57 Chapter 56: Is it Sweet?

The only flaw in Miss Witch's abilities is that she cannot create things that do not exist or things that she has no cognitive awareness of.

In other words, without reading Char's memories as a basis, the peculiar-styled house and everything inside it are non-existent and unrecognized by her.

However, as long as these two conditions are met, she can create them.

And Char's memories from his past life of over twenty years are undoubtedly genuine. For him, Earth is also a real existing plane.

So, with his limitless capabilities in the realm of consciousness, he faithfully replicated the two-story duplex he had lived in during his previous life, proportionally, and filled in most of the details.

These specific knowledge and details are known only to Char.

Then, through Miss Witch, he materialized it into reality.

For Char, it was a small miracle from a parallel world.

"..."

Miss Witch glanced at him, then at the uniquely shaped house before her.

After a while, she softly said, "There are some missing details inside, so it can only exist as a semi-finished product for now."

"However, we can rely on your memories to complete it later."

"Please come in." Hearing this, Char smiled, took a step forward, pushed open the door, and walked into the garden. "Although this place was created by you, allow me to presumptuously call myself the owner."

"You are the guest, and it is my duty to entertain you."

Facing Char's gaze, Miss Witch gently tilted her face upward, as if imprinting the image of the two-story building into her mind.

This is the first time in thousands of years that she has come into contact with the outside world.

The memories in her mind have been materialized countless times before, to the point of being etched into her very bones.

So, that sense of novelty cannot be erased.

After a while, Miss Witch nodded lightly and walked gracefully into the garden, her high-heeled shoes making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"This is a swing. I used to sit on it a lot when I was young, swinging back and forth."

As they passed through the garden, Char pointed to the swing next to the round table, covered in climbing ivy and faint rust spots.

"I know," Miss Witch glanced at him and said calmly, "I have sat on it."

That look seemed to say, don't treat her like an ignorant little girl.

"Apologies, madam. I'm a bit excited," Char smiled wryly and shook his head.

Because he saw a familiar scene with traces of his past life, he placed himself in the position of an Earthling and subconsciously felt a sense of superiority.

But Miss Witch did not rebuke him for it.

However, has Miss Witch ever sat on a swing?

It's hard to imagine.

Char looked at the cool and beautiful woman in the black dress and imagined her sitting on the swing.

She seemed a bit cute.

Perhaps sensing Char's gaze, Miss Witch's voice turned colder. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, cough...," Char shook his head and walked to a corner next to the garden, bringing something over.

It was a cluster of flowers blooming in a flowerpot, with vibrant white petals glistening with dewdrops and a faint floral fragrance.

Because there happened to be a garden in his house, Char enjoyed tinkering with various plants and flowers during his free time in his past life.

And these varieties were not present in the Lande Continent, the plane they were currently in.

After all, the horticultural techniques in the future were far more advanced, with superior varieties cultivated through grafting, cuttings, division, and layering, surpassing the skills of the gardeners in this world.

If Char had the ability to materialize them, he would definitely open the largest flower shop in the capital city. It would likely be sought after by numerous ladies and nobles.

"This is a rose. It only blooms in my hometown, and its language is reverence and purity... Do you find it beautiful?" Char pointed to the flowerpot, taking the initiative to introduce.

This was the best variety he had cultivated before his transmigration.

To Char's surprise, Miss Witch's gaze briefly paused for a moment, then she gently shook her head.

She glanced at the courtyard for a while and then pointed to a few plants placed in the corner.

"What is that flower called?" she asked.

As she spoke, ripples gently appeared in her hand.

The next second, that flower appeared in Miss Witch's hand.

It was a peculiar-looking, blood-red plant with slender petals. It didn't possess the same pure and majestic presence as the rose; it could only be described as unique.

Char's expression became a bit strange.

"It's called Red Spider Lily,"

he attempted to translate it into the language of this world, but obviously, it couldn't convey the same elegance and beauty.

"..."

Miss Witch raised her head and stared at him coldly without saying a word.

After being stared at for a while, Char couldn't help but smile and said, "Of course, it has two other names."

" Lycoris radiata or Higanbana."

Gazing at the flower in her hand, Miss Witch lightly chewed on that name with a hint of Zen: "Higanbana..."

"What does it symbolize?" she asked after a moment of silence, her eyes fixed on the flower.

