage could have easily belonged to a man or a woman, and their long, almost waist-length hair made it even harder to distinguish. I felt bewitched by their gorgeous, captivating white locks and green eyes. But the thing that surprised me most was their long, pointy ears.

“Can you understand me? Can you speak?”

It was only after hearing his voice that I registered that the person before me was a man. Unfortunately, I physically couldn’t respond to his questions.

“Hmm... It seems that you’re unaware of what happened. You collapsed in a field near my home. It’s filled with grass as tall as my waist, and it’s far removed from any human establishment or even the main roads. I discovered you there by sheer coincidence.”

The young man sat down cross-legged and looked at me.

“I’m Owain Millers, the Forest Sage. I’m not sure what a young girl like you is doing all the way out here, but I’ll look after you for the time being.”

If I’d had more control of my face, I would have raised an eyebrow.

What does he mean by “young girl”? Well, now that I think about it, this Owain guy is definitely not a normal human. If those ears of his are real, then could he possibly be a fantasy creature...an elf? From the tales I knew, elves lived much longer lives than humans, so from his perspective, I was probably still just a child.

“What’s your name?”

His question came so suddenly that I reflexively answered despite my lack of strength.

“Aoi Konominato...”

“Hmm. That’s an unusual name. Could you possibly be...?”

He started to say something, but the sights and sounds of the world were fading around me. I was too drowsy to stay awake any longer. As various questions hazily came and went in my head, my consciousness gradually faded.

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Twelve years had come and gone since the day I was transported to another world. My physical body had grown older and was now in its early twenties. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted that I would be reincarnated and experience a second childhood. I’d died in Japan when I was twenty-four years old, so I had yet to even live as many years as I had in my previous life.

I felt quite conflicted when I learned that this wasn’t Earth. For one, I lamented that my past self had died inexperienced, unable to accomplish anything as a teacher. More than anything, though, I couldn’t help but worry about my father, whom I’d left all alone.

However, I realized that no matter how much I agonized over my situation, nothing would magically change nor improve. That was one reason I decided to study this world—to find a way home.

Owain was stricken with curiosity about my arrival, calling me a “Drifter.” Apparently, that was a term used for people who appeared once every few centuries and had knowledge of different worlds. In the past, Drifters had helped to greatly advance countries, cultures, academia, and even sorcery. Perhaps out of his insatiable curiosity, Owain had taught me all about sorcery.

Despite living alone in the middle of a forest, Owain had a far more modern lifestyle than I’d expected, thanks to technology that I assumed had come about due to Drifters’ contributions. For starters, he owned a refrigerator. From what I could tell, it functioned just like the ones I knew from Earth, except it kept food fresh with an ice magic stone that released cold air. He also had a bladeless fan powered by a wind magic stone in its base. This was actually a multifunction device, and Owain could easily switch it to an air conditioner or a heater by adding another stone imbued with ice or fire magic, respectively.

Those advances were surprising enough, but what truly shocked me was the fact that there was a plumbing system connected to barrels of both cold and hot water upstairs, which made taking baths far more convenient. On top of that, the house had magical lighting, a stove, and even a flushable toilet. All of these were apparently sorcery tools.

Owain seemed to be crazy about sorcery tools. Every time he talked about them, I felt like I was watching one of those celebrities in Japan who’d go on shows to advertise home appliances. I couldn’t stand the way he’d drone on forever any time the topic came up, so I generally pretended not to be interested.

Owain had the chiseled beauty of a sculpture, and he wasn’t much more talkative than one when it came to topics outside of his research. When he did speak, he was surprisingly particular about things. For example, whenever I cooked, he muttered critiques about the lack of flavor. But when I snapped back and told him he didn’t have to eat anything I made if he didn’t like it, he promptly wolfed it down. If I was unlucky, he even asked for seconds. Due to his fickle, contrarian personality, I viewed him as a brat.

That being said, Owain was thorough when he taught me sorcery. He was quite the stickler—whenever he could tell I was doing something even slightly incorrectly, he’d immediately point it out.

“Wrong, Aoi,” he said after one such mistake. “Mana manipulation is crucial when using high-level spells, not mana output. Narrow it more. No, not like that. Restrict the flow, but don’t reduce the amount of mana you’re using. Mold your mana into something even thinner than a needle, then maintain it and gradually harden—”

“Cram it for a second. I’m trying to concentrate!”

“Oh, is that right? Do you think you’ll always be in a completely quiet environment devoid of distractions when you’re casting spells? No. Such instances will be few and far between. More often than not, the situations during which you’ll need to cast a spell will be—”

“Ugh! Come on!”

Owain was a man of few words in his ordinary life, but he was an annoying chatterbox when it came to sorcery topics. He lectured me on how casting a spell was the process of drawing a magic circle in one’s head. A spell’s incantation essentially broke down that procedure into individual steps spoken out loud. In other words, incantations were important rituals that formed the foundation of sorcery. Owain was obsessed with shortening spells’ chants.

Ancient sorcery was said to have died out about two hundred years ago, but it apparently required its users to physically draw out magic circles. Owain had investigated, studied, and deciphered this information all on his own.

From the perspective of normal sorcerers, learning ancient sorcery techniques had catapulted Owain past being a genius and veered into the territory of eccentricity. Owain had decided to go even further with his...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 21.11.2025
• Reihe/Serie: The Fearsome Witch Teaches in Another World
• Reihe/Serie: The Fearsome Witch Teaches in Another World: Pay Attention in Class!
• Illustrationen: Suzuno
• Übersetzer: Geirrlon Dunn
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Fantasy • female protagonist • Light Novel • Magic Academy • multiple PoV • OP protagonist • Reincarnation
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-2860-5 / 1718328605
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-2860-0 / 9781718328600