"At the level of the Witch of Death, hairstyle is no longer something to worry about," the Alchemical Witch explained. "As for me, a witch who dabbles in alchemy, I naturally don't need to care about hairstyles either—as long as I like it."
She placed her hands on Letixia's shoulders.
"But keeping long hair does indeed hinder progress."
This was a lie.
In truth, Letixia's rate of progress had not slowed down. Whether her progress slowed or sped up was just something the Alchemical Witch said on a whim. After all, Letixia herself didn't fully understand such metrics. As long as the witch asserted that keeping long hair would slow down her progress, it would effectively motivate Letixia to train harder and advance. She didn't mind telling a little white lie.
"I feel like I've completely adapted to fighting with long hair," Letixia murmured softly. "Even if there's an effect, it's negligible."
