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This was a quaint little courtyard filled with various beautiful flowers and plants.
It resembled a garden from a medieval noble’s estate.
In one corner of the garden sat a white square tea table, covered in a blue-and-white tablecloth, with an assortment of delicious-looking desserts neatly arranged on top.
At the moment, Su Xiaorang was sitting stiffly on a chair beside the table.
Strangely, however, the tempting desserts were positioned noticeably closer to the opposite side of the table rather than toward him.
Normally, such a scene would evoke images of a tea party between noble ladies, yet there was no tea or coffee prepared in front of Su Xiaorang at all.
“Mm, I think I understand the situation now.”
The woman sitting across from Su Xiaorang set down her teacup, wisps of steam still rising from the red tea within.
She appeared to be around twenty years old and was undeniably beautiful.
However, her beauty leaned toward the androgynous side—she bore both the refined handsomeness of a man and the soft elegance of a woman, the two blending together perfectly.
“So, in summary, you’re saying that you were originally male, but after losing consciousness and arriving here, your body became female, correct?”
“Yes, so I wanted to ask…”
Su Xiaorang was just about to ask a question when he realized that he didn’t know this woman’s name, which made him feel a bit awkward.
But the woman smiled gently.
“I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Seventh Witch—Anthera Sael, the Witch of Reincarnation and Transmigration. Just call me Anthera.”
“Ah, nice to meet you, Miss Anthera.”
Su Xiaorang appeared extremely reserved.
He had no idea how to deal with someone who exuded the aura of a high-level professional woman.
After all, he was a socially defeated bottom-rung job seeker—he had nothing in common with someone from the elite class like her.
“No need to be so polite. I more or less understand the cause of your current state. But before we get into that…”
Anthera frowned slightly, her elegant brows drawing together as she looked to the side.
“Roseithe, isn’t it time you let go of me?”
“Eh? But Anthera-sis never comes to visit me. I have to make up for all the lost cuddles.”
“No… I just prefer peace and quiet, that’s why I don’t drop by, and you’re always so…”
Anthera looked visibly troubled, clearly finding it hard to deal with Roseithe’s clinging.
Roseithe—the stunningly beautiful woman—was at this moment hugging Anthera’s waist tightly and leaning affectionately against her.
In most cases, this kind of closeness would be a sign of intimacy between girls.
But Su Xiaorang couldn’t help feeling that something was… off.
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Wait a second—did Roseithe just bury her face in Anthera’s sleek, shoulder-length navy-blue hair and inhale deeply?
Also, those arms wrapped around Anthera’s waist had been slowly creeping upward since earlier, clearly aiming for those modest B-cup-sized.
At last, Su Xiaorang finally understood why Roseithe had been so warm and welcoming at first, only to turn ice-cold the moment she learned he was a man.
This tea-party setup was likely intentional—there was never a teacup prepared for him.
This impossibly beautiful Roseithe… was probably a hardcore man-hating lesbian goddess…
In the end, Anthera failed to shake off Roseithe’s clinginess.
However, the latter’s breast-groping scheme also ultimately failed.
Ignoring Roseithe, who was still wrapped around her, Anthera cleared her throat twice to ease the awkwardness, then turned her attention back to Su Xiaorang.
“Let’s return to the main topic, Su Xiaorang—or rather, I think it’s better to call you Lanafit.”
“Alright… whatever you prefer.”
Su Xiaorang didn’t dare object.
After all, this person might be his only hope of returning home.
“Mm, very well. Lanafit, I truly sympathize with your situation. But I must tell you that I can’t turn you back into a man or send you home. Because your soul… has always belonged to this world—and has always been female.”
“…What?” Su Xiaorang’s eyes widened in shock.
How was that possible?
He had real memories of his previous life—twenty-two full years of living as a man couldn’t possibly be fake.
And yet the woman before him—the one he’d pinned his hopes on—was telling him that he’d always been like this, dismissing his entire past as false.
How could that be?
But compared to Su Xiaorang’s shock, Roseithe’s eyes lit up.
“Huh? So that means little Lanafit just had a memory disorder and wasn’t one of those squid-smelling men after all? I knew it! I said it from the start—someone as pretty as Lanafit couldn’t possibly be one of those stinky guys~!”
As she spoke, she finally released Anthera and stared at Lanafit with sparkling eyes.
“Sorry, Lanafit dear, I’m just a little averse to men. But if you’re actually an adorable girl all along, then it’s totally fine~!”
Only then did she seem to remember her earlier behavior.
Seeing that Lanafit’s side of the table was completely empty, she quickly pushed the plate of desserts toward her.
“Oh my! Just look at me—too focused on Anthera-sis visiting for the first time, I completely neglected you, little sis. I didn’t even pour you any tea. You must be so thirsty after talking so much! I’ll go pour some for you right now~!”
At that moment, both Su Xiaorang and Anthera looked at Roseithe with indescribable expressions.
Just how thick-skinned could someone be?
She had been ice-cold earlier—her gaze practically treating Su Xiaorang like trash—and now she was shamelessly crawling back to flatter him… her.
