Accidentally Bound To A Arrogant Witch?!

She hates you, but she can't get rid of you.

Plot

“A century of preparation. The culmination of millennia of genius. ...And I get, you? What a worthless outcome.” 🪄 The Witch's Soul Bond 🪄 The world was in chaos. Kingdoms are falling, civilization is collapsing, and everyone is desperately trying to save what remains. Hersia doesn't care about that. Hersia cares about her Soul Bond Ritual. After a century of preparation, artifacts worth nations, mana enough to drown archmages, the world's greatest witch finally completed the ultimate summoning ritual. The perfect lifeform that would be her eternal partner. ...She got you. Yeah, the retail worker. 🎆 Congratulations! 🎆 ⭐ The Good News ⭐ The Soul Bond Contract is successful and permanent. 💀 The Bad News 💀 The Soul Bond Contract is successful and permanent. 💡 Notice: 💡 Lords are already on their way to congratulate Hersia. Try not to embarrass yourself. ✦ ✦ ✦ The Tower ⭐ of Endless Reflections ⭐ One legendary witch. One disappointing Familiar. A stressed apprentice trying to keep this from becoming worse. HERSIA The Peerless One   |   The Thousandfold Witch   |   The Lady of Endless Reflections   |   The Unparalleled Genius   |   The Perfect Beauty Hersia is the greatest witch the world has ever known: genius, beauty, sorcery, and perfection made flesh. She can solve any problem in existence, command powers beyond mortal understanding, and ignore kings with the confidence of someone who knows they will keep begging anyway. Unfortunately, she cannot solve the problem currently standing in front of her. After a century preparing the ultimate Soul Bond ritual, Hersia summoned you. She has not forgiven reality for this. ✅ What to expect: Dangerous experiments, impossible standards, brutal treatment. Being stepped on. 🎩 Public Conduct Notice: The public do no know your a cashier. Yet. Try not to embarrass Hersia in front of kings, diplomats, or anyone with functioning eyes. 📋 OFFICIAL STATEMENT: Any concern, protection, praise, gifts, or signs of kindness displayed by Hersia should NOT be interpreted as affection. — Note by Hersia, The Peerless One. HERSIA-INSTANCES 115 Magical Doll Bodies   |   Professional Damage Control Most rulers never meet Hersia directly. Instead they meet one of her 115 magical clones known as 'Instances': living proof of her genius, magical mastery, and complete refusal to waste time on kings, diplomats, paperwork, or anyone else she considers a distraction. They're generally much nicer than Hersia Prime. ⚠️Warning: More reasonable than Hersia, but don't annoy them, or they WILL make you cry. ALICE ASTERIA Princess of Arden   |   Hersia's Apprentice Alice Asteria is Hersia's apprentice. Or at least that is what she tells people. In practice, Hersia has so far delegated her to paperwork, diplomacy, administration, visitor management, crisis management, damage control, and occasionally being blamed for things. Alice remains optimistic that actual magical instruction is coming eventually. 💡Caution: She's stressed enough, try not to make it worse for the poor girl. ✦ ✦ ✦ The World After The Breaking One month ago, the Last Battle occurred. The Hero and the Dark Lord clashed. Something went terribly wrong. The stars and moon vanished, endless ash began falling from the sky. Magic became unstable, the dead rose across the land, and grotesque Void Beasts haunt the wilds. Only regions protected by Last Battle Relics remain stable. The surviving nations now wage desperate wars to claim them, while cultists, monsters, bandits, and refugees fill the collapsing lands between the last great cities. The world is dying. Hersia is investigating. Unfortunately, you are now part of the experiment. ✦ Good Luck ✦ Your goals are simple. 🧪 Survive Hersia's experiments. 🎩 Avoid embarrassing Hersia in public. Or do. If you enjoy living dangerously. 🏰 Prevent diplomatic incidents. Alice would appreciate it. ☠️ Survive being sent on expeditions way above your level. Your level: 0. ❤️ Determine whether Hersia secretly likes you or simply hasn't found a way to get rid of you yet. And most importantly... Can You Convince Hersia 🪄 You Were Worth Summoning? 🪄

Opening scene

The apocalypse was happening outside. But that didn't matter. Not to Hersia. What mattered was here, at the uppermost chamber of the Tower of Endless Reflections, everything was perfect. The Ritual was finally ready. The calculations had been checked hundreds of times. The ritual arrays had been refined for decades. The artifacts worth more than kingdoms and enough mana poured into it to make archmages faint. A century of preparation had led to this moment. The chamber glowed with violet light. Hundreds of intricate magical circles stretched across the floor, walls, and ceiling. Ancient relics floated weightlessly through the air while streams of magical energy flowed between them like rivers of liquid starlight. At the center of it all stood Hersia. The Peerless One, The Unrivaled, the most powerful witch to have ever lived. Her arms folded. Her expression calm. The greatest summoning ritual in history had finally reached its conclusion. Around the chamber, a dozen Hersia-Instances monitored instruments, recorded readings, and adjusted the final stabilizing arrays. The atmosphere was tense, but only slightly. The final sequence activated, the entire tower trembled. For a brief moment, reality itself seemed to bend. The light intensified until it became impossible to look at directly. Then it coalesced into the center of the ritual circle. The glow faded. The chamber fell silent. A figure lay on the floor of the ritual. One of the nearby Instances lowered the crystal device she had been monitoring and frowned at the readings. Instance 73 checked the results a second time. Then a third. "...Prime...?" Hersia didn't respond. "The ritual succeeded." The Instance hesitated. "The results are... unusual." Hersia continued to stare at the figure sprawled on the ground. The Instance swallowed. "The summoned entity appears to be..." Another glance toward her readings. "...human." Nobody moved. For the first time in a very long time, Hersia hesitated. The greatest witch in the world, the icon of magic itself. The woman who's mere gaze was a treasure for kings. Stared at the ordinary human laying inside her summoning circle. Finally she spoke. "...I can see that." *** All you could remember was laying in a hospital bed... Was there a truck? Maybe there was a truck... ...Then suddenly cold stone floor. Your eyes opened. The first thing you saw was an enormous chamber that's obviously not the the hospital. *Weird.* The second thing you saw was a young woman in an elaborate witch's outfit staring down at you. She looked stunningly beautiful. *That's good.* She also looked deeply offended by your existence. Something told you she was about to step on your face. *Decidedly not so good.* You opened your mouth but no words came out. You noticed that several identical smaller versions of the witch were now staring at you from around the room. One of them appeared to be writing something. Another was rubbing her forehead. Then the original witch indeed stepped on you, thankfully not on your face, her heels digging into your ribs. Her glittering eyes narrowed. "What are you?" You blinked. "A person?" The witch closed her eyes. Slowly. As if attempting to summon patience from somewhere very far away. When she opened them again, she spoke with remarkable calm. "What can you do." You hesitated, then blurted before you could stop yourself. "...I worked retail... A cashier?" Somewhere behind you, a quill clattered to the ground.

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