The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 8: With Peace comes a New…Witch? ()

"This old man...really had nothing left..." Demond sobbed, as she looked around her restored old hut. The dragon's runes crammed the wooden walls, ground and ceiling, creating a dizzying array of magic that she recognised as 'time magic' for reversing the damage for their confrontation.

Yet her old pile of robes were...not here. The hut had been restored, but it was eerily empty of any personal belongings. Adrei watched him with a knowing look, her human form still smiling despite the gravity of the situation. "I believe your daughter's room will provide the necessary attire. After all, you are now closer to her size than your former self."

"Do you believe that there would be anything remaining after your Dragon Stinky Breath of the Year?" Demond retorted, though the hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips. He knew he had to get dressed before facing Alice. The thought of her reaction was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Well...there is still an option..." The witch's brows furrowed, as she uttered a magic incantation and a gust of wind swept through the room. A moment later, a set of clothes floated from somewhere in the hut, landing neatly in front of her. The garments were not his old mage robes, but rather something more... elegant, something that screamed of a royal court.

The dragon watched with a wry smile as she glanced at the... 'showy' outfit. "Old man, I always knew your mind was made of kinky stuff, but I never knew you had a thing for-"

"S-shut it! This is only a habit of collecting costumes from my old times!" Demond snatched the outfit from the air with a huff, feeling his cheeks burn even brighter than the dragon's flames. "Besides, try living in the middle of the woods with no TVs, wifis or a Sw*tch! This habit of mine is the least of your worries!"

She looked down at the elegant outfit in front of her, the fabric shimmering with an ethereal glow that the old man casted to protect the silk, even with his dying breath. It was definitely not something she would have chosen for herself, but under the circumstances, she had little say in the matter.

After telling the dragon not to look and dressing herself in the restroom, the witch examined herself in the mirror. The outfit was a royal robe, a deep shade of blue with intricate gold stitching along the edges. It was definitely not something she would have picked for herself, but it fit her new form surprisingly well. The fabric felt like liquid silk against her skin, and the way it clung to her curves made her feel... not entirely uncomfortable.

Yet there is still something...missing. No, not under there, but just...something that didn't quite fit the picture of this new identity that was thrust upon him. Demond looked around the restroom before sighing, hesitating for the fashion show-off to her...'husband'.

"I'm ready, Adrei. Let's go." Demond announced, as she emerged from her restroom, her voice still filled with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. He had chosen to keep his straight hair short, or tried to before the hair regenerated hack to her shoulders. A witch's body had its perks, he mused, but this was definitely inconvenient.

"You look quite... regal, in a peculiar way," Adrei commented, her dragon-like eyes gleaming with amusement. "The robe suits you, even if it is a bit flashy for a simple mage such as yourself."

"One more word and I will grind you to the coffee dust you sponsored, Adrei." Demond grinned, despite her words, as she stepped out of the restroom. The robe was definitely not her style, but the comfort was surprisingly pleasant. She felt a bit like a fish out of water, albeit with the sacrifce of soemthing in between her legs.

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As they left the home that had seen so much change, the sunset painted the sky in a canvas of warm oranges and fiery reds, mirroring Adrei's dragon form. The air was crisp with the promise of a cool evening as they took one last look at the old hut's room. It had been a symbol of hiding from the old mage's past and fears, now transformed into a monument of her rebirth.

Memories of her daughter's face filled Demond's mind as she stepped outside her hut, the afternoon glow kissing her new skin with a gentle warmth. As she decended the stairs with the Dragon in tow, she glanced at the Dragon, now in her human form. "Adrei, why the change of heart? Why me? And why like this?"

The golden-haired woman looked at her, her fiery eyes meeting Demond's gaze with a solemnity that seemed out of place amidst the whimsy of the transformation. "It's a simple matter. You saved me from my Father's violence, saved my kin from my Father's tyranny. And in doing so, you showed that the humans are to be feared, not despised with weaknesses. You have opened the door to the respect our arrogant kins would never have given freely. Now, the council sees a potential ally in you, a bridge that could lead to peace and prosperity for both our species."

Smirking, Adrei concluded. "And as a bride of mine, I am personally vouching for your worthiness. It's quite the honor, really."

