Filled with curiosity, Angel quickly proceeded forward.
It’s worth mentioning that on this last stretch, there wasn’t a single Ghosteye Witch, and the cells on both sides were empty. Compared to the densely packed Ghosteye Witch groups in the middle of the corridor, it was significantly quieter here.
This probably isn’t a coincidence; could it be the territorial awareness of that Ghosteye Witch at play?
Soon, Angel reached the very end of the corridor.
When he looked at the lone cell at the end, his eyes suddenly froze.
Undoubtedly, it was the largest cell in the entire corridor, and more importantly, unlike the other dilapidated cells, it was a room where a normal person...or rather, a normal woman, might reside in.
There was a canopy bed, vases, a delicate dining table and tea set, and various decorations. Some of these decorations were originally not decoratives but building materials, like winding water pipes. However, after modification and the addition of post-applique embellishments, they turned into ornamental pieces.
The floor was paved with colorful stones, resembling Rain Flower Stones. Even if these colorful stones weren’t fixed, the gradation of colors in different sections showed that the "being" arranging the floor was quite talented in terms of color sensitivity. In traditional nobility teaching, cultivating an appreciation of color was the top priority for developing aesthetic sensibility in their descendants.
If the floor and decorations here are arranged by that Ghosteye Witch, then it can only be said... they have extraordinary talent.
In the entire cell, aside from these valueless decorations, what drew Angel’s attention the most were the two armored knights embracing each other.
Yes, exactly armored knights. At least from appearance, it seemed so.
However, from the shadows coming through the helmets, it was evident that they were merely wearing the armored knight shells, and inside they were still Ghosteye Witches.
Moreover, the shadows coming from the two helmets were blending, which meant they were currently cultivating.
"Seems like my lucky moment has arrived." Watching the scene unfold before him, Angel thought inwardly.
This place perfectly fit the location he had in mind, with just two Ghosteye Witches, a large compartment, and no other Ghosteye Witches nearby, there was no worry of being discovered.
Everything seemed perfect.
Angel currently did not wish to explore this cell, instead, he concealed himself within the illusionary realm, conveying the next tasks to Earl Mi.
Though Earl Mi’s mind had lost sense, making it difficult to understand many things, as long as the mission’s purpose and required outcome were explained, it never failed Angel.
Rejoined the key points of the task, ensuring Earl Mi understood, Angel then proceeded to do a general survey of the cell.
Primarily to check for traps and mechanisms.
After confirming all was safe, Angel signaled Earl Mi to proceed.
Without the slightest hesitation, Earl Mi, shrouded by Angel’s Nightmare Illusion, swiftly approached the two Ghosteye Witches engaged in shadow blending.
Under the cover of the Nightmare Illusion, Earl Mi successfully reached the side of the two Ghosteye Witches without being noticed.
Next, Earl Mi performed a trick, forming a shadow avatar from the ground, an avatar resembling a Ghosteye Witch.
This was somewhat beyond Angel’s expectations.
Angel merely instructed Earl Mi to blend among them, not to disguise as a Ghosteye Witch.
Was it Earl Mi’s mind awakening, or perhaps... was it a form of self-protection while performing the task?
Angel pondered for a moment without further investigation, as he could feel that the mind link between him and Earl Mi was functioning without abnormalities.
Regardless of how Earl Mi achieved it, since it created an avatar in the form of a Ghosteye Witch, Angel promptly lent a hand.
Seeing Angel extend his right hand, lightly tapping, the green patterns around Earl Mi swiftly formed the shape of armor, in collaboration with the surrounding illusion nodes.
In both texture, appearance, and other details, it matched the attire of the two Ghosteye Witches perfectly.
Earl Mi did not disappoint Angel. Upon donning the armor, it imitated the two Ghosteye Witches, extending its shadow from the helm’s gap and gradually... gradually blended into the Ghostly Shadows of the two Ghosteye Witches.
Angel was prepared for a failure that might lead to confrontation.
But everything went remarkably smooth, the two Ghosteye Witches merely shivered initially, upon seeing Earl Mi dressed identically to them, they each extended an arm to embrace the Ghosteye Witch.
Now, creating a scene of three armored knights embracing.
After ensuring Earl Mi successfully integrated, Angel finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
However, upon glancing at the scene of the three armored knights up close, a subtle discomfort emerged.
If it were three Ghosteye Witches practicing without any attire, Angel would ignore any posture. But now, clad in armor and male attire at that, it seemed like three "people," three men, embracing each other.
The scene was somewhat too aesthetically overwhelming, Angel felt it hard to gaze directly.
Anyway, nothing seemed amiss with Earl Mi for the time being, so Angel simply looked away, pondering some inner queries while exploring the room.
The primary question centered evidently around the two armored knights.
Ghosteye Witches do have a tendency to wear clothing, but typically, it’s worn once for a lifetime. Outside Ghosteye Witches, even if clad, the garments are tattered.
They wouldn’t voluntarily wear such heavy shells.
It impedes movement and prevents exploiting the Ghosteye Witch’s inherent Shadow Transformation advantages.
Why did these two Ghosteye Witches choose to do so?
As Angel contemplated, examining this "young girl’s boudoir," a hypothesis began to form.
Wearing armor may not have been their intention, but rather a Ghosteye Witch’s personal aesthetic.
From the room’s arrangements, it was evident that the Ghosteye Witch’s aesthetic leaned toward human femininity. With such preference, it seems plausible that it would favor companions clad in towering, heavy armor.
On this note, were these armored Ghosteye Witches perhaps the Ghosteye Witch’s... lovers?
Were they seamlessly embracing Earl Mi, perhaps mistaking it for a new lover found by the Ghosteye Witch outside?
Angel dared not think further, the more he dwelt, the more it felt mismatched.
Setting aside the armored Ghosteye Witches’ question, Angel’s other enigma, currently the largest one, was that Ghosteye Witch with a girlish heart.
How did it become like this? Were the arrangements and appreciation for color and coordination taught by someone, or self-learned?
If taught by someone, who would it be? Perhaps some elder, or possibly those two Wizard Level Ghosteye Witches?
Carrying these questions, Angel began scrutinizing the room interwoven with creative thoughts.
It’s termed cleverness, as at a glance it appeared girlish and dreamlike, but when delving into details, it was intrinsically quite crude.
After all, finding intact and aesthetically pleasing decorations amid ruins is genuinely difficult.
Seeing how the Ghosteye Witch repurposed a water pipe into an ornament exemplified the house’s magnificent facade stacked upon cleverness.
The more Angel observed, the stronger he felt, if the Ghosteye Witch were human, they would likely be a skilled artisan proficient in lifestyle.
Because beyond the water pipes, Angel also noticed numerous decorations made from salvaged scrap metal.
Even the seemingly most exquisite set of tea utensils were initially broken, now adorned with beautifully intricate patterns crafted to disguise wear.
But this merely masked the exterior, a glance inside revealed walls full of holes.
Regardless of the interior’s condition, the outside was crafted to perfection, undoubtedly consuming the Ghosteye Witch considerable time. Such patience and attitude toward rebirth earned Angel’s admiration.
Upon realizing nearly eighty percent of the room’s decorations and furniture bore signs of modification, Angel’s movements instinctively became gentle to avoid intense collisions that could lead to breakage.
Whether the creator was human or magical, purely for these inventive thoughts, Angel deemed them deserving of earnest regard.
At least, before a confrontation arises with the two armored Ghosteye Witches, Angel would respect these creative thoughts, refraining from consciously destroying this illusory yet emblematic dream of beauty pursued by a special Ghosteye Witch.