Leorote

She is famed as the Greatest of all Witches and yet one day she was found dead. What's more shocking is that she doesn't even know how she had died or who had killed her.
Luckily for her, she got another chance as she reincarnated. When she came back to life, she doesn't recognize her surroundings nor the people around her.

When she saw herself, she finally found that the body her soul entered was not her's but instead it belonged to an Elf. An Elf whom all the other Elves bully as a Good-for-nothing.

It doesn't matter if she was a Good for nothing because her own talent was enough to strive any environment by herself.
But what matters is that both the Magical clans Witches and Elves were said to be rivals for around thousands of years for now.

How could she survive being a member of a rival clan?

She thus starts a brand new journey of being an elf while using her techniques that she learned being a witch. 
She moves on finding the reason behind her death and the person who was responsible for the same.

She continues proving everyone that she not only could be the Greatest of all the Witches but she could also be the Greatest of all Elves- of course by using a little, just a little, of her witchcraft.

But can she stop by just being the Greatest of Witches and Elves? Maybe she could go beyond that? Follow her journey to find more...

The Witchy Elf - Why just a Witch or an Elf when she can be both?

P.S: Cover commissioned. Credits to the talented artist @_VA_
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The Witchy Elf

As soon as her eyes laid on the face that she saw in the water, her entire mind was blown away.

She went into a daze as she felt that the world was playing some sort of weird game with her.

"This.. this… this.. This…" She continued stuttering but couldn't speak another word after the word 'this' while her index finger directly pointed at a face that she had never seen before. This face was not somewhere else but instead was atop a body that was clearly shown as her own reflection on the surface of the water in front of her.

The man in the front took in all her expressions but still stood calm without changing his face.

When Tanzi turned her head to look at him, he simply nodded his head, "Didn't I say so?"

His voice was cool and emotionless.

But it made her feel like a bucket of cold water fell all over her.

In an instant, she regained calmness as if nothing had happened.