Chapter 105: Asath Fan

The elevator doors reopened, and Dorothy looked outside to see a black-robed witch rolling on the ground, clutching her face in pain. When she glanced around, all the previous horrors had vanished—as if it had all been nothing but a hallucination.

Inside the doorway now stood a room filled entirely with bookshelves; apart from the countless books, the only other item was a black bed placed at the center.

Aside from a few scattered books on the floor, the room was clean and tidy, carrying a faint, pleasant scent of ink and paper that instinctively calmed any book lover.

“Sister Fan, are you alright?”

As soon as the door opened, Sister Dai Na rushed to the black-robed witch rolling on the ground, helping her up while asking with concern.

“I’m fine, fine—just a minor injury. Sorry if I scared you all.”

The black-robed witch waved her hand gently and spoke in a soothing tone.

Her voice was undeniably maternal, rich with the deep resonance of a mature woman, yet as clear and refreshing as a mountain stream—simply hearing it brought calm to the heart.

When she stood, Dorothy finally saw the witch sister’s face clearly. Even someone accustomed to beauty like Dorothy was momentarily struck—another woman of breathtaking, world-stopping beauty.

Even now, with two crimson streaks tracing down her cheeks from injured eyes, her charm remained utterly undiminished.

Witches, being a race rooted in Western fantasy, typically had features that, to Dorothy—a transplant from another world—looked like classic “foreign beauties”: deep-set, sculpted features. But this Sister Fan gave her the uncanny feeling of having met a fellow countrywoman from her past life.

She possessed the quintessential Eastern beauty: a small, delicate face, eyebrows and eyes like painted scrolls, lips red and teeth white. Especially striking was her long, straight black hair—a stark contrast against her pale, smooth skin. In this clash of black and white, an elegant, classical grace emerged.

She truly carried the aura of an elder sister, though unlike Mia’s usual maternal, nurturing demeanor hidden beneath her tyrannical exterior, Sister Fan resembled a cultured noblewoman raised in a scholarly family—gentle, refined, and intellectually poised. (Think of Yang Ma’s Qianye sister incarnation.)

Yes, Sister Dai Na was also an intellectual beauty, but compared to Sister Fan, the difference was stark—it was the gap between a homeroom teacher and a headmistress.

Dorothy, who had assumed she’d never again see a beauty so perfectly aligned with her Eastern aesthetic—except perhaps in a mirror—paused in surprise, though she quickly recovered and gave a slight shake of her head.

It was true she resembled one, but only resembled one—Sister Fan still wore a witch’s robe, and her eyes, now healed, still held those unmistakably sinister goat pupils.

This was indeed a witch. If Dorothy truly wished to meet a classical beauty from her homeland, she’d have to wait until the cosmic storms between the two universes calmed, then journey to the other side to find real fairies.

And yet...

Though everything outside had returned to normal, Dorothy noticed Sister Dai Na—whose figure and demeanor were perfect for a beautiful homeroom teacher—still bore the sticky residue of the flesh-mat tentacles from earlier.

But as Sister Dai Na reached to help Sister Fan, the moment their skin touched, the filth on Dai Na’s body seemed to come alive, reassembling into a tentacle that slithered over to Sister Fan and merged into her long, black hair as a single strand.

Dorothy: “...”

Tsk. So it wasn’t just my hallucination after all—this Sister Fan is seriously weird.

The home witch thought this as she witnessed it all.

Then she saw countless tiny goat eyes opening between the strands of the long-haired sister’s hair, watching her stealthily.

Home witch: “...”

Waaah, sorry, I didn’t see anything! Please, great master, retract your powers—I’m just a coward!

The thought that this terrifyingly powerful sister was also a madwoman cursed with forbidden knowledge left Dorothy numb. She desperately wanted to run.

Unfortunately, the strange sister who seemed to have fixed her gaze on Dorothy showed no intention of letting her go.

“Dai Na, who is this?”

The long-haired witch didn’t wipe the blood trails from her eyes; she simply turned her gaze toward Dorothy and asked.

“Sister, this is the Young Lady—her real name is confidential. She’s unusual: after the Demon King, she’s the second witch to pass all nine sects’ exams in one go. She’s incredible.”

Sister Dai Na pulled the trembling Dorothy forward and introduced her.

“Sister, hello! I’m so sorry about earlier—I didn’t mean to!”

Seeing her wrist still held by Sister Dai Na, the home witch felt a wave of exhaustion. But since escape was impossible, she might as well stop running. After all, she was just a mushroom-growing witch—what was there left to fear? The one who should be afraid was the other side.

She forced a bright smile and sincerely apologized to the sister.

“No, no, I should be the one apologizing. My witch eyes are rather frightening.”

The long-haired sister waved her hand, pointing to her goat pupils, then kindly closed her eyes.

“I’ll keep them closed—don’t want to scare such a sweet little sister again.”

But as Dorothy watched, the moment the sister closed her eyes, thousands of bubbles erupted behind her, and shadows beneath her feet writhed open—thousands of eyes blinking in unison.

Maybe you should just keep your eyes open, Sister—I think this is even scarier.

“Huh? Little sister, you can see them? I’ve never met another witch outside my own kind who can perceive my little darlings.”

Just as Dorothy tried to force herself not to look at the bizarre things, Sister Fan spoke.

“Pleased to meet you, mysterious little sister. I’m Asath Fan—just call me Fan. My little darlings and I all like you very much.”

Dorothy: “...”

Looking at the thousands of writhing, swaying tentacles behind Sister Fan—clearly waving in welcome—what could she say? She could only smile, obeying the quiet plea of her heart.

“Yes, thank you for your kindness, Sister. Your familiars truly are adorable—I’ve never seen any so cute in my entire life.”

...Little witch forcing a smile...