House Witch

Chapter 779 Chapter 778. The Man in the Mirror

 At night, Dorothy lay in the bed next to Audrey, thinking about the information about the orphanage.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for an orphanage to have such a luxurious configuration as a single room, but the lamb yard is quite large, and maybe because of the fixed slaughter, there are only a few lambs in it, so It's quite spacious.

Of course, the reason why Junior Sister Meiyangyang can live in a single room is actually because the other lambs are afraid of others escaping, so they made this arrangement.

However, this is a bargain for the otaku witch.

When Grandma Sheep asked her where she would stay tonight, Dorothy said directly that she would live with Xiaomei. Grandma doted on her and agreed. As a result, the eyes of the other lambs became even redder. .

Of course, Dorothy didn’t care about this either. After all, who cares about the envy, jealousy and hatred of a group of losers.

　　　Laughing to death.

 It's just that there is no magic net in this haunted house world, so the long night is a bit boring.

Audrey next door has a much more regular schedule because of the disconnection from the Internet. Well, it may also be because she was too scared to sleep alone last night and was already sleepy to death. Now that she finally has her senior sister by her side, then The little fox quickly fell asleep with a sense of security.

 After all, they are all fragile mortals now, without the body of a witch that can go without eating, drinking or sleeping.

Even the little junior sister’s sleeping posture was a bit more ladylike, neither snoring nor kicking the quilt, which made Dorothy, who originally wanted to record Audrey’s dark history, even more bored.

 Tsk, these are all sleeping beauties.

Okay, the otaku witch is a little bit insomniac. After all, she is a night owl and becomes more energetic at night.

Keeping her eyes open until midnight, Dorothy, who had no sleep at all, sat up from the bed speechlessly.

Damn, she might have gotten used to the bed. She really missed her little angel velvet quilt. It was prepared by the pure white witch for her when school started. It was full of Sophia's scent, which was reassuring. Sleeping under that quilt is like sleeping in heaven, covered by clouds, and the quality of sleep is excellent.

 It was a feeling that you could never go back to after using it. She always liked it.

She obviously takes it with her wherever she goes, but unfortunately she can't take it out in this haunted house world.

 As for before meeting the Pure White Witch?

Oh, at that time, Dorothy didn't admit that there was something wrong with the bed. She was really not particular about it. After all, she was often obsessed with studying. She would stay up all night when studying. The quilt was often used as decoration. She used to sleep at home. The winged velvet quilt has long since been left to gather dust in the corner of the warehouse at the bottom of the magic bag.

 Alas, the long night is really worrying.

 Feeling like her thoughts were wandering to nowhere, the otaku witch shook her head, refocused her scattered energy, and then took out the mission item letter from her pocket.

 Another day has passed, and she wants to see if there is any new information in this letter.

And sure enough, when she opened the envelope and looked at it under the bright moonlight shining in from the window, she saw the ugly handwriting crawled by the dung beetle again.

“I came to my grandma’s orphanage. It’s quite big and a little shabby, but my grandma is still very kind to me. I like her very much.”

"It's just that everyone in the orphanage is a bit difficult to get along with, and it always makes people feel intimidated, but I still made friends. Her name is Xiaomei, and she is the most beautiful girl in the entire orphanage. Well, she is even worse than me. A little bit."

“Xiaomei is so pitiful. She is ostracized by others because she is too beautiful, but it doesn’t matter. I never look at her beauty when making friends. If others don’t want to play with Xiaomei, then I’ll go ahead.”

“And Xiaomei is not only beautiful, but also has a great personality. Even though she is mute and can’t speak, her handwriting is very beautiful. I like her so much.”

“It’s just that every time Xiaomei and I play together, the looks from other people are so annoying. If they do that again, I really want to gouge their eyes out.”

“However, some things Xiaomei told me about this orphanage made me a little concerned.”

　Okay, the "I" who wrote this letter is still as fierce and fierce as ever.

But when you think about this ruthless man who can personally sacrifice his scumbag parents to heaven, and kill the evil wolf that blocked the road and make a wolfskin coat as a gift for grandma, then it's okay.

“Hmm, Xiaomei is super cute. I agree with this, but your handwriting is a bit ugly. Can you practice it? It’s annoying to the eyes. They say words are like people, and you will become ugly if you do this.”

Since she had nothing to do, Dorothy picked up the scorpion-tail pen and wrote this line of words.

Well, the main reason is that this ugly word reminds her of the words she used in her previous life. It was really Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, but that is all in the past. Now the otaku witch has the level of physical control and super precision. Talent, it is simply a human-shaped printing machine. She can write in any font she wants.

