The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Moran also prepared similar purple dresses for herself, Zizi, Kaba, and Sentai.

Everything is ready, and we are just waiting for the full moon to rise and for our guests to arrive.

Two figures quietly appeared outside the lakeside cabin at the end of the lakeside greenway in Witch Town.

Amisa and Tracy arrived together.

"Is this the place?" Amisha frowned slightly as she looked at the small house in front of her, which appeared exceptionally quiet, even excessively so, under the moonlight.

The windows were completely dark, with no light coming through, and there was no sound of people around. It didn't look like a grand party was about to be held.

"Is Moran joking with us? Is this really her witch's house?"

She double-checked the address on the invitation; it was indeed the right place.

She didn't connect Moran's "Witch's House" with the "small life space" mentioned during their previous contact. After all, even the demiplane of the Witch Academy couldn't maintain such a stable, fixed teleportation channel for a long time.

A look of understanding and anticipation flashed in Tracy's eyes.

Having visited the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins World, she naturally knew the unique advantages that the "Mirror Space" there possessed in opening and maintaining teleportation channels.

"Perhaps... it's more than a joke," she said softly, already guessing that behind this door might be another world.

With a hint of doubt, Amisa stepped forward and knocked on the seemingly ordinary door.

Almost the instant the knocking sounded, the door was flung open from the inside with an astonishing speed.

Moran peeked out with a bright smile: "Dean, Senior Tracy, you've arrived! Please come in!"

She was already waiting inside the door, and opened it immediately when someone knocked.

Amisha's gaze was instantly drawn to the bright, warm, and comfortable living room inside the door.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the still-dark window outside, then immediately realized what was happening, her face showing undisguised surprise: "Your home... is in another dimension?"

“It’s not even a demiplane,” Moran explained modestly, stepping aside to make way. “It’s just a small life space that relies on the rules of the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins world.”

Amisha and Tracy stepped inside with curiosity.

The entire process was completely free of the discomfort commonly experienced with spatial teleportation; it was as smooth as simply stepping over a threshold.

If it weren't for the completely different view of meadows, ponds, and distant mountains outside the living room window, and the subtle fluctuations of spatial energy felt the moment they entered, they would really think they had simply walked into a room.

"How...how did they do that?"

Amisha couldn't help but ask. As the headmistress of the Witch Academy, she personally opened the teleportation channel of the academy's demiplane every year to pick up and drop off students. She was all too familiar with the discomfort brought by spatial transformation and had never experienced such a smooth spatial teleportation.

Moran smiled and explained, "This space itself originates from the mirror space of the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins World, where the spatial laws are naturally strong and prosperous."

Even in small-scale life-sustaining spaces, the internal spatial rules are quite sophisticated, resulting in exceptionally stable teleportation channels and a significantly better experience.

Just then, the uniquely designed magic clock hanging on the wall suddenly started to move.

A delicately carved little wooden bird hopped out from a small door with a "poof" and called out in a clear voice, "Guests have arrived! Guests have arrived!"

Immediately afterwards, without anyone moving the hands, the clock hands began to spin gracefully on their own, stopping precisely on the mark marked with a small volcano. Almost the instant the hands came to a stop, a clear knock came from outside the previously quiet door.

Moran seemed to be used to it, and immediately stepped forward to open the door, greeting her warmly, "Cheryl, you're here!"

The sight outside the door made Amisa's pupils shrink slightly. The volcano, which was filled with a faint sulfurous smell and had a dark red glow, was a unique landscape that could only be found in the Turin volcanic cluster!

Cheryl, who had just entered, also looked surprised. She looked back at the door and then at the room, muttering, "Strange, your room... it looks much bigger inside than outside!"

It wasn't until she walked in, greeted Amisha and Tracy, and her gaze inadvertently swept across the living room window, seeing the pond, the meadow, and the distant mountains outside, that Cheryl belatedly realized that this was far more than just an expanded space!
Moran closed the door, shutting out the heat and noise of the dwarven capital.

Amisa and Tracy's eyes were now fixed on the magic clock.

They looked at the delicate icons on the clock face, and then the knocking sounded again.

The hands of the magic clock turned automatically once again, this time pointing to a greatsword icon.

Shana walked in after the door opened.

The pointer points to the island icon; after the door opens, Ais from Gourmet Island enters.

The pointer points to the white wing icon, and Alba and the witches of the Eight Times Speed ​​Gossip Alliance enter.

The pointer pointed to the black, withered tree, and Anna and Anne entered.

The pointer points to the apprentice hat icon; the door opens, revealing Della's grandmother.

Apart from Shana, who had already visited, each guest entered with a degree of confusion and surprise, and their astonishment reached its peak when they saw the view outside the window.

When they saw the magic clock that kept indicating the direction of the visitors, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

Each icon on this magic clock represents a distant coordinate, and each time the door opens, the outside is a different place.

When the last invited guest arrived through the "door" guided by the magic clock, the living room was already filled with laughter and joy.

Once everyone had arrived, Moran turned to them and said, "Welcome to my witch's house! Thank you all so much for coming to tonight's opening party!"

She spread her arms and gestured around: "As you can see, this is my living room, which is also a small hub connecting all the other parts of my home."

Her gaze swept over the magical clock on the wall, and everyone smiled knowingly.

“However, the living room is still too small,” Moran winked playfully. “The real surprise is outside. Now, let me show you around the mirror space of my witch’s house!”

As she spoke, she opened the door again.

This time, the view outside the door and the view through the window were in harmony.

The shimmering pond, like a giant gem set in the thick, soft green moss, reveals the enchanting outlines of distant snow-capped mountains, forests, bays, grasslands, and other ecological zones under the hazy night and moonlight.

Moran acted as a guide, leading everyone onto the soft grass and to the banquet area by the pond.

"Tonight's banquet will be held on the lawn. In the distance are small ecological areas I created for the plants and animals I brought back from another world. Everyone is welcome to visit them later." (End of Chapter)