Chapter 774: The Person in the Mirror

At night, Dorothy lay on the bed next to Audrey, pondering the information about the orphanage.

Logically speaking, it should be impossible for an orphanage to have such a luxurious configuration as a single room. However, this Lamb Yard was quite large, and perhaps because of the fixed "out of the pen" schedule, there were actually only a few lambs inside, so they lived quite spaciously.

Of course, the reason this Mei Yangyang Junior Sister could live in a single room was actually because the other lambs were afraid that others would jump the gun, so they arranged it this way.

However, this actually benefited the Home Witch.

When Grandma Sheep asked her where she was staying tonight, Dorothy said very directly that she wanted to stay with Little Mei. Grandma was actually quite doting and agreed, but this way, the other loser lambs had even redder eyes.

Of course, Dorothy didn't care about this; after all, who would care about the envy, jealousy, and hatred of a group of losers?

Hilarious.

It was just that there was no Mana Web in this Haunted House World, so this long night was a bit boring.

Audrey next door had a much more regular schedule because of the internet outage. Well, it might also be because she was too scared to sleep alone last night and was already exhausted. Now that she finally had Senior Sister by her side, that full sense of security made the little fox sink into a dreamland very quickly.

After all, they were both fragile mortals now, without the witch body that could go without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

It was just that this Junior Sister's sleeping posture was truly a bit ladylike; she neither snored nor kicked the blanket, which made Dorothy, who had originally wanted to record some of Audrey's dark history, feel very bored.

Tsk, these are all sleeping beauties.

Fine, the Home Witch was slightly insomniac. After all, she was an old night owl; the later it got at night, the more excited her spirit became.

Dorothy, who had been wide awake until midnight and had no sleepiness at all, sat up from the bed speechlessly.

Damn it, she was probably a bit homesick for her bed. She really missed her angel-velvet little blanket. It was prepared for her by the Pure White Witch when school started, full of Sophie Liya's scent, making people feel at ease. Sleeping with that blanket was like sleeping in heaven, with clouds as a cover, and the sleep quality was super good.

That was a feeling you couldn't go back to once you'd used it; she loved it so much.

She clearly carried it with her wherever she went, but it was a pity that it couldn't be taken out in this Haunted House World.

As for before she knew the Pure White Witch?

Oh, at that time, Dorothy didn't have the habit of being homesick for her bed. She didn't really care about this; after all, she was often addicted to studying, often pulling all-nighters. Blankets and such were often just decorations. The high-grade winged-human velvet blanket she used to sleep with at home had long been thrown into the corner of the bottom warehouse of her magic bag to eat dust.

Sigh, sure enough, long nights make people sad.

The Home Witch, whose thoughts didn't know where they had drifted, shook her head, concentrating her scattered spirit again, and then took out the mission prop letter from her pocket.

Another day had passed, and she wanted to see if there would be any new information updates on this letter.

And sure enough, when she opened the envelope and checked it by the bright moonlight shining in from the window, she saw that ugly handwriting that looked like a dung beetle crawling again.

"I've arrived at Grandma's orphanage. It's so big, just a bit dilapidated. But Grandma is still very good to me; I like her super much."

"It's just that everyone in the orphanage is a bit hard to get along with, always making people feel scared, but I still made a friend. Her name is Little Mei, the most beautiful girl in the whole orphanage. Hmm, just a little bit worse than me."

"Little Mei is so pitiful, just because she's too beautiful, she's ostracized by others. But it doesn't matter; I never look at whether someone is beautiful or not when making friends. If others don't want to play with Little Mei, then I will."

"And Little Mei is not only beautiful, but her personality is also super good. Even though she's a mute and can't speak, her handwriting is super beautiful. I like her so much."

"It's just that every time I play with Little Mei, the gazes of others are so annoying. If they do this again, I really want to dig out their eyeballs."

"However, some things Little Mei told me about this orphanage make me a bit concerned." Fine, the "I" who wrote this letter was still as fierce and cruel as ever.

But once she thought that this was a ruthless person who could personally sacrifice her scum parents to the heavens and slaughter a wolf on the road to make a wolf-skin coat as a gift for her grandmother, then it was fine.

"Mm-hmm, Little Mei is super cute, I agree with this. It's just that your handwriting is a bit ugly. Can you practice it? It's an eyesore. They say handwriting is like the person; you'll become ugly like this."

Anyway, having nothing to do, Dorothy picked up the scorpion-tail pen and wrote this line of text quickly.

