The Reincarnated Eldest Witch Sister Embraces Self-Sacrifice - Chapter 8: City Date

Walking home, I pondered whether to report Bronte’s plan to the guards.

I had rejected her proposal, but if realized, it could create a better world for witches.

Yet, I couldn’t endorse Bronte’s plan.

If a witches’ rebellion caused civilian casualties, the public’s anger would inevitably turn towards my sisters.

Reluctantly, I decided Bronte needed to be apprehended.

I detoured to the guard station, reporting the events and suggesting Bronte as the likely perpetrator of the mass murder.

Given her wartime prowess, I doubted she’d be easily caught.

I hoped the guards would manage somehow.

Arriving home later than usual, Hecate greeted me.

“Welcome home, Ulgiar Nee-san. You’re later than usual today.”

“Yes, I had additional tasks to handle. Anything you need?”

“Just confirming tomorrow’s outing with you.”

Indeed, I had promised to go out with her tomorrow, perhaps for Western sweets.

“Then it’s settled. We must prepare for tomorrow.”

“Indeed, especially since you’re indifferent to fashion. We must dress you up.”

I smiled wryly at her comment. I had been indifferent to attire, usually wearing plain clothes.

However, on outings with my sisters recently, they’d dress me in vivid, cute clothes.

I did not want to dismiss their efforts, so I wore these outfits on such occasions.

Their reactions to my first fashionable appearance were unforgettable – Istos repeatedly called me cute, Demeter hugged me without hesitation, and Hecate was emotionally frozen.

Tomorrow, a set of clothes would likely await me.

I looked forward to the outing as a change of pace from the recent gloomy news.

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As expected, a bright, aqua-colored corset dress was prepared in my closet the next day.

After dressing, I prepared breakfast.

“Ulgiar Nee-san, how do you like today’s outfit?”

“It’s hard for me to judge. I’m not used to such clothes.”

“You should wear them more often.”

“I’ll pass. They seem too troublesome for everyday wear.”

After breakfast, Hecate and I left for our outing, heading to a new Western confectionery in town.

This was my first time in such a shop, even counting my previous life, and I felt a bit nervous.

The shop was curious, with familiar sweets like shortcakes and macarons but also peculiar ones like infinity-shaped donuts and tentacle-like jellies.

Not feeling adventurous, I chose a shortcake and Hecate an apple pie.

We sat on the terrace outside the shop.

The shortcake tasted reassuringly familiar from my past life.

“Sometimes, a sweet treat like this is nice.”

“I’m glad. Let’s share a bite of each other’s sweets.”

Hecate gazed at me and opened her mouth, expecting me to feed her, an “aah” moment.

I obliged, cutting a bite of cake for her. She blushed slightly, eating with delight.

In return, I sampled her apple pie.

“I wanted to feed you too…”

“It’s fine. It would be too embarrassing.”

Our outing continued, with Hecate playing dress-up with me in a clothing store and taking a leisurely walk through unfamiliar parts of the city.

As the day waned, we entered a bookstore for a final stop.

This world’s bookstores sold regular books and magical tomes essential for non-witches to use magic.

Ordinary people can’t use magic inherently, but reading these tomes enables them to do so.

However, once read, these tomes lose their power and turn blank.

Witches like us also benefit from new magic in these tomes.

But the useful ones were prohibitively expensive.

Usually, we just browsed without buying.

This time, however, I found an interesting book, “The Comprehensive Guide to Magical Tool Creation,” filled with methods for creating various magical items.

Whether or not I could make these tools, reading about them was intriguing.

I purchased the book, and Hecate bought a newly released monster encyclopedia.

“Nee-san, were you having fun today?”

“Yes, very much. Much better than walking the city alone.”

As we walked home bathed in the sunset, I silently took Hecate’s fidgeting hand.

She beamed, gently leaning against me.