Night had deepened; Fox Han returned home.
Luckily, it was winter. Spending an entire day outside with fluffy ears and a fluffy tail wouldn't make her sick from the heat.
...Jiang Han exhaled a cloud of white mist in relief, hiding by her front door as she patted the snow from her clothes.
Living more than a thousand meters above the ground, traveling by broom or in griffin-drawn carriages—she had grown used to such a life. Before she knew it, more than half a year had passed since Jiang Han came to this world.
Even though her heart still yearned for her hometown in another world.
She was still immersed in all this beauty.
"I hope the other me won't be too startled by the fact that humans there live on the ground... And the subway, too. Ah, going by a Witch's way of thinking, she'd probably say, 'Living on the ground isn't enough, and they have to dig downward too?' ...Hiss, the only thing that probably wouldn't cause panic would be the collapse of the Soviet Union."
In a sense, that was utterly terrifying too.
...Jiang Han imagined what the other her—the one who had grown up as a Witch—would do in her hometown. Maybe she would invent a single-blade propeller that shocked the whole world? After all, she herself had gained terrifying magic and talent after crossing over. The version of her who crossed over there ought to have frightening gifts and abilities too, right?
She rubbed her hands together, her fox ears twitching as she shook off the snowflakes clinging to them, then muttered:
"Otherwise, wouldn't that be way too unfair?"
Whoosh—
Another flurry of snow slapped directly into her face. It was an awkward time of year, like that period at the beginning of winter when