Hmm, mainly because this ugly handwriting reminded her of her own handwriting in her past life, which was truly a "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." But those were things of the past. The current Home Witch had Martial God-level body control and super-high precision talent, making her a human printing machine. She could write whatever font she wanted.

Just like now, she copied the handwriting Audrey had written before, which was truly beautiful.

The little fox's font was family-inherited, which could be considered the Demon King style. Although that guy Adi didn't have much artistic talent, her handwriting was actually quite good, barely able to form a style of its own.

Of course, this certainly had the reason that her talent was indeed powerful, but more because she had a good teacher.

She was personally trained by Lord Long Wang. Lord Long Wang was a calligraphy master in the Witch World, a true art master, who was truly both civil and martial.

The only problem was that she could only copy the shape, but couldn't copy the elegant artistic style revealed between the lines of the little fox's handwriting, and could only use her own will as the core.

Therefore, what was vaguely revealed in her handwriting was restrained sharpness and keenness.

This elegant artistic style was gone, and instead, there was a feeling of a "fierce tiger sniffing a flower." It could be seen that she had tried very hard to pretend to be refined, but the murderous aura and ferocity in her bones were still difficult to hide.

Hmm, this actually had the flavor of Lord Long Wang's calligraphy, although it was a bit immature and not as majestic as Lord Long Wang's handwriting. That "fierce tiger sniffing a flower" wasn't pretending to be refined, but true fierce dragon tenderness, which was even more moving.

Of course, Dorothy herself wasn't very satisfied with this either.

Tsk, this handwriting is not as good as the person at all. How could a harmless little witch like me have any murderous aura? I'm super gentle.

However, she just wrote it casually and didn't pay much attention. It was just that she was really a bit bored in the middle of the night and had no one to chat with, so she always wanted to send some messages.

But this mission prop letter didn't support the function of sending messages to chat.

Of course, Dorothy felt that this thing must have something to do with Adi. After all, this Haunted House World looked like her handiwork at a glance. It wasn't impossible that the person behind this letter was also secretly manipulating it.

Hmm, I don't dare to insult the Demon King by name, but I still have the guts to secretly mock her with sarcasm, and it's quite big, laugh.

What Demon King or not, I really don't know. I'm just teasing the haunted house staff. After all, a dignified Demon King couldn't possibly be so low-level as to play pranks with a little witch like me, and even be unable to afford to lose and get anxious, right?

Having vented a little, Dorothy happily prepared to put the letter away again. But just as she was about to fold the letter paper and put it back, the handwriting on the paper suddenly underwent a brand-new change.

"I've endured you for a long time. You've been chattering all along, but the suggestions you made were quite useful, so I endured it. So, who exactly are you?"

Dorothy: "???"

Ah, this...

A series of question marks suddenly appeared on the Home Witch's head. At this moment, she even felt a bit of scalp numbness.

What's the situation? Has this thing really become a spirit? Or does it really have a real-time chat function? No way, so high-end?

Damn, is this really Lord Demon King writing a letter on the other side?

Don't... Dorothy had seen her handwriting. After all, many magic theory books in the Mana Web Library were published by the Demon King, and they were all handwritten versions. That handwriting was indeed quite good, not this ugly.

Moreover, Lord Demon King didn't need to ask the question "Who are you?" After all, I'm the one you locked in this dark room; you're still asking "Who am I?"

It was just that if the person on the other side wasn't Demon King Adi, then who was it?

Dorothy had some doubts in her heart.

Tsk, it couldn't really be "me," right?

Ah, this...

Inspiration flashed through her mind like a meteor, and the Home Witch was suddenly stunned.

Damn, it seems there really is such a possibility.

After all, in a normal world, who would have so many animal heads? Even orcs don't look like this. This is more like a fairy tale world.

Or to put it more commonly, a fantasy world, an illusory world.

That is—the Spirit World.

Screwed, if I am really in the Spirit World, then relatively speaking, there will naturally be a corresponding real world.

Dorothy: "..."

The Home Witch's expression became slightly serious.

Good fellow, this Haunted House World is a bit high-end. Does it have the setting of a dual world, inside and outside? This is actually a bit interesting.

"Who am I? I am naturally you."

She thought for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote so.

Hmm, she hadn't watched fewer novels or anime in her past life, and she was quite clear about how to pretend to be a ghost in this kind of scene.

"Nonsense, if you are me, then who am I?"

The reply from the other side was unexpectedly fast, coming very quickly.

It was just that the handwriting appeared even uglier and more scribbled, showing the irritability of the writer's mood at this moment.

"You are naturally still you, but at the same time, I am also you. I am one body and two sides with you, one heart and one body, just like the reflection in a mirror."

