The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

After seeing Barak off, Shana closed the door and turned to face Moran, a lingering smile on her face, clearly in a good mood.

She walked over with light steps and asked in a gentle tone:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Are you a witch who has just arrived in the City of Chaos? Are you experiencing some kind of mental distress, or do you need some guidance?"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the "unfamiliar" black-haired witch in front of her give her an affectionate yet mischievous smile.

Then, a familiar voice rang out: "Mom, do you want to take your relationship with Mr. Barack further?"

Shana froze instantly, her smile vanished, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked Moran up and down. After several seconds, as if finally confirming something, she exclaimed in surprise, "Moran?!"

As she spoke, she excitedly stepped forward, pinched Moran's cheek, and curiously tugged at her black hair: "Did you drink a transformation potion?"

Moran nodded and gave Shana's mother a tight hug: "This is what I looked like in my past life. My original appearance was too eye-catching."

“That’s true!” Shana touched her blonde hair, wholeheartedly agreeing: “When I first arrived in the Chaotic Realm, my purple hair made so many people think I was the famous Card Witch! Just explaining it took a lot of effort, and I even got into a few minor fights. So I just dyed it to keep things quiet. Lately, I’ve been preferring blonde…”

"Golden?" Moran's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Shana's golden hair, which shone brightly under the light, even possessing a wild charm, and recalling the orc Barak with his thick mane from earlier, as well as some information about the lion-orcs, a thought popped into her head, making her expression somewhat complicated:

"Mom...you suddenly have a preference for gold, could it be because...lion-type beastmen generally consider golden fur to be beautiful?"

Shana tossed her beautiful long blonde hair with a flourish, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mockery and self-righteousness: "What? Is that not allowed? Gold is so pretty, it makes you look young and energetic! Besides..."

She leaned closer to Moran, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of sharing a secret, "Every day I see that golden lion with its glossy, sun-like fur right in front of me, and I think the color is really pleasing to the eye. What's wrong with changing your hair color to change your mood?"

"Okay, okay! As long as you like it!" Moran surrendered with a smile: "I just think your taste has really changed a lot."

She rested her chin on her hand, feigning deep thought, her tone clearly teasing:
"I remember... the last time I heard you had a boyfriend was a refined and mysterious vampire who liked to talk about classical music and the philosophy of immortality, wasn't he?"

How long has it been, and the aesthetic has become... well, a sunny, beastly type full of primal power, who loves big chunks of roasted meat and gladiatorial matches?

Mother, your transformation from a dark noble to a radiant beast...

Listening to her daughter's teasing, Shana picked up her teacup and took an elegant sip:
"Life is about experiencing different scenery! At different stages, we will naturally be attracted by different qualities."

Vampires have their own romance, and orcs have their own honesty and energy!

The important thing is to feel happy in the moment. But... Barak is indeed quite good; although reckless and clumsy, his heart is unusually sincere and kind.

Of course, the most important thing is—that physique is truly... well, quite impressive! Very powerful!
Even if his heart becomes clouded like most people's in the future, having a relationship with him wouldn't be a loss for your mother, okay?

Moran couldn't help but laugh, rubbing her forehead.

Okay, that's so Shana, never placing any hope in others' hearts, and making no secret of being a complete sucker for good looks. "Alright, stop talking about me! Tell me, what was that good news you mentioned earlier?" Shana stared intently at Moran.

Moran coughed lightly, a mysterious smile on her face, and took out an exquisitely designed invitation from her storage space.

Shana took it and opened it to read.

To my dearest mother, Shana:

As the sun and moon revolve and the stars bear witness, I finally have my own witch's house.

On the occasion of this grand opening, we cordially invite you to join us for a celebration and to share in this joyous occasion…

Seeing this, Shana looked up in surprise: "The Witch's House? You finally built your own witch's house? Where is it? What's it like?"

Before Moran could answer, her gaze fell on the last address information, and she froze.

"...Please bring this invitation to the City of Chaos before 6 PM on the night of the next full moon."

The specific address that followed was only half complete, and the first half of this incomplete address was actually the City of Chaos!

Shana looked up in confusion: "Wait... Moran, you built the Witch's House in the City of Chaos?"

This place is alright as a temporary lodging for travelers, but if you want to stay here for a long time... I doubt any witch could endure the rough environment, the deafening noise, and... well, the strong smell of sweat and blood on those warriors, right?
She simply couldn't imagine that the wealthiest witch in Valen would, after careful selection, choose such a place as the location for her witch's house.

Seeing her mother's incredulous expression, Moran finally couldn't help but laugh and explain:

“Mom, you’ve misunderstood. Besides delivering the invitation to you, I have another important purpose in coming to Chaos City: to buy a suitable house there and fill in the address here.”

She pointed to the blank space on the invitation: "This house isn't the witch's house itself, but... well, you could think of it as a 'gate' or 'front hall' of the witch's house?"

"My witch's house is actually an independent, portable mirror space! It can set up teleportation channels connecting to other locations within a certain range. I put the entrance to the channel on the door."

The address on the invitation is incomplete because the house hasn't been purchased yet, and the teleportation portal won't be open by then!

Upon hearing this, Shana's eyes widened instantly, her mouth slightly agape. She remained stunned for several seconds before suddenly realizing what she had said: "A portable mirror space?! And it can even create teleportation channels in different locations?! My God! Moran! This is simply... unbelievable!"

After the initial shock, a surge of joy and pride welled up in Shana's heart. She immediately stood up and excitedly took Moran's hand:

"Let's go! I know a few nice properties for sale! Let's go see them! I can't wait to open the 'door' to your witch's house!" (End of Chapter)