All Chapters of The Reborn Witch Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The setting sun cast long shadows in the hallway as Chihara dragged her tired feet up the stairs. “I’m home!” she called out, her voice echoing faintly in the quiet house.The hallway was adorned with a gallery of family photos—each frame capturing a moment of shared joy and warmth. A faded tapestry of memories hung on the walls, giving the house a lived-in, nostalgic feel. The light from the setting sun filtered through the lace curtains, creating a warm, golden hue that bathed the space in a comforting glow.Her mom, Adelia Joy, emerged from the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist. The apron was decorated with cheerful, multicolored flowers that seemed to match the vibrant and welcoming ambiance of the kitchen. Adelia wielded a spatula with practiced ease, the aroma of a home-cooked meal wafting through the air.“Welcome back, honey! Are you hungry?” she asked with a radiant smile that could brighten the dullest of days.“No, Mommy. I’m tired. I’m going to take a nap first,” Chih

An hour later, they arrived at the castle gate.Both of them stepped out of the sleek, black car, the engine’s low rumble fading into the distance as they approached the massive, iron-clad gate. The castle loomed ahead, its towering spires piercing the cloudy evening sky. The gate was an imposing structure, adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and ancient symbols that spoke of the castle’s storied history.Several guards, their uniforms crisp and polished, stood sentinel in front of the gate. Each guard was armed with a menacing rifle, their faces obscured by the harsh, flickering light of the torches that lined the entrance. Their eyes were cold and calculating, scanning each individual who approached with a predatory intensity that seemed to pierce through the dark.The guards exhibited a demeanor that was both detached and clinical. Their scrutiny extended beyond mere physical inspection; it felt as though they were assessing every hidden thought and intention, thei

Prince Ariel took Rara’s hand, his movements graceful and deliberate. He bowed deeply, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. Rara’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she felt the warmth of his lips and saw the playful glint in his eyes.“May I have the honor of this dance, my Queen?”Rara nodded, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She attempted a smile, but her nerves were making her lips tremble slightly. The sudden shift in her circumstances was disorienting.Her stomach churned with nervousness as she bit her lip, trying to suppress the anxiety crawling down her spine. Her palm grew cold, and she could feel the icy sweat trickling down her back.The grand hall was alive with the soft strains of classical music. Couples danced elegantly, their movements synchronized to the melody. The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric and the muted laughter of guests.Rara lowered her gaze, unable to muster the courage to meet Prince Ariel’s eyes. Instead,

“Your Highness, please forgive her!” Sensing the gravity of the situation, Prince Ariel sprang to his feet and bowed deeply toward the queen, his voice trembling slightly.Consort Watelonu’s face darkened, her features twisting into a mask of rage as she watched her son’s submissive gesture. The usually elegant lines of her face were now marred by an expression of contempt and fury.Her eyes flicked toward Rara, sharp and cold, betraying a simmering hatred. The contemptuous glance was brief but searing.Rara bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. She dared not lift her eyes to meet the accusing stares that seemed to burn into her.‘It’s your fault! Why did you remind me of home?!’Inside Rara’s mind, Hara buzzed around like an agitated bee, her anxieties amplifying every second.‘Stop.’(Oh my god! We're gonna die!)‘Stop!’(A

Rara waited, her anxiety mounting with every passing moment. The old man had been dragged away hours ago, and the silence in her cell felt oppressive. Every creak of the old mansion seemed to echo her growing concern.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Assistant Panda appeared, his imposing figure framed by the dim light of the hallway. Rara looked up, surprised to see him, her heart fluttering with a mix of hope and suspicion.“Why am I being released?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Did something happen to the old man?”Assistant Panda’s eyes were cold and unreadable. “You’re coming with me.”They exited the mansion and approached a sleek black car waiting by the ornate palace gates. Rara’s curiosity was piqued, but Assistant Panda’s impassive demeanor offered no clues. As she glanced out of the car window, the world outside seemed to blur into an indistinct haze.“We’re going to watch a show,” Assistant Panda said with a hint of irritation in his voice.Rara’s eyebrows