Surviving as a Witch in a World that Hunts Heretics-Chapter 11 : Chapter 11

Chapter 11. Meeting in Dreams
Both of them fell into dreams.
One of them thought, the brat was finally behaving and not bothering her; the other thought, the connection was cut, and maybe he would never again encounter something so amusing.
But the connection had not been cut. It had only faded slightly.
And so, these two people, who should not have had any connection at all, met in a dream.
“Huh, this place......?”
Where was this?
She was wearing the same patched rags she usually wore, her feet still bare, with nothing on them.
“Looks like this isn’t an image from memory, but from reality......”
Leticia murmured softly. The place she was standing was strange. It looked like the shore of a lake, only the whole lake, along with the ground beneath her, was colored like the night.
And that lake looked more like a mirror, except without a reflection.
“What the hell is this place?”
A voice suddenly rang out behind her, telling Leticia that she was not the only one here.
And surprisingly, she even felt that this voice sounded somewhat familiar.
“Ah, there’s actually someone else here? Hey, who are you? Why are you here? Why am I here? Was it you? Speak!”
It wasn’t the voice itself that was familiar, but the way of speaking, the tone, and...... the accent.
Hmm......
“Is it that stinking brat?!”
She turned around in shock, and her eyes met those of the boy behind her.
“......”
“......”
“Who are you?”
“Who are you!”
The question was the same, but the tone was different. Leticia was startled, while the strange intruding boy was furious.
“Was it you who dragged me into this weird place?”
The boy looked at her suspiciously. “Could it be you’re one of those lowly demon handmaidens from the Church’s teachings? Sneaking up on me in my sleep to bewitch me? Such audacity!”
“Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!”
Seeing that this brat’s guesses would soon pile up enough to condemn her ten times over, Leticia cut him off at once. “Can you not slap labels on people? I’m just as confused, okay?!”
“Slap labels? What’s that supposed to mean?”
The young master frowned, realizing things weren’t as simple as he thought. “You’re saying, you don’t know what’s going on either?”
His comprehension was above average, at least!
“That’s right!”
Leticia nodded heavily. “I don’t know what this place is either. I was suddenly brought here, still confused, then I heard your voice.”
“Hmph, but what proof do you have that you’re telling the truth?”
This brat’s wariness was ridiculously strong. “You could still be a demon handmaiden, just pretending you only arrived here!”
“Ah...... I can't be with you......”
Leticia nearly coughed up blood. “How do you want me to explain then? And besides, what even is a demon handmaiden? You keep going on about handmaiden this, handmaiden that. What the hell is that supposed to be?!”
“Huh?”
Hearing this, the boy actually froze, his anger cooling. “What did you just say?”
“I said, what is a demon handmaiden?!”
Leticia shouted in frustration. “Can you first explain what that even is, before interrogating me?!”
“Uh......”
The brat hesitated, then suddenly put his hands on his hips. “Fine, I’ll believe you!”
The books said that servants of demons prized their identity above all else. They would never deny it. To do so would invite punishment from their master demons.
But this scraggly yellow-haired girl clearly wasn’t like that......
So, he had misunderstood her?
Pfft......
Leticia felt like she really was about to spit blood. Big brother, I’ll even call you that, okay? Who asked for your trust? What I want is information! Information!
What the hell is a demon handmaiden anyway?!
“Well, since you’re not an enemy, I should apologize.”
Though this brat was from a noble family, he didn’t seem to have been completely assimilated into their formal pretentious etiquette. Facing Leticia, he was rather casual. “My name is Stano. Stano Banson. And you?”
“Uh, I, I’m Letty.”
“Alright then, Letty, can you tell me how you got in here?”
Stano nodded, asking.
Faced with this scrawny fellow, Stano was clearly more curious about the strange place they were in than anything else.
Why did it feel like this brat had seized the lead in their conversation?
“I’m not very sure either. I remember I was about to sleep, then I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was here.”
Leticia recalled her experience carefully, then asked, “And you? How did you come here?”
“Asleep...... I think I was in the garden, fell asleep, and then inexplicably ended up here......”
Stano pondered. “So the common factor is sleep?”
But why?
Lifting his head, he carefully studied the girl who had arrived here with him.
His first thought was:
Too shabby.
Compared to the pampered noble young ladies, this yellow-haired girl was like a weed growing by the roadside. No one would like her, no flower would bloom for her, no carriage wheel would stop for her.
She had no hips, no chest, her skin was rough. Truly, nothing about her resembled how a girl should look.
But her eyes were beautiful, like gems. That at least redeemed her image a little.
“Hiss...... wait......”
Why did Stano feel such a strange familiarity with this reed-thin girl?
Especially when he looked at her hands, feet, and clothes—the sense of familiarity grew overwhelmingly strong......
Where had he seen it?
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it struck him!
“It’s you!”
“Huh?”
Staring blankly at the shocked Stano, Leticia asked, “What do you mean, me?”
Was this brat having another paranoid delusion?
“You’re the toy from today!”
“Pfft!”
This time, Leticia really couldn’t hold it in. “What did you just say?!”
This brat only now realized it? After all that time?
And toy?!
I ********!!! (censored here with * as normal)
So this brat’s heart was this twisted and terrifying?!