Afterward, they chatted for a while longer.
Once Anthera had answered Lanafit’s questions, she took her leave.
Lanafit had asked why the other witches had no memories of their previous lives, yet she alone retained hers.
Anthera’s answer was:
The Demon God’s will erases one’s memories—specifically Lanafit’s own.
However, since Lanafit had been residing within Su Xiaorang’s body all these years, the memories she retained were actually his.
Thus, due to a strange twist of fate, those memories remained intact.
Incidentally, “Lanafit” was a name bestowed by the Demon God.
No one knows her original name from when she was alive.
This didn’t particularly bother her.
After all, even if she learned the name, that body—whose fate remained unknown—would still feel unfamiliar.
Besides, she had now been granted a new body, that of an immortal witch.
As for the soul’s gender, Anthera explained that in this world, a person’s soul retains the same gender across reincarnations—male remains male, female remains female.
Each soul is distinct, though they have no fixed appearance.
That meant Lanafit must have looked quite different before she was reincarnated as a witch.
Lanafit was deeply grateful for Anthera’s patient explanations.
To someone who had just arrived in this strange world and felt completely lost, Anthera’s kindness gave her a better understanding of her situation.
So when Anthera departed, Lanafit thanked her with great sincerity.
However, what Lanafit didn’t know was that Anthera hadn’t gone far.
She stood at a distance, watching Lanafit leave the garden with Roseithe.
She seemed preoccupied, lost in thought.
“Lanafit… the Girl of Curses, huh? But Lord Demon God… she’s such a sincere, gentle, and kind child. To make someone like her spread curses and calamities upon this world… for both the world and for her, isn’t that far too cruel?”
She muttered to herself but then shook her head.
“I am but a servant. For me to question my master’s decisions… I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t…”
Even as she said that, there was still a faint trace of concern in her eyes as she looked in the direction Lanafit had gone.
Anthera had been present during the witch-summoning ceremony, so from the beginning she’d noticed Lanafit’s uniqueness—an aura touched by another world.
And with her ability to perceive the true nature of souls, Anthera could see Lanafit’s essence clearly.
When Roseithe had announced Lanafit’s divine role—Witch of Curses and Calamities—Anthera had felt confusion and doubt.
That’s why she had rushed over the moment Roseithe contacted her.
“I just hope that the long years ahead will numb her to the pain of this duty. If not… sigh, never mind.”
She didn’t continue.
Turning around, she slowly disappeared into the misty path.
This place had been the home of witches for thousands of years—a miracle bestowed by the Demon God.
Floating islands in the sky, believed by mortals to be the dwelling place of the gods.
But in truth, it was also a prison for witches.
…
…
After leaving the garden, Lanafit was brought by Roseithe to an elegant villa.
It wasn’t far—the garden they had just been in was right behind the house.
Roseithe had specifically built it to host tea parties for the other witches.
However, due to her personality and preferences, very few witches ever actually attended.
As for the kind of things Roseithe hoped would happen after the tea and desserts—well, that was even less likely.
Most of the witches just came for the snacks, a bit of conversation, and then left.
As they walked through the luxurious corridors of the villa, Roseithe complained to Lanafit about how “unromantic” her sisters were.
But Lanafit thought it was perfectly reasonable.
If you’re a normal, decent person, who would want to be alone with someone who’s clearly eyeing your body?
Probably only those witches who felt truly lonely after all these years would be willing to endure Roseithe’s antics for the sake of some rare social interaction.
Although Lanafit no longer felt any romantic stirrings toward Roseithe, she was still grateful to be allowed to stay at her home for a while.
At the moment, Roseithe was leading her to the guest room where she’d be staying.
However…
The moment the door opened and Lanafit laid eyes on the room—larger than most grand halls, with a bed even longer than a medieval noble’s banquet table—her sense of gratitude instantly vanished into thin air.
Hmm… Yeah, it’s probably best to find a different guide.
“Welcome, welcome! My adorable little Lanafit~! Welcome to our love nest~!”
Roseithe looked at Lanafit with an increasingly perverted, infatuated grin.
“Hehehehehe… Little Lanafit, you were just summoned today and went through such a huge ordeal, right? You must be tired. Even though it’s still early, why don’t we go ahead and sleep together?”
Lanafit silently stared at her and asked flatly:
“…This isn’t my room, is it?”
“How could it not be?” Roseithe protested, stepping into the room and waving her hand in a grand gesture of welcome.
“This room belongs to both of us, of course.”
BANG—!!
As soon as Roseithe finished speaking, the door slammed shut.
“Lanafit?” Roseithe called out, confused to find herself alone in the room.
Then Lanafit’s voice came from outside the door.
“I think I’ll go ask Miss Anthera instead, see if she’d be willing to be my guide.”
“Eh? No way! I absolutely object to that!”
Roseithe immediately tried to pull open the door, but Lanafit on the other side was gripping the handle tightly.
There was no way she could get it open.
“Besides, weren’t you the one who was disgusted by the fact that I used to share a body with a man? Before you knew the truth, you even looked at me like I was trash. And now you’re suddenly all over me?”
“Because I’ve come to terms with it! Whether or not Lanafit was once inside some filthy man’s body, to me, she’s still pure and flawless! I don’t mind at all! In fact…”
“In fact?” Lanafit repeated the last two words with slight confusion.
