"You finally recognized me."
Sigrid braced herself against the desk and lunged straight at Lanchi in the office chair, happily crashing into his arms.
The principal's office chair creaked sharply under the weight of two people.
"..."
Lanchi blankly caught Sigrid and let her hold him.
"No, no, no. How could you possibly be Sigrid? Sigrid was clearly Sigrid, a being of this era. When did you replace her?"
Lanchi's eyes and ears told him the truth, but it still seemed too absurd.
In his eyes, Sigrid and Sigrid were both female wolfkin, and their personalities and fighting styles were somewhat similar. But they were absolutely two different individuals. Lanchi would never confuse them simply because they shared some traits. That was also a form of respect for them.
Yet he had never dreamed that one day Sigrid would personally tell him that she was Sigrid.
"In this Shadow World, the nun who first met you was me. So, how was it? Did I look good in a nun's habit?"
Sigrid temporarily released Lanchi and wrapped both arms around the back of his neck, speaking as she looked at him.
A few days ago, she had arrived at South Wantina's port in the Southern Continent. As soon as she contacted the most neutral Dimensional Branch of the Rebirth Church, she had been drawn into the Tier 8 Shadow World by a Void Gate that suddenly manifested. When she came to her senses, she found herself in the Plant Empire's church, a place that should only have existed in dreams.
And she had also become the little wolf girl Sigrid from another era whom she dreamed about every night.
"But it seems there really was a previous Shadow World. For example, Sigrid meeting you in the Plant Empire, crossing the snowfield