Given how difficult the new mod was to get the hang of,
Fang Mo could not be bothered to go out, so he simply began researching it right there in the Forbidden Library.
Not only did he forcibly take over Beatrice's little sofa, he also pulled her into his arms, patting her head with one hand while fiddling with the game interface.
Naturally, Beatrice had resisted fiercely at first, but the difference in their strength was far too great... Her several struggles were all forcibly suppressed by Fang Mo. In the end, he nearly burned down the Forbidden Library, and left with no choice, Beatrice could only temporarily serve as his mascot.
But how should she put it?
As the time they spent together gradually increased,
Beatrice suddenly realized that Fang Mo's utterly focused expression felt strangely familiar...
She suddenly thought of her mother, the Witch of Greed, Echidna. Whenever Echidna was writing notes or analyzing the principles of magic, she often wore a similar expression—focused, serious, unaffected by anything in the outside world.
And whenever she was occupied with such things,
her mother would often hold her in her arms and occasionally brew a cup of hot tea.
That familiar yet unfamiliar feeling left Beatrice somewhat dazed, as if she had returned to an afternoon more than four hundred years ago.
In the courtyard of the Witch's Mansion,
the Witch of Greed, Echidna, held her in her arms and leisurely drank tea.
Golden sunlight fell across her body, and that warmth seemed to have been engraved deep within her soul, remaining vivid in her memory even now...
"Mother...?"
Beatrice lowered her head and murmured in a voice no one could hear, "It doesn't matter. Even if it's fake, please... stay a little longer..."
Meanwhile, as Fang Mo researched