Just like now, she copied the handwriting that Audrey had written before, and it was really beautiful.

Little Fox’s handwriting is inherited from the family, and is considered a devil’s style. Although Arti’s artistic skills are not very good, his handwriting is pretty good, and he can barely stand out in his own style.

Of course, this is partly because her talent is really strong, but more importantly because she has a good teacher.

She was trained by the Dragon King. He is the master of calligraphy in the witch world and a true artist. He is a true master of both civil and military skills.

The only problem is that she can only copy a shape, but she cannot copy the elegant artistic style shown in the words of the little fox. She can only use her own will as the core.

 Hence, her words vaguely reveal a restrained edge and sharpness.

This elegant and artistic style is gone at all. Instead, it feels like a tiger sniffing flowers. It can be seen that I have tried very hard to pretend to be polite, but the evil spirit and ferocity in my bones are still difficult to hide.

Hmm, this does have the flavor of Mr. Dragon King's calligraphy, although it is a bit tender and not as majestic as Mr. Dragon King's calligraphy. The tiger sniffing flowers is not just pretending to be polite, but is really tender and tender, which is even more touching.

Of course, Dorothy herself was not very satisfied with this.

Tsk, this word is not as good as a human being at all. How could I, a harmless little witch, have any murderous intent? I am super warm and oily.

But she just wrote it casually and didn't pay much attention to it. It was just that it was a bit painful to be free in the middle of the night and there was no one to chat with, so she always wanted to send some messages or something.

However, the letter of this mission prop does not support the function of sending messages and chatting.

Of course, Dorothy felt that this thing must have something to do with Artie. After all, this haunted house world was clearly her handiwork, so maybe that guy was secretly manipulating the letter.

Hmm, I don’t dare to insult the devil by name, but I still have the courage to secretly make a few sarcastic remarks, and it’s very big, laugh.

I really don’t know what kind of devil is the devil. I’m just teasing the staff of the haunted house. After all, the majestic devil can’t be so low-level as to play pranks on a little witch like me, or even be impatient, right?

With this small moment of venting, Dorothy happily prepared to put the letter away again, but just when she was about to fold the letter and put it back, the handwriting on the paper suddenly changed completely.

"I've tolerated you for a long time. You were always chirping before, but the suggestions you gave were useful and I tolerated it. So who are you?"

 Dorothy: “???”

 Ah this

A series of question marks suddenly appeared on the head of the otaku witch. At this moment, she even felt a little numb.

 What's going on? Is this thing really awesome? Or does it really have a real-time chat function, right? It’s so advanced?

Fuck, is this really the Demon King writing a letter from the other side?

Farewell, Dorothy has seen her handwriting. After all, many of the magic theory books in the Magic Network Library were published by the Demon King, and they are all handwritten versions. The handwriting is really pretty and not so ugly.

Furthermore, Lord Demon King doesn’t need to ask the question “Who are you?”, after all, you are the one who locked us up in this little dark room, and you still ask the stupid question “Who am I?”.

 But, if the opposite person is not the Demon King Atty, then who is it?

 Dorothy had some doubts in her heart.

  Tsk, it can’t really be “me”.

 Ah this

 Inspiration flashed through her mind like a shooting star, and the otaku witch was suddenly stunned.

Fuck, it seems that this is really possible.

 After all, who in the normal world would have so many animal heads? Orcs don’t even look like this anymore. This is more like a fairy tale world.

 Or more popularly, fantasy world, illusory world.     That is, the spiritual world.

  Post, if you are really in the spirit world, then there will naturally be a corresponding real world.

 Dorothy: "."

The otaku witch's expression became slightly serious.

 Hey guys, this haunted house world is a bit advanced. Does it have a dual world, an inner and outer world? This is somewhat interesting.

 “Who am I? Of course I am you.”

 She thought for a while, then wrote this.

Hmm, she had read a lot of novels and anime in her previous life, and she was quite familiar with how to pretend to be a ghost in this kind of scene.

 “Nonsense, you are me, then who am I?”

 The reply from the other side was unexpectedly fast and came very quickly.

  It means that the words look uglier and more sloppy, which shows the author's irritability at this time.

“Of course you are still you, but at the same time I am also you. You and I are one and the same, just like the reflection in a mirror.”

 Dorothy was calm at this time.

  Hey, the boy on the other side of this letter is very anxious. He is indeed a child, a little too young, so he is easy to fool.