Dorothy was calm at this moment.

Hehe, that kid on the other side of the letter is anxious. Sure enough, she's a child, a bit immature. This is actually easy to fool.

Moreover, this can't be completely considered fooling. After all, the role she is playing now is indeed her in the Spirit World. From this perspective, the two are indeed one body and two sides.

Although it is an artificial one body and two sides.

However, she also happened to need to verify some things. Speaking of which, the time was actually just right.

The Witch World actually also has a situation similar to the "Hour of Meeting Demons" on the Eastern Islands. It's just that the "Hour of Meeting Demons" in witch magic principles is not at dawn or dusk, but at this midnight.

That is the so-called Cinderella moment.

Just as Cinderella's magic will dissipate at midnight, midnight is a quite special time in magic studies. If you don't have a deep enough grasp of magic, casting spells at this point indeed has a high probability of failure.

Of course, as a master of magic spells, Miss Forest Witch understands this phenomenon more deeply. She knows that the most fundamental reason is that this time point is the time when reality and the Spirit World alternate and merge.

Hmm, to use a common metaphor, it is equivalent to the overlap of the yin and yang worlds, the setting of the ghost gate opening.

At midnight, reality and the Spirit World completely overlap, and occult power will fluctuate slightly. At this time, casting spells makes you easily attract the attention of some Spirit World creatures.

Although you yourself may not necessarily notice them, and they can't really hurt you, you can't do it; the magic spell you are casting is more sensitive than you yourself, and those Spirit World creatures can also play some small pranks on your magic spell.

The final result is the failure of your spellcasting.

Of course, such an impact is not serious; it's just a bit annoying during the novice period. Once you master a magic spell proficiently, this impact can almost be ignored, and ordinary Spirit World creatures don't dare to harass witches randomly. However, other mortal races may often be harassed.

It is precisely because of this setting that Dorothy can verify whether her speculation about the surface and inner worlds is true.

"If you still don't believe it, then go find a mirror. At that time, you will be able to see me."

Dorothy wrote so.

Afterward, she also gently turned over and got out of bed. Without disturbing Audrey, who was sleeping soundly on the side, she got up and came to the table in the room.

There was a ready-made mirror on the table, and it was even a quite luxurious glass mirror.

So, this orphanage is truly outrageous. Such a bright mirror these days is a valuable item. Which orphanage can afford this thing? It's really more and more unreasonable the more you think about it.

However, if all this is the Spirit World, then it makes sense. After all, the Spirit World can also be regarded as a dream. In a dream, all kinds of strange, illogical situations are normal.

"A mirror? That's a high-end item. Where would I have that thing? You wait, I'll go find one. Don't let me find out you're lying to me."

The reply from the other side of the letter paper was also fast, and the content in the letter also made the Home Witch's mood a bit complicated.

The logic of the person on the other side was quite reasonable.

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

She prepared to set up a simple spiritual communication array.

Although she had lost her mana, magic is not such an inconvenient thing, right? Some of the simplest basic magic can actually be cast without mana.

She looked around on this dressing table.

Spiritual essential oil? Don't have this, using perfume will do.

Gemstone? Tsk, there actually is one, although it's a glass fake, it will do.

Then there's the magic pattern array, which is hand-drawn on the spot.

Object of prayer? There's actually soft clay. I'll just knead an Adi statue and place it here.

Sacrificial offering? Oh, there's a cookie in the drawer. I'll taste it first. The taste is not bad, so the rest is for you. Take it or leave it. Finally, the symbolic object...

Dorothy sat in front of the mirror herself.

And for the other party's symbolic object, the Home Witch placed that letter over.

Afterward, she just looked at herself in the mirror.

Hmm, it was still that familiar face of Adi. Although it was a bit skinny, it was indeed quite cute.

And soon, a new line of handwriting appeared on the envelope behind the mirror.

"Couldn't find a mirror, I'll just find a water surface to make do. Is there any problem with this?"

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

Consequently, the originally calm mirror surface rippled like water.

And in those ripples, another "Adi" with an unhappy, very suspicious face quietly emerged.

In front of the mirror, Dorothy, who had the same face, revealed a brilliant smile.

"Good evening, another me."

She said so.

And on the rippling mirror surface, Adi's originally puzzled expression began to become gradually terrified.

There was no help for it; anyone who looked in the mirror late at night and discovered that the self in the mirror was revealing a strange smile at them would be startled.

Mom, it's really a ghost.

Adi in terror. ===== CHAPTER 775 =====