“Hehehehe… In fact, deep down, Lanafit still thinks of herself as a man, doesn’t she?”
“…Yeah, that’s true.” Lanafit didn’t deny it.
Even though she now knew she wasn’t actually Su Xiaorang, she had lived as a man for 22 years.
The sudden shift to a female identity wasn’t something she could easily accept.
In her mind, she still saw herself as male.
“To still think of yourself as a man… while actually being female in both body and soul… not to mention how absolutely beautiful you look, Lanafit… hehehe… Just thinking about it makes me so excited~”
“…”
Lanafit stood with a deadpan expression, black lines forming on her forehead, while Roseithe’s lecherous laughter echoed from the other side of the door.
Honestly, she really didn’t understand how this woman’s brain worked.
If she were still Su Xiaorang, and a stunning woman like this threw herself at him, she absolutely would’ve had certain thoughts.
But now, despite Roseithe’s obvious seduction, she felt strangely calm.
Maybe it really was because her body had changed.
BANG BANG BANG—!!!
“Lanafit! Come on, open the door already! I promise I won’t do anything weird~!”
“You are weird.” Lanafit replied coldly from inside.
The knocking grew more frantic, but Lanafit had no intention of opening the door just yet.
Still, she couldn’t just stand here forever, holding the doorknob.
What should she do?
She looked around the hallway, searching for something to wedge the door shut, but found nothing useful.
Just then, Roseithe suddenly spoke up:
“Hehehe! Lanafit, you don’t seriously think a little door like this can stop a witch, do you? If you don’t open up soon, I’ll just use fire magic to burn this door down! And when that happens, don’t blame me for being too rough~!”
“Magic? You can use magic?” Lanafit was suddenly intrigued.
“Of course! We witches are chosen by the Demon God, you know! We’re born with knowledge of all the world’s magic! You could say we’re the most powerful race in existence—completely invincible!”
“Then… can I use it too?”
Lanafit asked again.
As a young person who had just graduated college, his enthusiasm for the fantastical elements of this world hadn’t faded.
Naturally, he was very interested in magic.
“Of course you can! Ah, come to think of it, I haven’t explained that part to you yet! You just need to focus your mind on magic, and the Demon God will awaken the knowledge of it that’s been planted in your memory. It’ll all come flooding back to you instantly!”
“That’s incredible.”
It reminded him of some wuxia or xianxia settings, where a master would pass on their skills directly into the protagonist’s mind.
Lanafit closed her eyes and focused hard, searching through her memory.
Suddenly, it felt as though she had entered a mysterious place—surrounded by white mist, and only one impossibly thick book floated in the air before her.
As her consciousness moved, the book opened and began flipping through pages rapidly.
On those pages were unfamiliar symbols and characters.
Yet, strangely, Lanafit could understand them.
They must be the language of this world.
Since becoming a witch, this language had somehow been imprinted in her memory.
After skimming through a few spells, she was astonished to find that she could fully comprehend them just by reading once—and the memory was vivid and clear, as if the knowledge had always been hers, simply reawakened.
Still, even if she only needed one glance to learn each spell, the book easily had tens of thousands of pages.
Reading through it would take some time.
The book in her spiritual realm closed, and she opened her eyes again.
She raised her left hand—the one that wasn’t gripping the door handle—and spread her fingers.
In an instant, frost gathered at her palm and formed into a glistening rose made of ice.
“This is magic… how amazing.”
She marveled at the miracle in her hand.
At last, she truly felt the reality of being in another world.
“Lanafit! I just sensed ice magic! You used magic, didn’t you?”
Came Roseithe’s excited voice from the other side of the door.
She had gone quiet earlier while Lanafit was concentrating—most likely not wanting to disturb her.
“Yeah. Thanks, Roseithe. Now I don’t need to go looking for something to help anymore.”
“Huh? Help with what?”
Roseithe was confused by this cryptic comment.
Still, she couldn’t help but go back to her usual teasing tone:
“Lanafit, sweetie, isn’t it time to let me in now? I mean, I just taught you how to use magic. Don’t you think you should repay me somehow? Hehehe~”
…
But outside the door, her brazen flirting was met with only silence.
“Lanafit?”
“HSSSS—! So cold!”
She reached for the doorknob again but quickly jerked her hand back.
A piercing cold shot through her fingers.
“This… the door’s frozen?!”
Seeing the frost forming on the doorknob, Roseithe finally realized what had happened.
But rather than being disappointed, she actually looked delighted.
“As expected of my sweet Lanafit—already able to apply magic so well! Still…”
As she spoke, flames ignited in her palm.
“To an experienced witch like me, you’re still a bit too green~! Once I get out, I’ll make sure to personally teach you how to use magic properly.”
…
…
“Huh? What’s going on? Why isn’t the ice melting? I can’t even blast the door open… D-Don’t tell me—?!”
Outside the door, Lanafit was long gone.
A thick wall of ice now completely sealed off the corridor.
For every bit of ice Roseithe managed to melt with her flames, it would rapidly regenerate.
“Lanafit?! Lanafit, darling?! Let me out! I won’t try anything weird again, I promise! Are you still there?!”
Her voice echoed through the villa, but Lanafit was already far away.
She had found a room with a proper bed and was now lying down, clearly the actual guest room.
As for Roseithe’s cries?
Wearing a pair of earplugs, Lanafit couldn’t hear a thing—and had no intention of listening either.