Chapter 905 – Anita’s Return

As that familiar figure leapt lightly into the crowd, the entire venue fell silent for an instant before erupting into incredulous cheers!

“Lady Anita! You… you’ve awakened?” Pushila’s voice trembled, tears glistening in her eyes.

During the Witch race’s weakest and most difficult times, Anita had torn apart the night sky countless times with her dazzling fireworks, repelling powerful enemies and sheltering the entire Witch race. She was the source of security for countless vulnerable witches, an existence that struck terror into the hearts of all enemies.

After that fateful incident, this greatest guardian of the Witch race had vanished from everyone’s sight.

All anyone knew was that the two Sorceresses, Traci and Carmela, had endured tremendous hardship to bring back Anita’s soul from another world.

She had already completely transformed into a member of the Artifact Spirit race through the art of life Alchemy, her flesh and soul fully merged with the Fireworks Wand. She stood guard over the defensive magic formation of the Wilds, silently protecting this land.

And her soul had fallen into a long slumber, digesting the ancient heritage of the Artifact Spirit race.

Now, seeing her standing here with a radiant smile, just as vibrant as before, the witches were overwhelmed with emotion.

Anita puffed out her cheeks indignantly and stood on her tiptoes, reaching out to pinch Pushila’s cheeks and give them a gentle tug.

“What’s with all this ‘Lady’ nonsense! It’s only been a hundred-some years since we last met — how did you become so formal?”

Her eyes were wide and round, her pink twin-tails swaying gently with her movements. “Call me Anita! Did you hear me? It’s Anita! By Artifact Spirit age standards, I’m still just a little kid! But my soul is still that of a pure Sorceress, so if you average the two out, I’m roughly just coming of age now, big sis Pushila~”

That familiar gesture and playful tone instantly shattered the barrier of time.

Pushila, her cheeks still being tugged, froze for a moment before the rims of her eyes reddened slightly. Finally, a smile of relief spread across her face as she softly replied, “Alright, Anita… welcome back.”

Anita was like a cheerful little bird, going around hugging and greeting every witch one by one. Everyone seemed to be a good friend of hers. When she noticed the four unfamiliar faces at the center of the crowd, her eyes instantly lit up.

She bounced over to the four of them and excitedly circled around them. “While I was sleeping, Carmela, Traci, and Amisha were constantly talking about you in my ear! They said the Witch race suddenly gained four super~ amazing Sorceresses!”

As she spoke, Anita leaned in close to Mo Lan, practically pressing her face against hers.

“You’re the legendary Card Sorceress Moira, aren’t you — the super-hardworking one whose business talent rivals the Goblins? After I woke up, I saw the materials in the shop and almost thought I was still dreaming! There were so many amazing things! My power had dropped quite a bit, but after secluding myself and refining materials all the way through, I’ve recovered to Sixth Rank! Give me a little more time, and getting back to Seventh Rank won’t be a problem either!”

Then she turned to Lilith. “You’re Lilith, the Blood Sorceress, right? Your blood fusion spell is so cool! And the craziest part is, even though I’ve transformed into an Artifact Spirit, I can still use your Magic — fusing those bloods and everything! It’s incredible!”

Next, she winked at Sylph. “You’re the Hybrid Sorceress, the creator of the Witch Tree — Sylph, right? I’ve learned your Magic too! Once I find some free time, I’m definitely going to grow an entire forest of little witches and have them all call me Mama!”

Finally, she grabbed Vasida’s hands, her eyes curving into happy crescents. “You’re Vasida, the Devouring Sorceress, right? You have no idea — Amisha kept bringing all kinds of delicious-smelling food to eat right in front of me whether she had reason to or not, especially these past few years! The aroma was so maddening that my soul was practically rolling around in agony! The fact that I woke up this quickly is absolutely thanks in part to those dishes!”

She even made an exaggerated deep-breathing gesture as if still savoring the memory. “I heard all those mouthwatering dishes were made by you? That’s amazing!”

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she stood on her tiptoes and looked around. “Oh right, where’s Amisha? Why isn’t she here yet? Don’t tell me she found out I’m awake and is hiding somewhere because she’s afraid I’ll settle the score with some ‘fireworks’?”

She rattled off this entire barrage before Traci gently took hold of her arm. “Anita,” Traci said with a helpless smile, “let them get a word in.”

Only then did Anita stop, looking sheepish. “Sorry, it’s been so long since I’ve talked! Seeing so many friends all at once — I just got too excited!”

Mo Lan and the others couldn’t help but chuckle at Anita’s lively demeanor. This legendary Fireworks Witch was even more adorable than they had imagined.

Before they could chat much longer, an enticing aroma drifted over on the breeze.

Everyone turned to see that Amisha had arrived at some point, having set up several long tables. “It’s dinnertime! Everyone, let’s eat and chat!”

“A! Mi! Sha!” The Fireworks Wand appeared in Anita’s hand. “Come play with fireworks with me — put on a show for everyone!”

“Ahem, ahem.” Amisha cleared her throat twice and flashed an ingratiating smile at Anita. “All those dishes I ate in front of you before — I’ve prepared supersized versions of every single one.”

She immediately cast the Magical Feast.

In an instant, countless exquisite delicacies, perfect in color, aroma, and flavor, covered the long tables. Alongside them, large quantities of neatly arranged {gourmet cards} were stacked to the side, radiating an alluring glow.

“Food is really best enjoyed hot,” Amisha said, trying her best to sound sincere. “As for that… fireworks show or whatever, how about we just skip it?”

She had deliberately timed her appearance to coincide with dinner, precisely because she was afraid this supremely grudge-holding Fireworks Witch would settle old scores.

Anita’s gaze swung rapidly back and forth between the mouthwatering feast on the table and Amisha. Her small nose twitched delicately, sniffing the complex aromas wafting through the air. Only then, with a show of great reluctance, did she put away the Fireworks Wand — which had already begun flickering with dangerously colorful light — and charged toward the dining table with a cheer, moving so fast she left only an afterimage where she’d stood.

“After all these years, Anita’s speed when charging toward a dining table hasn’t slowed down one bit — if anything, it’s gotten faster!” Carmela watched that swift retreating figure and couldn’t help but whisper to Traci beside her with a laugh.

Traci also let out a helpless smile and shook her head. “It seems the temptation of food will always be her greatest ‘weakness.'”

Anita swept up to the table like a cheerful pink whirlwind, but rather than digging in immediately, her eyes gleamed as she first pulled out a {Dietary Fortification Card} and used it.

Lilith’s sharp eyes caught it right away. “She’s learned Gourmet Hypersense!”

Gourmets were a humanoid magical race from Gurgling Gurgling Gourmet World. Their five senses were naturally enhanced, especially their sense of taste, which was extraordinarily keen.

Lilith had extracted the Blood Magic ability “Gourmet Hypersense” from the Gourmet blood that Vasida had brought back.