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?

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The Witchy Elf

r and it really looked like flames surrounding her hand.

In short her hand was now surrounded by fire and looked deadly.

With the success of her new 'experiment' of powers, she smirked and raised her head to look at her surroundings.

Of course she was 'looking' at the snakes with a hint of warning in her eyes.

The snakes, being the creatures that loved cold, obviously hated the heat.

More than what they hated the heat, they feared the fire.

Though Tanzi's hand was just too hot at this moment with the way she regulated her palm's temperature, in a visual sense, it still looked like it was covered in fire.

Hence all the snakes that were still covered under a layer of snow were scared as soon as they saw the 'fire' that lit at the tip of her hand.

All the snakes came out and scattered away as they rushed to run away.

At once, around a hundred snakes came into view, making Tanzi open her mouth wide in shock.