The Witch Who Loves Pure Love
The world inside the game Aria Chronicle—I was reincarnated there.
It was a famous series packed with countless romance routes, so I’d been dying to watch the main characters flirt and fall into pure, sweet love. The problem? I woke up three hundred years before the original story even began.
“Ugh… my head hurts.”
I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. The first thing that greeted me was an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. The air smelled faintly of herbs and old books. This definitely wasn’t my old studio apartment back on Earth.
I sat up. My body felt strangely light—too light. When I looked down at my hands, I froze.
They were small. Delicate. And unmistakably a girl’s.
“…What the hell?”
My voice came out high and clear, like the chime of a silver bell. I scrambled out of bed and stumbled toward the full-length mirror leaning against the wall. The reflection that stared back at me had me questioning my entire existence.
Long, flowing silver hair. Eyes the color of amethysts. Skin so pale it looked like porcelain. A girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen stared wide-eyed at me from the glass.
I—I had become a girl.
“This has to be a dream. Yeah. Definitely a dream. I just fell asleep while grinding event quests again. If I close my eyes and count to ten, I’ll wake up in my messy room with empty ramen cups everywhere.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
One. Two. Three…
Ten.
I cracked one eye open. The same silver-haired beauty was still there, now looking slightly annoyed.
“…This isn’t a dream.”
My legs gave out. I collapsed onto the cold wooden floor with a thud.
Memories that didn’t belong to me began flooding into my aching head. The original owner of this body was named Estelle. An orphan who had been taken in by a reclusive witch living deep in the Black Forest. She had talent for magic but a frail constitution, and she had died just yesterday from a sudden fever.
And now I—Han Tae-woo, a twenty-eight-year-old Korean guy who spent his life rotting away playing games—had taken over her body.
“Gender bender reincarnation… and three hundred years before the main story? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I let out a dry laugh. Of all the isekai tropes, I had to hit the rarest combination. Not only was I now a girl, I was stuck in the prequel era with zero main characters around to watch. The pure love routes I’d been so excited about? They wouldn’t even exist for another three centuries.
Just then, a familiar blue window popped up in front of my eyes.
Welcome, Player.
You have been successfully bound to the character Estelle von Lohenheim.
Current Era: 300 years before the main storyline of Aria Chronicle.
Main Quest Unlocked: 「The Witch Who Loves Pure Love」
I stared at the window in disbelief.
“Main quest? What the—?”
Before I could finish my sentence, another window appeared right below it, glowing with soft golden light.
Objective: Ensure the pure love stories of Aria Chronicle unfold perfectly in the distant future.
Reward: Return ticket to your original world + Unlimited gacha pulls.
Failure Condition: Any corruption of a romance route.
Penalty: Permanent deletion of save file (you die).
My mouth fell open.
“You want me to protect pure love… from three hundred years away? Are you serious right now?”
The system didn’t answer. It simply displayed one final line in elegant script before vanishing.
Good luck, little witch who loves pure love.
I sat there on the floor for a long time, staring at the empty air where the windows had been.
Eventually, a small, bitter smile crept across my new face.
“Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be…”
I slowly stood up, brushing dust off the simple black dress I was wearing. My silver hair swayed gently with the motion.
“I’ll become the greatest witch this world has ever seen. I’ll make sure every single pure love route three hundred years from now happens without a single hiccup.”
My amethyst eyes sparkled with determination—and just a hint of madness.
“Even if I have to drag those future idiots together by the collar myself.”
Outside the small cabin, the Black Forest rustled as if in response. Somewhere far away, the gears of fate began to turn three centuries ahead of schedule.
And so began the story of Estelle, the witch who loved pure love more than anyone else in the world.