She had no choice but to search her room again for any clues of her identity, and after a final round, she looked down at her clothes and wished she could slap herself.
"Tsk, turning into a mortal really has dulled my wits. In my past life, I often used my phone to look for my phone. Now, this is just a classic replay."
Dorothy thought helplessly.
It was only then that she noticed the clothing she was wearing, the classic black and white nun's habit of the Church.
"Oh co on, the original owner was really scheming, huh? You, a mage, running to the Church to beco a nun, what kind of insider play is this? Trying to hide in plain sight?"
Unfortunately, in this less developed dieval era, finding a full-length mirror to check out her appearance was unrealistic. The Hobody Witch could only look down and then silently lifted her head.
Tsk, she almost forgot that she was participating in the Witch's Night under the account of the Moon Goddess Incarnation, and with the Moon Goddess's humongous stature...
I'm dying, you can't even see your lower body when you look down.
"Wow, can you really be a good nun with such a sexy figure? So saucy."
Even though it was her own body, the Hobody Witch couldn't help but make such comnts about herself.
However, before she could thoroughly inspect her body, an abrupt knock on the door interrupted her.
"Dorothy, co out quick, we have a sanctification ritual to conduct."
A man's voice ca from outside the door.
"Uh, am I still called Dorothy here? Is this a special rule of the Witch's Night, or is it just a coincidence that I've taken over the identity of soone with the sa na?"
The Hobody Witch, hearing the call from the person outside, was suddenly startled and then frowned in thought.
But now, there wasn't enough ti for her to think it over; she hurriedly opened the door and walked out.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
However, the mont she opened the door, she was completely baffled because the middle-aged man standing at the door, dressed in a priest's garb, looked overly familiar.
"Adam?"
Seeing the middle-aged priest, who couldn't be said to be completely similar to her own father but rather exactly the sa, Dorothy was utterly dumbfounded.
"How many tis have I told you, even if you don't want to call Father directly, you should at least call Priest, not by my na only," the middle-aged priest said, frowning and scolding the woman in front of him.
"And what's with all this frantic behavior? You forgot your veil again; don't you know that going out like this could cause trouble?"
He muttered that, then skillfully pulled out a veil from beside him and put it on his daughter.
In the end, he emphasized.
"Dorothy, you must stick with during the sanctification ritual later. The general diocese has sent a few witch hunters, and I don't think any of them are up to any good. You must rember to keep a low profile, avoid trouble, and don't let those lechers set their eyes on you. Poor Denisha was just unfortunate this ti, ah, what a sin, what a pity for that girl."
The middle-aged priest said, his face showing sorrow.
But at this point, the Hobody Witch was completely confused, after all, who wouldn't be baffled in a situation where a person looks and sounds almost exactly like your father and even shares the sa na?
Freaking heck, am I really dreaming?
Dorothy thought, her mind overheating for a mont.
But before she could recover from the shock of her significantly familiar 'father,' a familiar na ntioned by the old man stunned her again.
Denisha?
Dammit, isn't that the na of the God King?
Sanctification ritual?
Holy moly, wait, it can't really be going the way I think it is, can it?
The Hobody Witch turned pale as she pondered a terrifying possibility.
...Dorothy trembling in fear...
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