Although Zhou Qingqing verbally denied that she was doing this for “Frost’s Humiliation,” the moment the door was slowly pushed open, a young girl with ice-blue long hair stepped into the room.
Zhou Qingqing instinctively straightened her posture and looked toward the doorway.
There she saw a petite loli girl entering with a trace of fear in her eyes.
The slender wrists were reddened from being bound by chains, and the fragile body moved with cautious, timid steps—completely unrecognizable as the same person as the Ice Frost Witch from the game.
One was a cold, aloof mature beauty; the other was a soft, innocent loli.
Even though they shared the same appearance, the aura was worlds apart.
Still, Zhou Qingqing recognized her identity with just one glance.
“Sister Nun, this is the girl we discovered… the one who is destined to become a witch…”
“Destined to become a witch? Then right now she isn’t a witch yet～”
Zhou Qingqing sat elegantly on the sofa, scrutinizing the Ice Frost Witch in front of her with an amused gaze.
In the game, the Ice Frost Witch was lofty and untouchable, like a flawless block of ice that let people see straight into her pure core.
But the girl before her now had a small, delicate frame and carried a fragile, lovable air of vulnerability.
The way she glanced at Zhou Qingqing was shy and evasive—like the textbook definition of an adorable loli.
“You may leave now. I will personally interrogate this little witch myself～”
The nun standing behind her nodded obediently and quietly withdrew from the room.
Zhou Qingqing stood up and began circling the Ice Frost Witch, examining her from every angle.
“Face value: ten out of ten. Personality: ten out of ten. Body… a bit too loli… Wait, could it be that the time I’ve transmigrated to is earlier than the start of the game…?”
[Zhou Qingqing]
[Central Nun]
[A mysterious girl said to hail from the East. Her beautiful features are coveted by all; black hair and black eyes mark her identity. The Central Nun ranks directly below the Bishop.]
[Your appearance alone can captivate anyone, though at times it also invites the danger of being obsessively desired. Yet your status is far from ordinary.]
[Prone to triggering special events]
Zhou Qingqing glanced at the status card that had appeared beside her.
While she had some understanding of her current identity, she still knew far too little about this world.
That made sense, though.
If this really were the fully developed Ice Frost Witch, there was no way an ordinary nun could have captured her and brought her right to Zhou Qingqing’s doorstep.
“So the Ice Frost Witch as a little girl, huh… Now things are getting interesting～”
Only then did Zhou Qingqing realize that the 攻略 game she thought she was playing might actually turn into a raising sim.
A playful glint appeared in her eyes, and the little loli before her suddenly looked even cuter.
If she could build a good relationship with this Ice Frost Witch now—offer help and kindness during her most vulnerable moment—then once the girl grew into the true Ice Frost Witch, wouldn’t Zhou Qingqing basically be untouchable?
The thought made her slowly reach out and gently lift the girl’s chin, gazing into those innocent, guileless eyes.
The little loli in front of her shrank back slightly at the touch but didn’t dare resist, allowing her face to be raised.
“Uuu… S-Sister Nun… please don’t kill me… I don’t want to die…”
Because of her fear, Bai Shuang’s eyes darted away; she couldn’t bring herself to meet Zhou Qingqing’s gaze directly.
Her small hands fidgeted anxiously, clutching each other tightly as if that was the only source of security she had.
Seeing the trembling body of the frightened loli, Zhou Qingqing immediately realized she must still seem far too intimidating and unfamiliar.
‘No good… I need to act gentle and approachable. First impressions matter a lot…’
Zhou Qingqing glanced at the status card floating beside the other girl—the “unawakened witch” title—and slowly licked her lips, regarding the girl like an untouched canvas waiting to be painted.
[Bai Shuang]
[Human]
[Ice Frost Witch]
[Unawakened]
[Title: Lost Little Lamb]
[Favorability: 30%]
[A small loli who feels uneasy about her current situation, yet unconditionally trusts anyone who treats her gently]
[Is this really what you want? What are you hesitating for～]
The card displayed almost everything Zhou Qingqing wanted to know.
The other party’s identity as the Ice Frost Witch was basically confirmed.
She made an effort to soften her expression into that of a kind big sister.
“Your name is Bai Shuang, right? It’s a really pretty name～”
“Eh? Sister Nun… you know my name…?”
When Bai Shuang heard her name called, surprise flickered through her eyes.
After all, she was someone who might become a witch.
People with such an “evil” identity were normally despised and reviled.
Though she was still very young, Bai Shuang already understood what a witch represented—an uncontrollable calamity.
She still remembered the looks the townspeople gave her when her witch potential was discovered and she was taken away.