Furthermore, this cannot be completely regarded as deception. After all, the role he is playing now may indeed be her in the spirit world. From this perspective, the two of them are indeed two sides of the same body.

 Although it is a man-made entity with two sides.

However, she also happened to have something that needed to be verified, and the time was actually just right.

In fact, the witch world also has a situation similar to the time of encountering the devil in Japan. However, the "time of encountering the devil" according to the principle of witch magic is not at dawn and dusk, but at midnight.

 This is the so-called Cinderella moment.

Just like Cinderella's magic will dissipate at midnight, twelve o'clock at midnight is a very special time in magic. If you don't master magic deeply enough, there is a high probability that the spell will fail at this point.

Of course, as a master of magic, Miss Witch of the Forest has a deeper understanding of this phenomenon. She knows that the most fundamental reason for this is that this point in time is the time when reality and the spiritual world alternately merge.

Well, to put it in a simple metaphor, it is equivalent to the setting where the two realms of yin and yang overlap and the door of **** opens.

 At midnight, reality and the spiritual world completely overlap, and the power of mysticism will fluctuate slightly. Casting a spell at this time can easily attract the attention of some spiritual creatures.

Although you may not necessarily notice them, and they can't really hurt you, you can't. The spell you are casting is more sensitive than you. Those spiritual creatures can also perform some minor changes on your spell. Little prank.

 The end result is that your spellcasting fails.

Of course, such an impact is not serious, but it is a bit annoying when you are a novice. After you master a magic spell, this impact can be almost ignored, and ordinary spiritual creatures do not dare to harass the witch randomly, but other mortals Race may often be harassed.

It is precisely because of this setting that Dorothy can verify whether her guess about the inner and outer world is true.

“If you still don’t believe it, go find a mirror and you will be able to see me.”

Dorothy wrote.

　　Then she gently rolled over and got out of bed. Without disturbing Audrey, who was sleeping beside her, she got up and came to the table in the room.

There is a ready-made mirror on the table, but also a quite luxurious glass mirror.

So this orphanage is really outrageous. Such a bright mirror is a valuable commodity these days. Who can an orphanage afford this thing? The more I think about it, the more unreasonable it becomes.

However, if all of this is the spiritual world, it would make sense. After all, the spiritual world can also be regarded as a dream. In dreams, all kinds of strange and illogical situations are normal.

"Mirror? That's a high-end product. Where do I have that thing? Just wait, I'll look for it. Don't let me find out that you are lying to me."

 The reply on the other side of the letter was also very fast, and the content in the letter also made the otaku witch feel a little complicated.

 The logic of the person opposite is very reasonable.

However, it was not the time to think too much now. While the other party was looking for a mirror, Dorothy rummaged around for some simple props in the room.

 She is going to set up a simple psychic circle.

Although there is no magic power, why is magic such an inconvenience? Some of the simplest basic magic can actually be performed without magic.

 She searched on the dressing table.

 Spiritual balm? I don’t have this, I can just make do with perfume.

 Gemstones? Tsk, this one actually exists. Although the glass is fake, it still works.

 Then there is the magic pattern array, which is hand-painted on site.

 Who to pray for? There is actually ooze, so I will make a statue of Artie and place it here.

 Sacrifice? Oh, there is a biscuit in the drawer. I'll try it first. It tastes good. I'll give you the rest. Do you want it?

 Finally, there are symbols.

 Dorothy sat herself in front of the mirror.

 The other party’s symbol, the otaku witch, handed over the letter.

 Then she just looked at herself in the mirror.

Hmm, it’s still Artie’s familiar face. Although it’s a little thin, it’s really cute.

Soon, a new line of writing appeared on the envelope behind the mirror.

“I couldn’t find a mirror, so I found a surface to survive. Is there any problem?”

Looking at this line of words, Dorothy stretched out her hand gently, knocking on the mirror in front of her as if knocking on the door.

As a result, the originally calm mirror surface began to ripple like water.

 Among the ripples, another "Atty"'s unhappy and suspicious face quietly emerged.

 In front of the mirror, Dorothy, who had the same face, showed a bright smile.

 “Good evening, my other self.”

 She said so.

And on the rippled mirror surface, Artie's originally confused expression began to turn into one of horror.

There is no way, anyone who looks in the mirror at night and finds himself smiling weirdly in the mirror will be shocked.

Oh my god, what a ghost.

 Atty was frightened.

It’s the Ghost Festival, let’s have some stories from the underworld

 (End of this chapter)