Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Loren could understand Jessica's thoughts. He had once fantasized about achieving great success and then confronting those who had looked down on him back then, though he had since let go of that notion.

"There's nothing wrong with this. It's perfectly normal for you to think this way."

Loren stroked Jessica's hair as he spoke:

"Back then, she bullied you relying on her power. Now that you have power, it's only natural to bully her back."

"Master Mentor..."

Jessica was genuinely moved. If Luna weren't right there, she would have lunged forward to kiss Loren.

Her classmates used to call her a dog relying on its master's power, but Jessica knew clearly—they were just jealous.

As long as Loren didn't think that way, that was all that mattered.

"What will you do if you don't go to school?"

Then again, she could completely take on an idle position at the Church, which would certainly grant her that favor.

Loren advised that she should still attend school normally, at least until she'd learned magic well enough.

"I'll go back to school tomorrow. I've basically finished today's classes anyway, so pretending a little won't hurt."

Jessica had good judgment and considered her own future without becoming overly dependent on Loren.

Even without looking too far ahead, the diploma Loren had secured for her was already an immense favor. She didn't dare ask for more.

"Didn't you tear up your books?"

"Oh, those were old books. I kept them specifically for tearing."

Jessica smiled. She never forgot that she was just an ordinary person.

Even if Luna had soared to the heavens, that was Luna's destined opportunity. It had nothing to do with her in the end, and she was already grateful enough to have gotten a taste of it.

"Alright then..."

Jessica was a good girl. Luna had been able to withstand the bullying largely thanks to her.

"Here, take this. These are some simplified low-tier and mid-tier spells I've worked on. Study them when you have time so you can protect yourself. Remember, don't reveal them to anyone."

"Yes..."

Jessica trembled as she accepted the Magic Book. She knew exactly what this meant.

Back at the Bountiful Magic Academy, even a few simplified spells Loren had revealed had caused a sensation. Now, this book was filled entirely with simplified magic.

If she made it public, she would instantly become one of the greatest scholars.

But there was something she didn't know—magic had been deliberately made complicated. If she actually revealed this many simplified spells, the Church would quietly dispose of her.

The top combat power had to be beings deeply bound to the Orthodox Gods, like the Scarecrows or Church members.

The Church's approach had worked well. Super-tier Magic had become a legend.

With these simplified spells, Jessica didn't even need to go to school anymore. What the academy taught wasn't nearly as useful as what was in the book.

Besides, simplified magic could be understood without a teacher.

After giving the magic to Jessica, Loren went home. He had also promised to make rings for the other Witches.

Once home, Loren took Paqina into the laboratory and buried himself in research.

They only stepped out to eat a meal before continuing their work.

It wasn't until evening that Loren finished Naclis's ring. He made two in one go—one for Naclis's original body and one for her Reflection.

But by then, she was already asleep. Loren decided to deal with it tomorrow and first returned to his own room.

"Good evening, darling."

Reflection Naclis sat on the bed, wearing a wedding dress with white stockings on her legs. As if to distinguish herself from the original, she had deliberately tied her hair into pigtails and applied lipstick.

"What are you doing?"

Her address for him had changed slightly, but Loren didn't think much of it.

Loren recognized the wedding dress—he had bought it for her before, and she had kept it all this time.

"I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

Surprisingly, Reflection Naclis had put away her usual frivolous demeanor and spoke seriously.

"What do you want to say?"

"What place do I hold in your heart?"

"..."

Caught off guard by Reflection Naclis's question, Loren was a bit stunned. The question was too serious, leaving him at a loss for words.

But in the end, Loren decided to tell the truth:

"Honestly, at first, I didn't know you had self-awareness. I simply treated you as Naclis's Arcane Ability.

"But now, in my eyes, you're no different from Naclis. I love you both the same."

Hearing this answer, Reflection Naclis shook her head:

"No, that's not the same..."

"How is it different?"

Loren thought Reflection Naclis might be a little jealous and wanted to comfort her. After all, over the years, he had indeed neglected her somewhat.

"The one you raised was Naclis, not me. I've never shown myself. So I hope you won't bind me to Naclis. I am an independent individual with my own thoughts."

"Well... alright..."

This was the first time Reflection Naclis had been so serious, and Loren felt she had a point.

But he clearly hadn't realized the severity of the situation.

"So, your love for me and Naclis shouldn't be the same. I can be your lover, your mistress... even your slave or pet, but never your child."

As she spoke, Reflection Naclis puffed out her chest. Now Loren noticed—she really was completely different from Naclis.

"What's going on here?"

"My abilities have evolved again. Now I can control my body to some extent. Do you like it?"

With that, Reflection Naclis proudly thrust out her chest.

"..."

Loren didn't respond, but in the next moment, Reflection Naclis charged into him like a cannonball and pinned him to the ground.

After all this talk, Reflection Naclis had only one goal—to make Loren let down his guard and stop resisting her.

"If you keep this up, I'll get angry..."

In the end, Loren could only muster a helpless threat, but Reflection Naclis didn't hold back at all:

"When it comes down to it, your thoughts are just wishful thinking. The way I addressed you before was just for fun. It doesn't matter what I call you, right? Master~"

At that point, despite his lingering hesitation, Loren ultimately stopped resisting. He could only close his eyes, refusing to look at that familiar face.

He really was a bit convinced by Reflection Naclis.

After tonight, there was no going back. In the end, Loren could only silently repeat what Reflection Naclis had said before—she was completely different from Naclis, an independent individual.

Finally, Loren sighed. At least Naclis's original body was fine, still innocent and normal.

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