Monster Hunting High School

Kolma sat in front of the dressing table, tangled her hair with her fingers, and looked at the light yellow wallpaper on the wall with blank eyes.

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

There is a complex sketch of the magic circle sketched on the parchment. There are red light spots moving slowly along the traces of the carbon lines. It seems that it has been running for a long time. The redness on the light spots has declined to the limit and has almost become... became white.

"Zizzi...zizi..."

There was an uneasy sound coming from the swarm of light bugs hanging on the ceiling, as if an old radio had a bad signal. This abnormality awakened the meditative witch.

She raised her head and glanced at the flickering light above her head, looked around, and finally landed on the dressing mirror in front of her.

"It is very impolite to break into a girl's bedroom without the owner's permission." Kolma said calmly in front of her dressing mirror.

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

The witch stopped paying attention to it. Instead, she put her hands behind her head, grabbed her 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 dressing mirror, a little impatient: "...instead of staying in the gap of the 'mirror world'."

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.

The mirror surface was like boiling mercury. It trembled violently and stirred up ripples of different depths. After a while, the ripples receded and the mirror surface returned to calm. However, there was a square Taishi chair on the dressing table.

There was also a chubby rat with wrinkles all over its body sitting on the Grand Master's chair.

"It was an accident," the Rat Immortal turned his face away, pinched his dry beard in embarrassment, and defended in a low voice: "I was just wandering around in the mirror world, and came over to take a look...I am already so old, and Another mouse..."

The witch was dumbfounded.

"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: "... It’s good for your health to have those kids trim your nails regularly.”

The Rat Immortal stared blankly at the witch's nail clippers for a long time without making a sound.

"Kaka, kaka."

In the quiet bedroom, there was only the sound of nail clippers clicking. The sensitive light bugs on the ceiling have long since returned to a stable frequency, with their bellies swollen and spreading pale white light across the room.

"Are you...going to that small world tomorrow...to do that thing?" The Mouse Immortal turned his face sideways, staring at the heavy Dharma book at the foot of the chair, and at the complicated magic array diagram on the parchment. , asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The witch raised her eyebrows.

She didn't think that the Rat Immortal didn't know about this. Now that it brought up this topic, it was certainly not that simple. Maybe that was the reason why it passed by by chance 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 array diagram and said softly: "The magic related to the starry sky makes death seem so gentle."

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

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

"The walking dead are not 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 and nails quietly.

"Let me tell you a story." The Rat Immortal finally spoke again, speaking very slowly but speaking very clearly, as if every word took a lot of determination: "After listening to this story, you can decide whether to go."

The witch blinked and pricked up her ears curiously, wondering what kind of story the Rat Fairy was going to tell.

"I used to be a wizard, you know." The Mouse Fairy glanced at the witch with a kind look in his eyes: "There are not even a hundred wizards like me in the First University, but there are eighty... buried in experiments all day long. , doing experiments that will 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 adventures in the new world, or open a candy hut deep in the silent forest, go fishing by the river every morning, and go fishing at night. Go home and make some mushroom soup. Get a dog named Tom. Get a cat named Jerry. If you’re lucky, you can make friends with a unicorn or a phoenix.”

"But dreams can only be dreams after all."

"For the sake of my children, I must do many, many magical experiments. I must become a senior researcher, the top registered wizard, and even a grand wizard."

"Oh, did I tell you that I have a daughter?" The Mouse Fairy looked at the witch with bright eyes: "Juice, this is her nickname...because every time I see her, it makes me feel so big. The satisfaction of drinking a big glass of juice in the summer.”

Kolma squeezed its little paws and shook her head quietly.

She had a bad feeling.

"When Juice was still here, he liked to cut my nails the most." The Rat Immortal took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose very loudly, but his voice suddenly became a little lighter: "...of course, it must be Admit it, you’re not bad at cutting it.”

The witch forced a smile.

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

Without any more excess or recollection, the Rat Immortal suddenly spoke much faster: "When Juice was two years old, an accident happened in my laboratory. The demonic energy leaked...a very high concentration and very high purity of demonic energy... The entire laboratory was eroded by evil spirit. According to the procedure, the school sealed off the entire laboratory."

"We were all in the laboratory at the time. I, Juice'er's mother, she was my assistant. Juice'er's uncle, and her aunts were all sealed in the laboratory."

Korma gasped, and the fingers holding the Rat Immortal shook involuntarily. The Dharma book not far behind her seemed to sense the shock of its owner, and suddenly lit up with a silver-white light, illuminating the originally dimly lit room.

"Are you worried that I have degenerated into a demon?" The beard at the corner of the Mouse Immortal's mouth curled up, as if he was satisfied with the witch's reaction.

Kolma 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."