In the realm of witches, I was superior—their Queen—highly powerful, holding the knowledge of every form of magic, from the simplest spell to the most latent force.
But here I am, fighting with humans and dealing with them without my magic.
Hmm… you're probably wondering why I'm here. I'll tell you briefly—short and painful.
I was demoted.
Yeah. Yeah. Not the Queen anymore.
The former Queen.
Shit happens to me all the time.
They could have sent me to other realms as punishment—demons, vampires, elves, fairies, mixed races, or even shit-headed werewolves. Oops, I forgot to mention—this isn't just demotion. This is punishment.
Okay, fine. No one powerful enough can punish me because I'm the Queen—
ugh.
The former Queen.
Shuhhh…
I can't deal with humans. And I definitely can't deal with my two idiot neighbours. Their loud noises drag me out of my trance—or you could call it bad memories. The punishment kind. Sad.
In the human realm, I'm a chemist—dealing with drugs and chemicals, inventing and discovering things. It matches my powers perfectly.
Hmm…
Except I lost all my magic.
How am I supposed to get used to that?
I live—no, survive—in a small city that also happens to be the capital of India: Delhi. Everything's fine—
shit.
No. It's the worst place you could ever punish someone to live in.
But then again, punishment is supposed to be the worst, right? To make you reflect on your mistakes—which I never accepted, of course. Because it wasn't my fault.
As a result, here I am, fighting with my neighbours over space they occupy without my consent. Since, obviously, it's my place.
Anyway, life can't get any worse… right?
Phone rings.
ILA: Hello! Ila here.
Manager (shouting): Your manager! How dare you be late for the meeting again? This is the fourth time this month!
ILA (irritated): Why do we even need so many meetings in one month?
Manager (angrily): Repeat your words, Miss Ila.
ILA (irritated but very politely): I'll be there in 20 minutes, sir.
Manager: 15 minutes.
ILA (ಠ﹏ಠ): Sir—
Manager (•‿•): Say yes, sir, Ila.
ILA (╥﹏╥): Yes, sir
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Beep… call ended.
Okay. I don't have enough time to introduce myself or my past. I'll definitely tell you about it in the future.
In her room, searching for her socks.
Oh shit. He's going to kill me. Or maybe just fire me. This is already my fifth job. ಥ‿ಥ
I guess I'll have to find a new one soon.
Hmm… actually, from tomorrow.
Because the 15 minutes are already over.
Hehehehe.
With a heavy sigh, I finally reach the office.
"Hello, miss," a voice comes from behind.
Shit.
The manager.
Should I ignore him and just enter the room? Or reply?
(deep thinking)
"Hello, sir (◔‿◔). No one's present 🍃."
Am I thinking about the manager too much, or has he messed with my brain through his constant torture?
Deep sigh.
Huh. Thank God he's not here.
＼(°o°)／
—Surprised, awkward—
"Aaaa… sir, when did you come here?"
"Just when you were praising me ^_^"
Am I not thinking?
"No, you are thinking—just… too loudly."
Embarrassed.
"Sorry, sir ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ."
Sigh.
"It's okay. Just come inside—we're already late."
"Okay."