Witch Circle 9 Transmigrated To Marry

Chapter 1

Kean Ryoneore opened his eyes and found himself inside a strange room. All sides of the walls are pure white but the conditions on the floor are very messy, which is inversely proportional.

Kean immediately sat down and immediately his temple throbbed. He reflexively wanted to use healing magic to relieve the pain in his head. But the next moment nothing happened.

Kean confusedly looked at his left hand. He tried again, this time by chanting a spell but still to no avail.

This condition is really strange because Kean Ryoneore is the 9th circle magician. Not only was healing magic trivial enough for him to be able to use it without casting spells, but also he was a famous figure in the Yodora continent and was enough for nobles to honor him for his strength.

But now he could not even use that most basic of healing magic!

Kean's shaken. How not if the magic circle 9 was the one he was most proud of. But now he did not even have 1 circle.

*Tok tock

"Young master, are you awake?"

Kean immediately calmed himself down as soon as he heard a foreign voice behind the door. Stranger because Kean was sure he didn't know the person behind the door, and he wasn't a young master at all.

Because he is homeless. Before becoming a witch she was sold by her parents as a slave to a fairly well-known noble family. Taking care of their house is her daily life that she does not want to remember.

Because he was often underestimated and even accused of laziness by irresponsible servants. Just to trouble him even though with a lot of work they throw at him as if not satisfied.

But there was one thing that kept him from all that torment. Witchcraft. Kean likes magic.

Not because it can attack, defend, and heal. But only because they shine. Kean was very fond of the colorful rays when someone used magic.

With just this he survived. Have hope for tomorrow. Because of that, he often asked for jobs to clean up the training arena where the magician soldiers were. And if he can't even sneak.

At some point, something that changed his life happened. Kean was very grateful for the incident. Although not a good memory.

The mansion of the noble family where he worked was ambushed by the rival host. Kean at that time did not know what problem was the cause because he was just one of the lowly servants.

But the host was killed and it caused panic. I don't know what hatred he had, but the entire mansion was burned to the ground. Kean fled from the chaos of the warrior battle into the forest.

But he remains wounded. His 14-year-old short legs are not able to run as fast as possible. Even being stepped on by people running in panic.

"If only I could use magic." Kean said slowly. Stretched out his hand like the magician he had seen in the training arena, in a state between conscious and unconscious.

His eyes had already blurred and Kean could not see clearly, even in the dark. But he remembered that speck of green light. With a warm feeling throughout his body.

Kean reminded himself not to fall asleep in the forest, but his eyes remained closed. With a 20-centimeter-long wound on his leg it had healed without a trace. Her skin was deathly pale like a corpse, yet her lips were smiling very sweetly.

"Young master?" The voice behind the door sounded again.

Kean finally regained consciousness from his past memories and told the person behind the door to enter. The door opened and featured a middle-aged man with an upright back. The middle-aged man walked in and bowed to him.

"Young master, have you decided? I don't think a marriage arranged by a master would be so bad. At least you can stay away from those who oppress you." the servant advised sincerely.

A wedding? Kean was currently completely confused by the state he could not use magic. Now the man says one more problem about marriage that he knows nothing about. Which frustrates him even deeper.

"Don't talk about it first. I'm hungry, prepare food." Kean said as he got up from his seat.

"Sorry young master, there is currently only bread and eggs for you because the mistress does not allow me to use any ingredients in the kitchen for you" said the waiter with a little fear.

"It's okay, just get that ready."

"Good." After that the waiter left and left Kean alone in his room.

"What a bad situation" Kean thought. He could almost project a dog's blood drama on his brain. Starting from the story of the illegitimate child, stepmother, exclusion and oppression.

For the oppression of Kean is not the origin of guessing. From the moment he moved he felt pain all over his body. Kean walks into the bathroom and finds a full-body mirror through his body's memories.

And it's true. Behind the clothes were many bruises, both old and new. Makes it look like a vine because everywhere there are blue, purple and red patches.

Now Kean has no magic and cannot heal himself. It would also seem suspicious if he recovered suddenly. And Kean guessed it wouldn't be good to stay here too long.

His injuries will only increase if he stays here. It might not even have the calmness to absorb the spiritual power to recover its magic.

"Maybe getting married wouldn't be so bad. I was also single to death before."