"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 6: Possible Speculations on the Cause of Jiang Cha's Amnesia
 

Jiang Cha no longer felt surprised by the magical elements hidden within this seemingly medieval world of witches.
In a society where subspace rail cars were used for commuting and brooms were tools for space travel, spatial expansion and teleportation portals didn’t seem all that unbelievable.
She had no past to begin with—no memory—so adapting to all of this came easy. The slight discomfort only came from remnants of “common sense” that still lingered in her mind.

And even that, she had mostly tossed aside.
What did catch her off guard was what she saw when she stepped through the portal. Instead of a dormitory room, she entered a European-style fortress that felt straight out of a fantasy story.
A deep red carpet stretched across the wide stone hall. A crystal chandelier sparkled from the tall ceiling. A staircase curved upward toward the second floor, and a colorful, abstract oil painting hung on the far wall, radiating a faint magical aura.

Besides the glowing blue portal behind her, the place looked exactly like the lord’s castle you’d expect in a historical film or fantasy novel.
Film?
The word flashed across her mind, and with it came a rush of meaning from her leftover common sense. That odd disconnect between her expectations and this world finally made a little more sense.

So… is this fantasy? Or time travel?
She was starting to get an idea of her origins, but more evidence was needed. For now, she could only settle herself in this confusing place called Aislyn Witch Academy.
“I thought I’d teleport straight into my bedroom,” Jiang Cha said with a dry smile.

“Witches are complicated creatures,” Qu Sinan replied with a soft sigh. “We pursue advanced magical research, new mysteries, and cutting-edge applications—but when it comes to daily life, we like things that feel a little retro. Old habits from centuries ago still stick around.”
She raised a hand, tapping her chin with a thoughtful look that was clearly just for show. “It’s what people in another world might call... Magic Punk?”
“That actually makes a lot of sense,” Jiang Cha said with a shrug, concealing her own memories of a tech-dominated world.

“You’ll understand more when you reach third year. If you’re good enough, you might even get a chance in second year. Witch training is very hands-on. With your magic power, I’m sure some instructor will want to take you outside the academy.”
Jiang Cha didn’t quite catch the deeper meaning of that and just nodded politely, thinking it sounded like a school trip.
“Sounds like something to look forward to.”

“Oh, only someone brand new would say that,” Sinan chuckled. “Anyway, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
They walked slowly through the castle-like dormitory. Though the interior was much larger than its outer appearance suggested, it was still technically student housing. They eventually reached the last door on the right side of the second floor.
“This is your room. Your roommates are in class right now. You can meet them tonight. You’re not shy, are you?”
“Not really.”

“Good. You’ve got the afternoon to settle in. Head over to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up your textbooks. Classes start this evening. You’re already a month behind—and with the memory loss...”
“But don’t stress too much. First-year classes are simple. Or you could just hang out with your roommates. Up to you.”
Qu Sinan seemed to be speeding up. She was clearly eager to finish her duties and leave.

“Thank you, Senior. I just have one more question.”
“Hmm?”
“My memories.”

“Oh, right.”
Sinan lightly slapped her own forehead. “I forgot to explain that. Your memory loss isn’t the usual kind. Normally, the brain stores knowledge and experience in separate areas. Your experience memory—the part that stores personal events—was severely damaged. The cells there were practically wiped out. Then, probably because you awakened as a witch, your brain reconstructed itself.”
Seeing Jiang Cha’s stunned expression, she quickly added, “Don’t look so scared. Witches—especially powerful ones—are nearly immortal. A damaged brain is just like a scraped elbow.”

“But your case is unique. Your old brain structure was destroyed. It’s like... if you had a hard drive and the files were deleted, we could recover them. But if the drive itself is broken with no backup, there’s no fixing that.”
“…Wow.”
Strangely, Jiang Cha understood all of this. Apparently, the biology of beings in this world wasn’t so different from what she remembered. So, if Sinan’s explanation was accurate, her lost memories were likely gone forever.

And honestly, she didn’t feel that bad about it.
If she really was a time traveler—someone from another era or even another world—restoring those memories might only bring more confusion. Some secrets were better left alone.
The real shock was that part about witches being immortal.

Not dying even if your brain is pierced… is that still considered human?
“Even regular witches are shocked when they learn that,” Sinan said. “It’s something everyone goes through at the start. If you’re curious, head to the library. Just scan your pass card. No need for witch gold—but you can only access books for your level.”
“Okay. It’s getting late. I’ll head off now.”

“Thanks again, Senior. I’ll visit the library later.”
“No doubt we’ll see each other again~”
With a wave, Sinan disappeared in an instant.

There wasn’t even much magical residue left behind. Jiang Cha’s upgraded brain barely registered any clues. Probably a teleportation spell similar to the portal.
“Well... time to organize my thoughts.”
She sat down on the bed. The room was standard—just a desk, a wardrobe, and the bed—but this “dorm” also came with a living room, bathroom, kitchen, balcony, and even a private study.

Four of these suites fit inside what looked like a 200-square-meter villa.
Standard five-person dorm.
Still, all that seemed mundane compared to the glowing virtual screen that flickered from her wrist.

Magic... technology?
Either way, the research institute showed just how massive the gap really was.
“My secret... maybe it’s not much of a secret. Still, better to keep quiet about it.”

She’d noticed how sharp her thinking had °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° become since waking up. She later learned that was the effect of her inherent magic. Now that she had a moment to reflect, she realized just how fast her brain processed things.
At this rate, it wasn’t a stretch to call it something more than a human brain. A quantum computer would be more accurate.
In under a second, she had already analyzed the situation.

She knew almost nothing about this world’s upper limits. Her senior had casually implied that witches could travel across the world—or even across planets.
Time travel might not even be rare here.
But hers involved time, not just space. That was probably something this world’s witches hadn’t fully grasped.

So it was best to stay quiet about it.
For now, there was one priority…
Guuu...

Her stomach growled.
“Let’s get something to eat.”
Using the map on her pass card, Jiang Cha hopped on the commuter bus and reached the cafeteria almost instantly.

Yes, the school had a cafeteria.
Witches could also cook their own meals in dorm kitchens or use delivery services run by elves. But more importantly—
The cafeteria was free.

She didn’t have any money anyway.
Of course, her goal wasn’t just to eat. Even though she was hungry and the food smelled great, Jiang Cha spent over half an hour here—not just eating but also observing.
The place was quiet. Even the chefs were magic puppets she couldn’t understand.

Once full, she got up.
“Dean’s office… and textbooks. What would a witch’s textbook even look like?”
She was genuinely curious. If they already had wearable tech like optical computers, surely they weren’t still handing out printed books.

This was way beyond even tablet-based learning.
So when she followed the map to the edge of the woods, she was excited.
This was a whole new world.

But then…
She saw it.
A small, worn-down wooden house tucked into the trees. It looked exactly like the kind of cabin a witch would use for quiet isolation. A wooden sign hung from the front:

【Academic Affairs Office】
The characters were written in Chinese.
“…What kind of twisted culture clash is this?”

She had no words. Only complaints.