“I don’t really know. That’s just what everyone calls me,” answered the wolf girl, Shadow Wolf.
“Hmm…” Samimi was too tired to complain.
“I’ll take you to meet everyone. We’re throwing a welcome party for you!” Shadow Wolf suddenly grabbed Samimi’s hand and rushed her down the stairs.
“Welcome party? Isn’t it a bad idea to wake everyone up at this hour?” Samimi was full of questions.
“Don’t worry. Nightlife’s just getting started. Nobody’s asleep this early,” said Shadow Wolf.
But Niubao was sleeping just fine! Samimi kept that thought to herself.
Now wasn’t the time to nitpick—Samimi was carefully analyzing the strength of her new half-beast magician roommate.
First off, she had approached Samimi without a sound—even though Samimi had Clarity Spell active the entire time, which is basically a detection spell. Yet she never sensed the wolf girl.
Ordinarily, half-beasts have strong body odor and aren’t suited for stealth. But Shadow Wolf’s scent came and went unpredictably—right now, she smelled strongly of dog.
It was clear: she had techniques to suppress her presence. A stealth expert.
…
Before long, Shadow Wolf had pulled Samimi into the small castle’s main hall.
Despite it being the dead of night, the hall was softly glowing—magical hanging lamps lit the room.
Three very unique, very weird, but beautiful girls were sitting on the couches, having a midnight snack. They all turned their heads simultaneously to look at Samimi and Shadow Wolf.
Samimi’s heart skipped a beat.
Of course, this was a light-yuri fantasy world—only girls, not a single man in sight.
These three mage girls all appeared human at first glance—but upon closer inspection, something about them was clearly off. Each gave off an aura that screamed not quite human.
“This is White Spider,” said Shadow Wolf, introducing her dorm mates.
On the left-hand sofa was a ghostly pale girl with disheveled hair like a horror movie ghost. She sat hugging her knees, saying nothing—like a humanoid air conditioner.
Her demon-like eyes stared at Samimi through strands of hair, making her feel a chill.
“And this is Alyssa,” Shadow Wolf continued.
On the right sofa sat a sleepy-looking girl with wavy blue hair. She looked completely exhausted—after glancing at Samimi once, she immediately went back to sleep.
But her body was wrapped in faint strands of blue magic—a continuous mana emission, like a balloon slowly leaking. Totally baffling.
Why would she be actively casting magic in her sleep?
And Samimi couldn’t even identify what kind of element the blue magic was. It definitely wasn’t one of the five basic elements.
“She’s Brayetta, our leader,” said Shadow Wolf, already munching on snacks.
In the center sat a girl with brown hair, the most normal-looking one in the room.
She wore a neat apprentice mage robe, sat with perfect posture, and had a calm and intelligent demeanor. She studied Samimi with a composed expression.
She was the textbook image of a female mage—exactly what someone who’s never met one would imagine.
But she looked so proper that she stood out as weird among this band of misfits.
Let’s not forget, even Samimi herself wasn’t exactly “normal”—who else wears a black lace blindfold?
And Shadow Wolf’s introductions had been utterly useless—she gave no real information at all.
“Hello everyone, I’m the new apprentice mage, Samimi.” She forced a polite smile, suppressing her urge to comment on everything.
White Spider and Alyssa had no reaction—one was lost in her own world, and the other was sleeping.
“Hello. I’m Brayetta, dorm leader of Darkmoon Hall. Welcome to our family.” Brayetta stood up gracefully and extended her hand.
“Looking forward to working with you.” Samimi shook her hand.
“If anything comes up, just come to me. As you can see, our roommates are a bit… unique,” Brayetta said. “They’re what you’d call heretical mages—their lives revolve entirely around magic and they care for little else.”
“I get it,” Samimi nodded in understanding.
She had, after all, studied magic to the point of collapsing today—so she could relate.
“One last question: are you a heretical mage like us?” Brayetta asked. “I noticed you’re wearing a nun’s robe. Are you part of that priest group that likes licking flame mages’ feet? Because if you are, we’d rather keep our distance.”
“I am with them, yes—we’re clergy,” Samimi replied, “but I’m also a heretical mage like you. I’m one of you.”
“Then why would a mage join the Church?” Brayetta asked.
“Well, to be honest… I wouldn’t have if I had a choice. I first awakened the Light of Healing, then developed a magic affinity—so the Church sent me here,” Samimi explained.
The moment she said that, the other girls perked up—even the sleepy one opened her eyes.
“You have a dual affinity?” Brayetta asked seriously.
“Yes, but I can’t tell you my magic affinity. Still, I know I’ll never be accepted by mainstream elemental mages. I’ll stand with all of you—no matter what,” Samimi said firmly.
“I understand. I won’t pry further.” Brayetta reached out again. “Then on behalf of everyone at Darkmoon Hall, welcome again. Come, have some snacks. It’s not much, but it’s what we’ve got.”
Samimi shook her hand again, then sat down to eat with everyone.
Nothing bonds people faster than sharing a meal.
At night, these heretical mages would gather to eat, share ideas, and study together.
Only after sunrise would they return to their rooms to rest.
For mages, meditation essentially replaced sleep. They could rest and absorb ambient magical energy at the same time—making them about 33% more efficient than regular people.
All of them were true night owls—researching magic all night, sleeping all day.
And they never attended class. They stayed exclusively in Darkmoon Hall.
“Wake up.”
But early in the morning, Priestess Rebecca came knocking like a soul-reaping ghost—dragging Samimi off to class.
“Your beastkin servant can’t come with you,” Rebecca said coldly, eyeing Niubao. “She’s not a mage. She stays.”
“No bull, no me,” Samimi shot back. “If she doesn’t go, I don’t go.”
Thanks for the chapters