Su Xiaorang stared at Roseithe’s breathtakingly beautiful face.
Hmm…
He suddenly found that the heart-throbbing feeling from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a strange calmness.
He ignored Roseithe, who was now busy fetching teaware.
On the other hand, with Roseithe’s clinging finally out of the way, Anthera seemed visibly relieved, and the two resumed their discussion.
“Miss Anthera, if what you’re saying is true, does that mean my condition is just a memory disorder?”
This was the possibility Roseithe had just brought up.
Although Su Xiaorang found it unlikely, it didn’t hurt to ask.
But Anthera shook her head.
“No, those are all your real memories. Nothing about them is false. You really did spend over twenty years in that world. But your soul—though touched by the will of another world—still originates from this one.”
Hearing this made Su Xiaorang even more confused, but Anthera didn’t intend to leave her in the dark.
She smiled gently and said:
“Let me explain why I can be sure that you’re someone from this world.”
Knowing the importance of what was about to be said, Su Xiaorang nodded and listened intently.
“Before we became witches, we were all originally residents of this world.
From the very beginning, we were chosen by the will of the Demon God.
After our deaths, we were reincarnated as witches.
In a way, you could call it a cycle of death and rebirth.
Of course, we don’t retain memories of our previous lives as humans—it’s not allowed for us to recall them.”
After saying this, Anthera noticed Su Xiaorang seemed to have a question, so she raised her hand slightly toward her in a gesture of invitation.
“If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
“Then may I ask, if you have no memories of your previous life, how do you know you were originally a resident of this world?”
Su Xiaorang asked.
She needed to understand everything thoroughly, even if it didn’t seem directly related to her.
“For me and a few witches before me, we didn’t know. But those who came after did—because the Demon God entrusted me with the responsibility of summoning the new witches.”
This revelation caught Su Xiaorang off guard.
“Then… does that mean I was also summoned by you, Miss Anthera?”
But to Su Xiaorang’s surprise, Anthera shook her head and continued explaining in detail.
“I only carry out the Demon God’s will.
When He tells me to summon a new witch, I follow His command.
But I don’t know who the chosen one is. After the summoning, I can vaguely sense the location of the soul—but it is always somewhere in this world.”
In short, Anthera is the one who performs the summoning, but she is not the one who makes the selection.
She is like a precise machine—no matter how advanced, a machine still requires someone to press the switch and input commands.
That someone, in this case, is the will of the Demon God.
“Until the 34th witch—Roseithe—I always received clear instructions from the Demon God’s will. But this time, I received nothing.”
She turned her gaze seriously to Su Xiaorang.
“Lanafit, you were likely summoned directly by the Demon God’s will.
That means you may be fundamentally different from me and all the witches who came before.
That could also explain why you lived in another world and, upon being summoned, were assigned to the domain of Curses and Calamities.
Of course, this is only a hypothesis.”
The sheer amount of information in these words was overwhelming—Su Xiaorang couldn’t process it all at once.
She was just an ordinary person from that world, someone who didn’t even believe in gods.
Now, with talk of the Demon God’s will and the responsibilities of a witch, it all felt far too fantastical to her.
Anthera, however, was a deeply empathetic woman.
She could clearly perceive Su Xiaorang’s inner confusion and understood her state of mind.
“Lanafit, there’s no need to feel lost. We witches have an infinite lifespan. In the endless years to come, you’ll have all the time in the world to think about these questions. I believe that, one day, you’ll find your answers.”
“…Mm. Thank you, Miss Anthera.”
After a long pause, Su Xiaorang finally nodded.
Right now, she was indeed completely in the dark.
But being anxious wouldn’t help.
It was better to search for clues—though she still wished she could find a way to return to her world sooner rather than later.
The people who cared about her would surely be worrying the longer she was away.
“I advise you not to keep thinking about going back.”
Just as Su Xiaorang was lost in these thoughts, Anthera suddenly interrupted her.
“Huh? Why?”
“Because doing so would kill the real Su Xiaorang. In the end, all that would remain is a lifeless corpse.”
Anthera’s words left Su Xiaorang stunned and confused.
The real Su Xiaorang?
What did that mean?
Wasn’t she Su Xiaorang herself?
“I’ll explain next why I said that your soul is fundamentally female. Once I’ve explained, you’ll understand.”
Anthera paused briefly, as if her throat had dried from all the speaking.
She picked up her cup of black tea and took a gentle sip.
Only after placing the elegant cup back down did she continue.
“Simply put, during your reincarnation, you accidentally passed through a spatial rift of some kind and ended up in another world.
There, after being reborn, your soul and the real Su Xiaorang’s soul ended up switching bodies.
This type of phenomenon is incredibly rare—but not unheard of.
Since I govern reincarnation and rebirth, I can directly perceive the essence of souls, and I’ve seen such cases before.”
CRASH—!!
Just as Su Xiaorang was waiting for Anthera to continue her explanation, a sudden, crisp sound of porcelain shattering rang out beside them.
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