I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

An Advice to Remember

Abigail reaches for the feather and stared at it for a moment. She feels a heavy feeling inside of her and intense anxiety. She feels something bad happened, she feels that she did something wrong. Even though that Laurence just gave her a feather, she’s nervous about what’s going to happen next. It could be something else, but her mind is flooded with one instance only, she’s doomed. She takes a deep breath and sighs, she stared out of the window for a while. She calms herself with the view of the night skyline and the sight of the village houses from afar. After some minutes, she decided to finally sleep and get this all over with. She puts down her robe on a coat stand. Abigail sets aside the feather on the bedside table and turns off the light in the room. She opens the lamp to set a much dimmer light and reluctantly lowers herself on the bed. Something inside her doesn’t want to talk to him right now, not at this time. She feels weak as she lays herself on the bed. Everything in her head says that she screwed up everything for them. She expects a scold from an angry Laurence as she slowly drifts to sleep.

“Abigail.” She can hear the soft voice of Laurence. Abigail opens her eyes and she looks around. With the calming green to the dark blue of the night sky gradient that her surrounding is, she knows she’s in a dream. She looks at herself, she seems floating with all of her limbs are positioned just like how she last saw and feel it before. In front of her was Laurence with rather particular clothes. He seems more modern than ever with the white hoodie and the jeans he’s wearing. Abigail fixes herself as if she was standing, even there’s no floor, even an invisible one, anywhere in this dream room. She can’t look as straight to the man in front of her, she feels so embarrassed. She doesn’t know why she needs to be madly embarrassed like this, but she feels like she committed the worst mortal sin.

“Hey, you okay? You seem down.” Laurence starts walking up to her. Abigail gulps and hides in her short pastel purple hair which did nothing for her. “I’m sorry.” The boy was visibly confused as it suddenly switched to a straight face. “Is it about her?” Abigail nods slowly as if she was still hesitating. He sighs, “What did I tell you, Abigail? What’s the thing I specifically warned you about a lot of times, even before you discovered my true identity?” The witch gulps and looks at him, “I’m sorry, okay!? I didn’t mean to, it was so pitiful and I was so curious.” Laurence crosses his arms, “Answer my question.” Abigail gulps and takes a deep breath. She sighs, “Don’t talk about the corrupted in any way. Don’t hint about its existence and what it does to anyone, even my friends. And, the most excruciating to them all, don’t trust anyone, even my own friends.”

“And, what did you just do?” She groans, “Do I need to iterate all of what I did? I already regret it, you know?” Laurence puffs, “I want you to accept your mistake not regret it. Again, what did you just do?” Abigail sighs and takes the nth deep breath that she had in this dream and in reality. It took her a minute as she gives up, “I trusted a character in a game, an NPC that I don’t know and technically is not a stranger to me, but we can call her a stranger in respective of my character. A character that could have been a weapon and an insider of The Gemini to spy on me. Now, they might have known everything already.” She slaps herself as she covers her face with her hands. She groans in frustration.

Laurence sighs deeply, it was not a good sign for Abigail. It was a pretty terrifying one, to say the least for her. “It’s fine.” With those two words, a sudden wave of relief echoed through Abigail’s mind and body. She looks at him with a surprised look on her face, “What? It’s okay? It’s fine!? How could you say this is fine, Laurence? You should be supposed to be angry at me and maybe grew hatred on me. This could blow up our cover and might be the path to the deletion of our memory or even the thing you are saying before our complete deletion.”

He turns to her, “Abigail, what could hatred for you can do to solve this problem? What will a rant for your stupidity help our situation? Being angry at you and holding a grudge on what you did would not stop us from getting busted. I am saying it’s fine because saying it’s not would just demotivate us. As you just said, this could reveal our secrets and our plans, and everything can go downhill because of that.” Laurence fixes his clothes, “We could still fix this, The Gemini aren’t that attentive and looking at the screen for a day. If needed, I could do something to distract them from looking at Yris’ memories. Don’t interact here for a day. Please, remember that. Don’t. Interact. With. Her. Just for a day, if you are impatient and want to know the time. Even I deleted that specific memory, I don’t have the power to delete it permanently. She can still recover that. Files with people or fragments of people are hard to change. If you can, go somewhere else. If you can, don’t let her caught a glance of you.”

