On the surface of this bronze mirror was a bell-like pattern that trembled from time to time, and whenever it swayed, Enya could hear a buzzing sound emanating from the mirror.
Along with a tingling vibration spreading through her body…
Enya narrowed her eyes.
No matter how she looked at it, this thing gave her a sense of déjà vu, but it seemed so distant that she was almost about to forget which memory this feeling came from.
The mirror had been given to her by Antiros.
At the time, Antiros hadn’t explained the mirror’s exact purpose.
The witch lady had only said something rather irresponsible: she told Enya to go back and wait for news.
Could this be the news she was referring to now?
“Could it be some explosive news?”
Enya’s eyes suddenly widened.
If Antiros really found a complete Divine Bloodline, then she wouldn’t have to run around so hard anymore, right? Thinking this made Enya happy, but she quickly suppressed her joy.
It was still too early to celebrate.
“Better to see what’s going on first. If it really is, then it won’t be too late to rejoice later.”
Enya took a deep breath.
Her gaze settled on the mirror, and through it, she saw her current self—that was Lady Ainphil Enya Crochy, with silver hair and blue eyes.
After sensing the two children’s locations and confirming there was no problem, Enya didn’t even bother to take off her apron and walked straight into the study.
Closing the door behind her, Enya extended her index finger to tap the constantly shaking bell-shaped pattern.
As the surroundings dimmed, she found herself pulled into a very strange space.
It was dim and dark here, with only a round table visible in the distance. Several figures were already seated around it.
They seemed to be waiting for something.
Though their forms were blurred, Enya could still tell they were all women. Hesitating for a moment, she decided to walk forward.
At one side of the round table, a pink-haired woman straightened up when she saw the newcomer, the silver-haired Black Nun Moth Lady.
Her gaze fixed on Enya, seemingly trying to pierce through the fuzzy veil—but of course, that was impossible.
Once Enya sat down, she was surprised to find herself already in the form of the Black Nun Moth Lady.
But before she could marvel at this transformation, she noticed several pairs of eyes all focused on her.
A pink-haired woman.
A light teal elf.
A purple-haired demon.
A golden-haired fox spirit.
They all stared at Enya as if silently asking, Who are you, and what are you doing here? This gave Enya the awkward feeling of being in someone else’s circle of friends—yet she knew no one here.
Hiss…
Looks like they’re not very friendly, huh?
“All right, everyone’s here.”
At that moment, the last chair was pulled out, and a petite girl with black hair sat down. Enya immediately recognized her—it was Antiros!
So the others seated here must be… Hiss…
Enya’s breath caught in her throat.
The pink-haired human woman was Princess Vivienne, and the light teal elf girl—if she wasn’t mistaken—was the Elven Saintess, Eliv.
The purple-haired figure might very well be the Demon Empress. Enya instantly identified the golden-haired fox spirit’s identity too.
After figuring out everyone, Enya broke out in a cold sweat.
She cast her eyes toward Antiros, wanting to ask what exactly was going on—when did they start contacting each other, and why was she being left out of their group chat?
Obviously, the meeting had no such agenda.
Antiros ignored Enya’s questioning gaze for the moment. After scanning the room, she spoke to everyone.
“I’ll give up my turn to speak. What do you all want to say?”
Seated to Antiros’ right was the Elven Saintess Eliv. Her gaze landed on Enya without any kindness.
“Witch Lady, won’t you introduce this one?”
Enya opened her mouth, intending to speak for herself, but Antiros beat her to it.
“She is my undercover inside the Scholars of Dawn,” Antiros said, her gaze shifting to Enya as she tilted her head toward her.
“Right?”
“Yes, yes… I’m the undercover sent by the Witch Lady, hehehe.”
Enya smiled awkwardly at everyone’s stare.
“You can just call me… Ms. Moth. Yes, just call me Ms. Moth!”
Princess Vivienne narrowed her eyes, staring intently at her.
“Ms. Moth?”
Enya felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny. If it were just ordinary people staring like this, she wouldn’t care at all, but these women all had complicated relationships with her.
The purple-haired Demon Empress looked at Enya with amusement.
“Hey, your race is Demon, right? She doesn’t even spare someone like you?”
“Ahem, ahem, ahem…”
Enya coughed dryly. What was that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m like some kind of flower, attracting every bee and butterfly? I’m about to get angry!
The Golden Fox Princess joined the teasing.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, so Enya actually knows your kind~”
“The aggression is a bit too strong, everyone.”
Eliv’s voice was cold but trying to mediate. Yet, the tone didn’t sound quite right. This felt more like a ritual to intimidate the newcomer.
Fortunately, Princess Vivienne intervened.
“Enough. We’re here to discuss serious matters. Since Ms. Moth is our undercover in the Scholars of Dawn, many things will become easier.”
Then, Vivienne suddenly changed her tone, smiling at Enya.
“I believe Ms. Moth will prove her value.”
“???”
Enya was filled with question marks. She looked toward Antiros, hoping her mentor would say something, but she only saw Antiros pretending not to know anything. With everyone ganging up, Antiros wasn’t going to help her—this left Enya completely bewildered.
Is this how you play it?
After a moment of silence, Antiros addressed the group.
“The next gathering of the Scholars of Dawn will be in one year. Ms. Moth, you need to climb into their higher ranks quickly to obtain more secret information.”
Facing their gazes, Enya forced a stiff smile and nodded.
“All right, just wait and see!”
After this was over, the Elven Saintess Eliv spoke up.
“Recently, the seals in the Northern Mountains were attacked. I suspect the Scholars of Dawn are behind it, stirring things up. Many of their supported Sleeve Force factions among the Human Northern Nations have been acting like burrowing rats, trying to steal the chaotic power behind those seals.”
Stealing?
Enya recalled the powerful presence she sensed earlier in the rift of the Northern Mountains. It seemed that entity was no small matter.
So, the forces cultivated by the Scholars of Dawn… are all digging up graves?