"Could it be that bookstore from last ti?"
The knight’s response was surprisingly quick, leaving the witch sowhat taken aback.
Of course, it only seed that way. As she asked back, she didn’t forget to gently pull out the brain fork.
"Why? Can’t I?"
I have to say, it was quite an interesting tool; as soon as it was removed from the flesh, the wound healed instantly.
Watching this scene, Fu Qian marveled while casually asking back.
The Pontiff still rembered such a little corner. It seed that the coffee prepared by Lady Rosetta tasted quite good.
"No, you can’t."
Surprisingly, the witch earnestly shook her head the next mont.
"Oh?"
Fu Qian didn’t hide his curiosity.
"Because I drank it all."
Tossing the brain fork aside, the witch responded as if it was only natural.
...
Drank it all.
Although the intention was to leave it just for Bernard, Loretta had prepared quite a lot.
Faced with this unexpected answer, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
However, it’s always best to look on the bright side. This proves that the Pontiff is quite open to the topic of tea, making it the right choice as a ans of relaxation.
"Don’t worry, this ti we’ll choose a different drink. Are you used to drinking black tea?"
Imagining the witch drinking alone in the bookstore, Fu Qian shook his head to assure that there’s no reason to worry, trusting in the plan of the Temple Knight.
"I haven’t drunk much, but it seems quite popular as well."
And the witch truly thought about it for a mont, expressing her willingness to try it rather than blindly praising it.
"It sounds like you’ve been blending in with the crowds lately; is the ’law of not looking at the Dark Moon’ canceled?"
From her account, Fu Qian seed to discern so additional information.
"More or less, it isn’t hard to do, but I don’t like changing things back and forth."
The witch’s tone was so relaxed that it fully conveyed a sense of self-definition.
"So, I’ve defined more clearly what counts as the Dark Moon—which, right now, it isn’t."
And then she moved, and a hat appeared in her hand.
Pointy top with a wide brim, the overall style sowhat resembled what was worn in the nightmare world, but it was much softer in style.
The color was no longer overly cool; it beca a warm tone more commonly chosen by ladies, with delicate but not cumberso accessories.
As the witch put the hat on her head, her integration into the outside world of Leytin seed significantly enhanced.
"Is there nothing else?"
But it only seed that way; Fu Qian looked at the naturally unadorned face.
Putting on a hat was enough to break away from the Dark Moon, then strolling in the dusk outside was indeed very witch-like.
Yet the transformation seed to involve more than just pulling out a hat, but the witch clearly wasn’t planning to alter her face at all.
Also, it fits her style, but walking on the streets with such a face could certainly shake the faith in the Dark Moon like a sunny day, right?
"Nothing else, though I’ve blocked so of their perceptions, they can’t quite grasp what they’re seeing... it was the sa way earlier too."
Casually confirming, the witch obviously knew what Fu Qian had in mind, and went on to explain.
...
Understood, this makes much more sense.
Fu Qian remarked that from their first eting, he could sense that the witch’s human appearance was not about manipulating facial features but an explicit embodint of the Transcendent nature.
So sotis, even doing nothing, others may not be able to bear it.
The reality proved the witch hadn’t done nothing; she had always handled things when outside.
And the ntion of "earlier" was easy to comprehend—previously he had questioned why the witch, with such a face, was rejected by the native residents in the World Within the Painting?
Even if it led to instinctive fear, resulting in being locked away in a dungeon, the Baroness would have made specific warnings or taken preventive asures when sending him to communicate.
Or at least found soone to help her reach the Sage status before allowing her to depart.
So at that ti, she was already exhibiting the effects of blocking recognition.
"Very well then, it seems I don’t need to change my clothes either?"
Upon realizing this, Fu Qian praised greatly, finally standing up, gesturing toward his attire.
Though not as dramatic as the witch, wearing full armor to drink tea could be a tad imposing.
"What were you originally planning to wear?"
The witch’s response, as expected, was so in control, and her curiosity about Fu Qian’s initial plans was evident as she stared at his face and asked.
"Don’t forget, I used to work at this place, so I’m quite experienced with dress codes... but I’d definitely keep this face, as most of the ti I prefer being an honest person."
Fu Qian confidently declared, referring to his previous experiences as Anke.
"So, when you first ca here, did you use your own face?"
The witch seed very satisfied with this answer, and sought further confirmation.
"Yes."
Fu Qian nodded.
"Let’s set off then, mysterious aesthetics enthusiast."
Both having t for the first ti in their true appearances, the witch was clearly pleased with this fact, stood up with a cheerful call, even using a sowhat familiar nickna.
...
"So you went with the original setup?"
Although it had been many days since the last visit, Fu Qian’s mory of the construction of the Church of the Western District was still vivid.
Following the morized route without any obstacles, and when passing a certain point, it suddenly beca lively around them.
Feeling the sudden burst of human activity, Fu Qian’s gaze fell on a nearby window, casually making an inquiry.
If not mistaken, during his last visit, he’d torn a piece of fabric from here to use as a cape.
As for the "original setup," one part was related to this—
The regi had changed, yet the original night-sky-colored drapes still hung there.
The Dark Moon, as an embodint of faith, showed remarkable self-assurance, without any guidance to alter such rituals.
On the other hand, the abrupt shift from quiet to lively was reminiscent of how the Bloodline Clan used to set this place up as a venue for gatherings.
The special Star Law created an overlapping domain, allowing others to traverse freely yet never reach the Bloodline Clan’s reality.
Remarkably, the witch had even retained this setup.
"I thought it wasn’t bad, so what do you think?"
Wearing a hat made the witch’s nodding gesture more graceful, and she promptly asked for Fu Qian’s opinion.
"Not bad."
Fu Qian imdiately agreed.
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