Abigail starts to get overwhelmed again, “How can I? This is literally her house, she might barge into my room in the next day, that’s already a failed plan for me.” He sighs, “She’s angry with you, right? She won’t be seeing you unless you present yourself to her. Besides, you literally have a window in the bedroom you are sleeping in. You could jump there with your magical flowers. Just go somewhere else the whole day. If the others asked, just say you are seeing things again and you need your alone time. Any reason could do. They’re gullible enough to believe you since they don’t understand your power’s limits and abilities. If you need breakfast, you’re literally a hero. The villagers could have you at their table and they would be even happy.”

The witch sighs as she looks at him, “I’m sorry, again.” Laurence inserts his hands on his pockets, “One apology is enough. I just need you to listen and not listen, do as I say. This is only for your own good and ours. I may sound like a mother right now, but that’s the truth. Just shut, shush your mouth, enjoy roleplaying in this world, or even don’t, just be yourself. Just forget everything about this when you are there, or just don’t say something about it. If you encounter things that you suspect are an external conflict rather than an internal, act like you’re surprised. Act like you are new to said things. Remember, they’re onto us, Abigail. We can’t just screw up. I don’t want to lose you.”

Before she can even speak again, she suddenly woke up in the reality she’s in. Abigail rises up on the bed as if she was in a nightmare and pants. She looks around, she’s back in the room where she last remembered she slept in. She takes a deep breath and sighs, calming herself down. She immediately rises up on the bed and rushed on the door. She locks it quickly as soon as her hands reach the doorknob. She leans her back on the door and pants once more. Her heart is beating rapidly with the anxiety she’s feeling. She calms herself as she slowly slides down against the door. She sits on the floor and buries herself on the arms that were crossed on top of her knees. Abigail sighs as she looks around, “You screwed up so bad, Abigail. You screwed up so bad.” She muttered to herself.

She stayed there for a while as she decided to went on to what Laurence said to her. Run, just run away from this place. Abigail stands and grabs her robe on the coat stand. She wore it and it brings her sudden comfort. She grabbed her sling bag and strapped it on her shoulder. She looks at the window she takes a deep breath and sighs. Abigail slowly approaches the big window and steps on it. She holds onto the side and looks around. She checked how tall she was from the ground. “I’ll get fall damage from this height.” She muttered under her breath. She pulls out her wand as swishes it in circles. Flowers around her starts to float towards her. The petals on them slowly separated as they stream through her gracefully, as if they are blown by the wind. They stopped just in front of her, forming a circle of petals. As soon as it’s a little bit dense with petals, she points her wand on the collection of flower petals in an array of colors and different species. The petals moved a bit, essentially signaling her that they have locked into each other.

Abigail lowers her wand. She crossed her fingers as she steps on the edge of it, closer to the center. She feels something carrying her weight, she confirms it was safe to ride. Before she can even step her other foot in, someone knocked on her door. Abigail turns her head on it and stopped for a while. She waits for that someone to speak. “Miss Crocus?” Her eyes widen as she heard the voice that came behind the door. She jumps to her flower petal pad immediately as soon as she confirmed the person behind the door. She holds onto an edge of the pad as she cruises through the air, flying away from the room where she was before.

Keeana decided to take a walk outside as she waits for her friends to eat together. She was walking to the other side of the building and out to the outside of the left-wing of the manor. She looks up to look at the beautiful gradient of the sky when it's sunrise. As she was looking about, she saw something flying in the sky. She squints a bit as she saw something that resembles petals with a variety of colors. “What is that?” She said as she jumps on the wall of the manor, which is not tall for her to be unable to jump and give her more a taller vantage point. She saw a short hair with a faint purple color riding this beautiful ride, “Crocus?” Keeana asked herself, “Why is she leaving?”

She jumps down as she kept looking until the figure can’t be seen from her angle. “Miss Keeana!” She turns to the source of the voice, “Oh, Yris. Good morning!” Keeana smiles widely at her. “Could you help me, Miss Keeana?” The archer nods enthusiastically. Sure! What is it? Why do you need it?” Yris looks above them, particularly in one of the windows on the third floor. “I am lazy to get the keys to the maids, could you check out that room there if there’s any person there?” She points at a window. Keeana is visibly confused, “Why?” She looks at the young lady, “Miss Crocus might have locked her room or something might have happened. No one is answering when I knocked and called her.”

Keeana was intrigued as she agreed on her favor. With the intricate sculpture and carvings that were in the wall, she climbed easily into Abigail’s room. Much to her surprise, Abigail wasn’t there. The blanket is not organized, meaning this wasn’t just an empty room. Although, she can’t find anything that Abigail’s property. She looks at the window, “Where were you going, Crocus?”