Hunting High School

Kerma sat in front of the dressing table, twirling her fingers through her hair, staring blankly at the pale yellow wallpaper on the wall.

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Under her arm is not a powder compact or eye cream or other cosmetics, but a thick magic book. The book was spread open, revealing a yellowed sheepskin drawing in the interlayer.

A complex sketch of a magic circle was outlined on the parchment. There were red light spots moving slowly along the traces of the carbon lines. It seemed that it had been running for a long time. The red halo on the light spots had declined to the limit, almost becoming became white.

"Zizi...Zizi..."

From the swarm of lanterns hanging from the ceiling came a disturbed screech, like an old radio with a bad reception. This abnormality woke up the pensive witch.

She looked up at the flickering lights above her head, looked around, and finally set her gaze on the vanity mirror in front of her.

"It's very impolite to break into a girl's bedroom without the master's permission." Kerma calmly said to the own vanity mirror.

The mirror remained motionless, as if it were an ordinary mirror.

The witch stopped paying attention to it, but put her hands behind her head, grabbed the loose long hair, tied it up, and pulled it into a neat bun, revealing her fair and slender neck.

"Get in or get out, you always have a choice." The witch glanced at the dim surface of the vanity mirror, a little impatiently: "... instead of staying in the cracks of the 'mirror world' all the time."

Her Dharma book shook a few times on the pillow not far from the dressing table, flickering with a faint light, as if trying to attract the owner's attention.

Under these multiple warnings, the uninvited guest hiding in the mirror finally gave up pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Like boiling mercury, the mirror trembled violently, stirring up ripples of different shades. After a while, the ripples receded, and the mirror regained its calm, except that there was an extra square chair on the dressing table.

There is also a chubby mouse with wrinkles all over the body sitting on the Taishi chair.

"It was an accident." The Mouse Immortal turned his face away, squeezed his withered beard in embarrassment, and explained in a low voice: "I was just strolling in the mirror world, and I came here to have a look... I am so old, and Another mouse..."

The witch didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You don't need to explain, I just thought it was some little thief." She smiled, reached out and took out a nail scissors from the box in the corner of the dressing table, reached out and grabbed the mouse fairy's little paw, and squeezed: "... You should let those kids trim your nails a lot, it's good for you."

The Mouse Fairy stared blankly at the witch's nail clippers for a long while without making a sound.

"Crack, click, click."

In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of nail clippers clicking. The sensitive light bugs on the ceiling have already returned to a stable frequency, puffing out their bellies, and pouring pale white lights down the room.

"Are you...going to that Minor World tomorrow...to do that?" The Rat Immortal turned his face sideways, staring at the thick magic book at the foot of the chair, and at the complicated magic circle diagram on the parchment , asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The witch raised her eyebrows.

She didn't think the Mouse Fairy didn't know about it. At the moment it brought up this topic, it must not be that simple. Maybe it was the reason for its "accidental passing" tonight.

The guest did not keep the host waiting.

"This magic circle is very dangerous...very dangerous." The Rat Immortal stared at the slowly moving light red spot on the picture, and said softly: "The magic related to the starry sky makes Death look so gentle."

"Is it more dangerous than the life of the jugglers in the North District?" the witch asked back.

The Mouse Immortal was silent for a long time: "They are still alive after all."

"A walking dead is not considered alive." Regarding this point, the witch felt that she had more say than the mouse in front of her.

The Rat Fairy fell silent again, while the witch continued to cut its claws quietly.

"Let me tell you a story." The Rat Immortal finally spoke again, speaking very slowly, but clearly speaking, as if each word took a lot of its determination: "After listening to this story, you can decide whether you want it or not." go."

The witch blinked her eyes and pricked up her ears curiously, not knowing what kind of story the Mouse Fairy was going to tell.

"I used to be a wizard, you know." The mouse fairy glanced at the witch with kindness in his eyes: "There are not a hundred wizards like me in the First University, but there are also eighty... , doing experiments that can never be finished, day after day.”

"In a sense, there is no fundamental difference between us and the magicians in the North District."

"I don't like doing experiments. Compared with harsh, boring, dangerous, and boring magic experiments, I prefer to go on an adventure to the new world, or open a candy hut in the depths of the silent forest, go fishing by the river every morning, Go home and cook some mushroom soup. Have a dog named Tom; a cat named Jerry. If you're lucky, you can even make friends with a unicorn or Phoenix."

"But dreams are just dreams after all."

"For the sake of my children, I have to do a lot of magic experiments. I have to become a senior researcher, a top registered wizard, and even a great wizard."

"Oh, did I tell you that I have a daughter?" The Mouse Fairy looked at the witch with sparkling eyes, "Juice, that's her nickname...because every time I see her, I feel a sense of urgency." The satisfaction of drinking a large glass of fruit juice in summer."

Kerma squeezed its little paw and shook her head quietly.

She has a bad feeling.

"When the juice is still there, I like to cut my nails the most." The Mouse Immortal took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and blew his nose very loudly, but his voice suddenly became lighter: "...Of course, we must Admit it, you're not bad at cutting."

The witch forced a smile.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Without any more transitions and memories, the Mouse Immortal's speech speed suddenly accelerated a lot: "When Juice was two years old, an accident happened in my laboratory. Monster Qi leaked...very high concentration, very high purity Monster Qi... The entire laboratory has been corrupted by Monster Qi. According to the procedure, the school sealed off the entire laboratory."

"We were all in the lab at the time. Me, Juice's mother, she was my assistant. Juice's Uncle, and her Aunts. They were all sealed in the lab."

Kerma took a deep breath, and couldn't help shaking the fingers pinching the Mouse Immortal. The Dharma book not far behind her seemed to sense the master's shock, and suddenly lit up with a silvery-white light, illuminating the originally dimly lit room.

"Worried that I have degenerated into a demon?" The beard on the corner of the mouse fairy's mouth was raised, as if he was satisfied with the witch's reaction.

Kerma calmed down in a moment.

"No, you are not a monster." She was very sure: "The school allows you to exist, which means you are not a monster."