Chapter Eight: The White-Haired Single Mother
Cunning Little Wolf?
Mentioning this Cunning Little Wolf made Yifu feel a sudden headache.
She was originally thinking of avoiding her this time, after all, it’s not like she could provoke a little wolf that she couldn’t tame, right?
But now, for Leia’s sake, she had to face that Cunning Little Wolf once more.
Fortunately, Yifu now had her own advantages. To the outside world, she was a witch who had already been executed, a genuine dead person, and even the Church acknowledged this.
So as long as she disguised herself a bit, starting fresh with a new identity wouldn’t be a problem at all.
In fact, there was no need to even change her name, since everyone knew Yifu was a Great Witch but no one knew the true name of this Great Witch.
After all, they usually referred to Yifu with titles like the infamous female devil, the evil witch, or that damned girl.
Otherwise, they would simply call her by her surname, Witch Lawrence.
No one was willing to believe that Yifu, a name that carried a sense of beauty and cuteness, belonged to an infamous witch.
“Isn’t it quite tricky?”
Leia cautiously spoke, observing the distress on Yifu’s face, looking a bit uneasy.
She really didn’t want to add trouble for Yifu, but she also wanted to escape this cage too badly.
“It’s fine, but you need to help me keep my witch identity a secret. Understand?”
“For the outside world, just declare… that I’m your long-lost mother, and you are my daughter.”
“As for that Holy Maiden maliciously withholding your scholarship and using the student loan contract to prevent your graduation, I naturally have a way to help you resolve it, but I’ll need to disguise myself.”
As a witch, changing her appearance was a piece of cake.
Though there was a risk of revealing flaws, unless she encountered someone significantly stronger than Yifu, her disguise would generally be impeccable.
At least in this country, only a handful of people could see through Yifu’s disguise.
Yifu’s striking crimson hair was simply too conspicuous; while beautiful, it could easily attract attention in a crowd.
After all, who doesn’t know that the Great Witch executed two years ago had a face captivating enough and the most dazzling crimson hair?
Yifu’s sorrowful appearance, akin to a crimson rose before execution, was imprinted deeply in the hearts of everyone who witnessed the execution.
Yifu vaguely recalled several girls under the gallows sighing in pity.
To be honest, if it weren’t for being a witch, just her cool yet somewhat spirited aura could probably bend even straight women with a flip of her hair.
So the primary goal was to find a way to cover up her fiery crimson hair.
Yifu had already considered this while being buried in the coffin, lost in thought.
As she silently chanted in her heart, the conspicuous fiery crimson strands gradually faded in color, transforming into an exquisite silvery white.
Silver hair was relatively common in this country; generally, those with some noble lineage had silver-white hair.
Her fiery red pupils were also gradually replaced by a cool blue, complemented by her delicate features and an expression that carried a hint of melancholy yet was undeniably heart-melting.
Together with her stunning figure that could entice a crowd, regardless of whether someone was looking at her feet or not.
Yifu felt that she was just a black skirt (bodycon) and white sweater outfit away from success; this image would be enough to elevate her beyond the heavens in the eyes of those who knew her.
So stunning to the extreme!
There was no way around it; Yifu was already beautiful. She could change her appearance, but she couldn’t make herself look bad.
Not that she couldn’t, but it was simply impossible. Her beauty was an existence that even the strongest magic could not diminish.
Although Yifu remained eye-catching after altering her image, she was at least distinguishable from that infamous crimson witch.
Now she was a white-haired single mother, the kind of presence that left everyone confused.
What kind of ill intentions could such a pitiful and melancholic single mother have? It was even more unlikely for anyone to associate her with an infamous witch.
Even Leia beside her couldn’t help but be entranced.
“She’s so beautiful…”
Leia’s mouth slightly agape, she was stunned into silence for quite a while.
“Have you eaten enough? Once we’re full, we’ll be off, but considering we are up against the exalted Holy Maiden, we still need to visit someone first.”