They stared at her like she was a monster.
Just thinking back on it filled her with indescribable despair.
That was why, the moment Zhou Qingqing spoke her name gently, a tiny spark of light appeared in Bai Shuang’s eyes.
‘Hm? Just calling her name makes her this happy? She’s even easier to win over than I expected…’
Noticing the reaction, Zhou Qingqing decided to test further.
She reached out, gave a light tug—and the small body offered no resistance at all.
Or rather, Bai Shuang hadn’t even raised her guard against Zhou Qingqing.
She was easily pulled forward and ended up sitting directly on Zhou Qingqing’s lap.
“Eek! S-Sister Nun!”
“I… I’m dirty… How can I get so close to Sister Nun?!”
Zhou Qingqing remained seated on the sofa while Bai Shuang sat in her lap.
The childish face was full of panic and unease.
Sensing the tension, Zhou Qingqing gently stroked the girl’s head as if to soothe her.
Bai Shuang didn’t resist the soft petting too strongly.
When her head was stroked, the tips of her ears merely turned faintly red.
Clearly, being comforted so tenderly by a Central Nun—someone she considered holy—caused the self-perceived “sinful” witch girl’s anxiety to gradually transform into a thread of dependence.
It was as though her instincts were telling her that this big sister wouldn’t hurt her.
Zhou Qingqing could feel the rigid little body slowly relaxing in her arms.
So she hugged Bai Shuang even more gently, the way one might pamper a younger sister.
“There’s no need to worry, no need to be afraid. No one is going to hurt you～”
“But… don’t they say witches get tied to crosses and burned alive? I… I’m scared of pain…”
As someone who had played the game, Zhou Qingqing naturally knew some of the setting’s backstory.
Witches were beings who stole the Goddess’s authority.
In a theocracy that placed divine right above all else, witches were blasphemers.
Children’s books were filled with hatred toward them.
But to the current Zhou Qingqing, none of that mattered much.
Her actions right now were essentially an investment.
Sheltering a witch carried risk, but if she could get through the risky early period, she would be set for life.
“Don’t worry. You don’t need to feel inferior about what you are. I can sense that your heart is kind～”
“Besides, I don’t think you’ll turn into an evil witch～”
Zhou Qingqing paused for a moment, then reached out with delicate fingertips to softly pinch the girl’s cheek.
Her night-black eyes gazed at Bai Shuang, completely capturing the little girl’s attention with their gentle beauty.
Bai Shuang, who had been too afraid to look directly at the nun before, now felt most of her wariness melt away after hearing those words.
Compared to Zhou Qingqing’s hidden calculations, Bai Shuang’s emotions were far simpler and purer.
When she was brought here, she had already prepared herself to be burned.
She had only held back her tears because the fear was so overwhelming.
“I… won’t become an evil witch…?”
Bai Shuang’s voice trembled slightly with emotion at those words.
But what drew even more attention were the gentle eyes beneath the veil—like soft starlight in the midnight sky.
Whether the words were lies or truth, in that moment Bai Shuang genuinely felt an urge to believe unconditionally.
“But… aren’t all witches evil? Someone like me…”
“Am I really… worthy of being treated so gently by you, Sister Nun? Should I…?”
Bai Shuang’s voice trailed off.
Her fingers fidgeted nervously as she basked in the warmth of the embrace.
For a moment she wondered if this was all just a dream that could end at any second.
Her voice remained small and cautious.
Zhou Qingqing looked at the lowered head full of self-loathing and could hardly imagine that this timid little loli would one day become the entity known as the White Disaster.
Then again, it made sense.
Only after experiencing endless despair in the game did she turn emotionally numb, almost wooden, and develop such obsessive attachments.
Bai Shuang kept her head down, not daring to meet Zhou Qingqing’s eyes—as if afraid the beautiful dream would shatter and wake her the very next second.
“It’s okay. The gods will forgive everything～”
“But the books say witches are thieves… bad people… The gods won’t forgive…”
Even after Zhou Qingqing’s soothing words, Bai Shuang still asked timidly, clearly influenced by deeply ingrained beliefs.
Zhou Qingqing realized those fixed ideas wouldn’t change so easily.
So she changed tactics—cupped the small face in both hands, and spoke beside the girl’s ear in a tone that left no room for doubt.
“Don’t think that way. Even if the gods won’t forgive you… the person right in front of you will～”
“Right now, aren’t I already accepting the existence of a witch?～”
Bai Shuang’s body trembled faintly as her face was held.
She stared at the smiling Zhou Qingqing and, following those words, fell into a subtle, quiet silence.
“…Sister Nun… can really accept someone like me…?”