Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

”Um... I’ll be going now...”

Luna didn’t know why, but she felt a bit scared whenever she saw Naclis, even though she was just the Master Mentor’s daughter.

Before leaving, Luna stuffed the remaining bottles she had into her clothes, seemingly intending to keep them as mementos.

She left by jumping directly out the window. Although witches have strong constitutions, Luna’s physique seemed even stronger. The height she could jump was significantly higher than others. And even now, Loren still didn’t know exactly what Luna’s Arcane Ability was. It probably wasn’t as simple as just purification.

From what Loren knew, she had at least purification and cognitive modification, and the clothes she wore didn’t seem like something Luna’s family background could afford.

”What’s her deal anyway...”

When asking Loren, Naclis’s tone instantly softened. Loren also sighed inwardly. Naclis really did have quite an imposing presence in front of outsiders, even if she couldn’t maintain it for long.

”Oh, it’s nothing...”

Loren recounted everything that had just happened to Naclis in detail. Although Naclis felt a bit uncomfortable about Loren bringing another woman home, since it was to save Luna, she didn’t really have any objections. If it were her, she would have chosen to save Luna too.

It was just unclear how much of Loren’s words Luna would actually take to heart. She was quite receptive to advice, though.If he had to describe Luna, Loren felt the term ”saintly” fit well. ”Saintly” doesn’t carry much negative connotation itself; it’s the ”holier-than-thou hypocrite” that does. It’s just that there are too many hypocrites, which has stigmatized the word ”saintly.”

The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is huge. For example, when driving away from zombies, seeing an injured person on the roadside, choosing to jump out yourself to save them while telling others to run is being a saint. Choosing to slam on the brakes, forcing everyone to go save them together, then not contributing yourself and endangering everyone—that’s a hypocrite.

If a real apocalypse happened, ordinary people would most likely be the ones saved by saints. In the traditional stories from Loren’s hometown, saints were also more celebrated. The most typical examples of a saint and a hypocrite, in the eyes of internet users, would be Liu Bei and Tang Sanzang.

”Let’s rest first. I doubt we’ll need to go to school tomorrow after such a big event today.”

Loren had originally planned to sleep, but then he saw Luna in danger, which dispelled his thoughts of sleeping.

”Mm.”

Naclis responded but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she first went to close the window in Loren’s bedroom properly.

”It’s windy today, be careful not to catch a cold. Goodnight, Master Mentor.”

Only after confirming the window was closed did Naclis leave Loren’s bedroom, closing the door behind her.

”...”

Loren didn’t pay it too much mind. He understood Naclis’s feelings perfectly well. Naclis was jealous after seeing another woman by his side.

”Goodnight, Master Mentor.”

In his drowsy state, Loren heard a goodnight. A young girl sat inside a birdcage, perched on a bar, swinging her feet. Her light green hair almost completely obscured her body. A sense of inner happiness emanated from her, condensing into a smile on her face.

After saying goodnight, the girl transformed back into the Nightingale, sinking into a deep sleep within the cage.

...

”Good afternoon, Master.

”The academy is currently suspended, so you don’t need to attend classes. You just need to check on the Ember Radiance when the time comes.”

”Hmm...”

Loren got up groggily and stretched. Since arriving at the Royal Capital, Mirrorheart seemed to have become much more normal. She even woke him up using her voice, rather than using her mouth.

The academy suspension was within Loren’s expectations. With so many Blackened appearing yesterday, suspending classes for the students’ safety was normal.

The targets of the Blackened were mostly nobles, and most students of the Gedlan Royal Magic Academy fell within the attack range.

Pondering what he should do during this time, Loren stumbled drowsily into the bathroom.

”What the hell is this?”

Right next to the toilet, a hole had been made. Loren estimated the location; the hole led to Mirrorheart’s room.

”...”

Loren was speechless. He had just finished marveling at Mirrorheart becoming normal, and now she was pulling another stunt.

Sure enough, sensing Loren entering the bathroom, Loren saw Mirrorheart’s oral cavity at the hole.

”Can’t you be normal?”

Loren didn’t know how many times he had said this to Mirrorheart. He walked over and pinched Mirrorheart, but he quickly realized the error of his action.

Forget pinching; even if Loren sliced her from the tongue root, Mirrorheart would consider it a reward.

”Why did you stop?”

From the other side of the hole came Mirrorheart’s icy voice as usual. The contrast between her tone and her actions was so stark that even now, Loren sometimes couldn’t hold back.

In the end, Loren had to use toilet paper to plug the hole before he could use the bathroom in peace.

”I enjoy the sensation of pain because it proves I’m a living being... well, maybe not a human, but it proves I have life.”

Seeing that her actions still didn’t get a reaction from Loren, Mirrorheart simply started chatting with him.

To be honest, Mirrorheart was truly the person Loren understood the least. She was mysterious in the game too, appearing inexplicably and disappearing just as inexplicably. In fact, if Mirrorheart hadn’t become Loren’s maid now, Loren would have thought she was human.

Moreover, the source of her knowledge was also strange. Loren’s knowledge came from the game, but Mirrorheart’s knowledge wasn’t much less than his. She even understood some things better than he did, like the Perpetual Observer.

”So what kind of creature are you, really?”

This was the first time Loren had asked this question. Loren didn’t know the answer either. He thought of every creature in the game, but none matched Mirrorheart.

”Mirrorheart is my name, and it’s also the name of my race.”

”Is that so...”

By the time this conversation happened, Loren had already finished using the bathroom. He didn’t plan to dig deeper. He never doubted Mirrorheart’s loyalty, so if she didn’t volunteer more information, he wouldn’t ask.

Although Mirrorheart completely discarded any sense of dignity, viewing herself entirely as Loren’s cutest little puppy, Loren still respected her quite a bit...

Shortly after Loren left the bathroom, Mirrorheart also emerged from her bedroom. Lunch was already prepared. Anna had already started eating. Scarlett, wielding a knife and fork, couldn’t possibly compete with Anna, who was accustomed to using chopsticks.

Chopsticks did exist in this world; they just weren’t used much.

”Life is truly wonderful.”

Taking his seat, Loren sighed with emotion, casually wiping the soup from Anna’s mouth.

”Ah, my chopsticks fell. I’m so clumsy.”

During the meal, Mirrorheart’s chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor. Her tone was also one of exaggerated, flat delivery.

Loren looked down and, sure enough, saw Mirrorheart’s face. She was making a shushing gesture.