"It symbolizes endless love, sorrowful memories, eternal separation, and death." Char looked at the beautiful profile of Miss Witch and whispered, "Higanbana, blooming for a thousand years and withering for a thousand years, the flower and the leaves never meet. Love is not bound by cause and effect, destined for life and death."

"Of course, it also has an unknown language of flowers."

"Redemption."

Miss Witch's pupils slowly dilated.

Although her gaze was fixed on the flower in her hand, her thoughts seemed to wander elsewhere. Her slender hand trembled slightly, causing the petals of the Higanbana to sway gently.

Char observed the slightly absent-minded demeanor of Miss Witch and wasn't surprised.

Which woman doesn't like flowers?

After a moment of silence, Miss Witch gently put away the Higanbana in her hand and then spoke softly, "Please continue."

Seeing her mood adjusting, Char nodded.

Actually, he wasn't fully prepared for this.

He wasn't prepared to see the places from his past life again after fully immersing himself in this world.

Perhaps, it was a kind of peculiar homesickness.

With half a meter of distance between him and the Witch, they walked towards the main entrance together.

He took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

"I'm back."

In an instant, familiar sights and the ambiance of daily life entered their field of vision.

The foyer, wooden floors, hanging lamps, living room, television, coffee table, kitchen, bathroom, stairs... The house was filled with imprints of 21st-century Earth living and once again appeared before Char.

Miss Witch looked up and carefully surveyed the scene inside the house.

In a place unnoticed by Char, she clenched her fist lightly.

It was evident that everything inside the house was completely unfamiliar to Miss Witch. She lacked even the most basic knowledge, which caused this powerful being with a divine status to experience an unprecedented shock.

It was the shock brought about by technology and change.

"Please come in, Your Excellency Agnes," Char said, taking off his shoes first and fetching a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet to put on his feet.

Observing his actions, Miss Witch paused for a moment, standing in place and lowering her gaze to her delicate feet clad in high-heeled shoes beneath her black veil skirt.

"Oh, sorry. It's a custom from my hometown, where we change into slippers when entering the house," Char discerned Miss Witch's hesitation and continued, "But as a guest, Your Excellency can follow your own preference. You can also come in wearing your shoes directly."

Agnes silently stared at Char, attempting to determine if he was teasing her.

After all, Char had shown similar behavior before.

For example, he would pause in the middle of telling a story, waiting for her to couldn't help but ask about the ending before calmly finishing it.

Or, when introducing the flower names earlier, he could have directly mentioned the name that women liked, but he chose to go with the unconventional "Red Spider Lily."

Just because Miss Witch didn't speak much didn't mean she didn't notice.

However, she didn't take offense at Char's behavior. In fact, she even showed a hint of indulgence.

If those familiar with her saw these scenes, they would probably be astounded.

When did the powerful witch who was capable of destroying the world turn into this?

"..."

After confirming that it wasn't a joke, Miss Witch fell silent for a moment, then gently bent down.

Under Char's astonished gaze, she untied the straps of her delicate high-heeled shoes. Her fair and slender toes curled up, and then she lifted her foot from the shoe, stepping barefoot on the slightly chilly wooden floor.

She repeated the same action once again.

Seeing her adapt to the local customs, Char quickly opened the shoe cabinet and found a pair of pink slippers, placing them in front of Miss Witch.

"..."

Seemingly dissatisfied with the color of the slippers, Miss Witch gazed at the cute little bunnies printed on the surface, but in the end, she followed Char's example and put them on.

Her originally cool demeanor was instantly disrupted by the adorable style of the slippers.

But as a result, she lost some of her godlike superiority and gained a touch of ordinary female homely atmosphere.

"Is this your home?" Miss Witch followed behind Char as they entered the living room, her gaze constantly shifting to various objects as she spoke.

The house was divided into two floors.

The first floor consisted of the living room, balcony, kitchen, cloakroom, and bathroom. The placement and condition of all the items remained as Char had last seen them before his transmigration.

On the central wall of the living room, the LCD television was still on, playing a product advertisement. The sound of the advertisement first caught Miss Witch's attention.

She stared at the salesperson in the ad who was introducing a certain type of food, her gaze fixed for a long time.

After a while, her eyes became somewhat compassionate, and she spoke, "Is she also trapped in such a confined place, doing the same thing day after day?"

"What... crime did she commit?"

Hearing her words, Char snapped out of his reminiscence.

Looking at the salesperson on the television, Char smiled and said, "She's not being imprisoned. It's a pre-collected footage that can be played at different time intervals through this... device, similar to a magical tool, for people to watch."