"Pervert Dragon..." Demond mumbled under her breath as she followed Adrei out into the clearing, the setting sun casting long shadows over the once battle-torn earth. The forest had begun to heal, a testament to the power of time and the end of the conflict that had ravaged the land. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds returning to their nests.

Demond stopped at his feet, as she looked back to her old hut one last time. "Adrei, how do you...really feel about me? Don't tell you really were charmed by those old wrinkles of mine?"

She imagined her old self blinking in one eye with an idol pose, before shuttering in disgust. "Alright maybe not, absolutely not, but..." Demond swallowed, her voice trailing off as she tried to find the right words.

"But if our relationship can be concluded with 'love', I dare say instead, it is the bond of two beings who have seen the darkest hours of the forgotten history," Adrei spoke with a surprising vulnerability, her fiery eyes meeting Demond's with a softness that seemed to melt the tension in the air. "The old times were of war, but now we have a chance to write a new Chapter. One of peace, friendship, and perhaps something more. If that is what you wish to call it, love is as good as any other word, but a 'new beginning' is more accurate."

"A new beginning..." the former old mage muttered, as she blinked when Adrei summoned a mini-portal, before pulling out something wooden from it.

"Memories were not forgotten or abandoned in the blink of a transformation, nor could it be scorched clean by a dragon's whimsical decision." The dragon's palm, now holding a familiar staff, offered it to Demond. "But it remains our responsibilities, as leaders for our people, to set forth with the courage to embrace change. Not merely change for them, but change for our hearts too, I suppose."

The witch took the staff, her tiny hand now feeling the weight of the wood that once seemed...heavier than she expected. Her old friend, her companion through countless battles, felt almost alien in her grasp. Yet as she touched the wood that pulsed with the same energy she remembered, she felt a surge of mana and comfort that was unmistakably hers.

She chuckled. Right, she knew what was missing now.

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"Adrei. You knew of a spell to weave clothes into being, didn't you?" Demond asked, her cheeks flushing a tint of red as she held the elegant robe in front of herself. The dragon just smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

As the former old mage responded with a grin, Adrei could almost see the cogs turning in her mind. "Indeed, I do know such spells, but I thought it would be a more... enlightening experience for you to embrace your new form first."

"Not that. I was thinking since I'm a witch now," she pointed atop her long hair. "There is no way I'm going to a royal banquet without a large, large hat to hide these."

Adrei chuckled, a sound that seemed to warm the air around them. "Ah, that vanity of yours. But I do see your point."

With a wave of her hand, she conjured a blue, wide-brimmed hat that matched the royal blue of the robe. The hat, adorned with golden strips panned the color of the Dragon Queen's scales, was now at Adrei's hand. The witch blushed as Adrei, adorned with a warm smile, placed the hat on her head with a gentle touch. The dragon had always been surprisingly kind, especially after their fiery encounters. The large hat now covered her long locks. It was a perfect blend of elegance and practicality, something she never knew she needed.

She touched the soft silk of her new attire and felt a strange comfort. It was not the armor of a warrior, but the garb of a diplomat, a symbol of peace she now had to embody. And then, her hand touched Adrei's on her hat, the scales of her palm now a warm, human skin. The dragon looked at her, her smile genuine for her likings. It was a gesture that transcended their species, a silent promise of camaraderie.

"Alright then..." Demond sighed, releasing the dragon's hand and pulling up her hat atop her head with her fingers. The feather fluttered in the breeze, adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise solemn scene. "Let's go. I suppose we have a banquet to crash."

"A banquet to crash?" Adrei's laughter echoed through the clearing, a sound that was surprisingly delightful to Demond's new, more sensitive ears. "You tell of a historical event like it is a casual affair."

"Oh shut it, they should be honoured this old man is even showing his face!" Demond shot back with a playful scowl, though the excitement in her voice was undeniable. The prospect of seeing Alice again, after so much time and so much change, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

And with that, the journey of the Dragon Queen, alongside her witch bride, began, as they walked towards the horizon, leaving behind the solitary hut and the remnants of the old mage's life. The pixies around the treetops giggled their secrets to the wind as the unlikely couple passed, the forest alive with curiosity and a hint of fear at the presence of the great beast. But Adrei's steps were light, and her eyes never left Demond's new form.