This explanation made it easier to understand.

Miss Witch breathed a sigh of relief and nodded lightly.

Then her gaze fell on the coffee table.

The coffee table was cluttered with various items like cigarettes, lighters, mobile phones, and toilet paper. But what caught Miss Witch's attention was the large teddy bear placed at the corner of the table.

The teddy bear was still inside a transparent bag, unopened.

Recalling the origin of this item, Char said with a wry smile, "This is called a hugging bear. I bought it back then to impress a girl, but after struggling for months, I failed in the end and never gave it to her."

"People often mock others as 'dogs licking boots,' but when I think about it, how good am I myself?"

Char said self-deprecatingly.

"What is a 'dog licking boots'?" Miss Witch glanced at Char.

After thinking for a moment, Char explained, "It's a term used to describe someone who opens their heart and is willing to do anything for someone they like, but that person treats them with indifference. It's like being devoted to someone who doesn't reciprocate the feelings."

After understanding his explanation, Miss Witch shook her head gently.

"Then you should have more confidence," she said softly, as if comforting Char. "You're not a 'dog licking boots.'"

"At least in my eyes, you're a good person."

Cough, cough, cough...

Miss Witch, that's not a phrase to use!

Char thought with a wry smile.

Unexpectedly, Miss Witch gave Char a "good person card," even though she didn't mean it in that way.

Clearly, in Agnes, who was not an Earthling, it was her way of appreciating and comforting Char.

To change the subject, Char walked towards the refrigerator.

"By the way, are you hungry? Would you like to try some food from my hometown?"

Miss Witch didn't answer the question.

How could a deity possess the physiological needs of ordinary humans?

After opening the refrigerator, Char rummaged through the freezer area and found a box of strawberry-flavored ice cream.

He grabbed a clean iron spoon and opened the ice cream box before handing it to Miss Witch.

Miss Witch gazed at the pink cake-like substance in the box, reached out her hand, and accepted it without refusing.

For her, all of these were incredibly novel things.

Memories were precious, especially for Miss Witch, who had been sealed in the depths of the Abyssal Palace. Every memory was worth reliving over and over again.

Moreover, human life is fleeting. Although Char was somewhat special, in her heart, he was still a human.

Since he was human, he would eventually die, making these memories even more precious.

So Miss Witch didn't refuse Char's offer.

Since the last time he willingly helped her put on her shoes, Agnes had come to understand many things.

"..."

What surprised her was the cold sensation she felt when she held it in her hand.

Using the spoon, she gently scraped a bit, carefully observing it for a while. Then, under Char's somewhat nervous gaze, she put it in her mouth.

It was cool and delicate, quickly melting into a sticky liquid that spread in her mouth.

After savoring it for a while, Miss Witch slowly said, "The texture is somewhat unique, but there's nothing particularly special about the taste."

"?"

Char felt as if he was being challenged.

Lady Witch, you have angered a strawberry enthusiast!

So he took another spoon and scraped a large chunk of ice cream, then put it into his mouth.

Soon after, Char's expression froze.

As Miss Witch had said, it was cool and delicate, but it had no flavor at all.

Wait a minute.

Where's the strawberry ice cream?

Observing Char's expression, Miss Witch thought for a moment and explained, "It's probably because there were some gaps in the way you constructed this scene, so the details weren't accurately reproduced."

"Can it be filled in?"

Char asked, his heart yearning for the strawberry ice cream.

After a moment of silence, Miss Witch said, "It can."

"What do I need to do?"

Char's eyes lit up.

"Give me your hand," Miss Witch gently lifted her hand. "Then, recall the specific details, and I will fill them in."

"Uh, is that okay?"

Char asked as he gazed at her immaculate white hand.

Miss Witch glanced at him without saying a word.

Char, who was like a playboy in the outside world, daringly revealing Angelica's secret, eating maid ice cream, kissing Sally forcefully, and carrying away Lady Violet, felt unusually shy in front of Miss Witch.

He took a deep breath, slowly extended his hand, and gently overlapped it with her soft and delicate hand.

It was cool, smooth, and soft.

Afterward, in his mind, he recalled the specific details of the strawberry flavor. Accompanied by a faint shimmer, the originally tasteless ice cream became much more vibrant in color.

Under Char's somewhat nervous gaze, Miss Witch once again picked up the spoon, scraped a bit, and put it into her mouth. Her rosy tongue lightly pressed against it.

"Is it sweet?"

"...Mmm."