With that thought, she spoke up, "No, no... I don’t know you anymore. Miss, you should listen to what you’re saying. I think you need to see a psychiatrist."

As she spoke, she scrambled to her feet, pulled out her phone, and started making a call. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Celeste Grant looked at her.

"Nana, what are you doing? You think I’m crazy?" she asked, pointing at herself.

At that moment, Nana looked at her, at a loss for what to say.

She didn’t say anything, but inside, she was already screaming.

’Isn’t it obvious? She’s started talking complete nonsense.’

’And she’s saying she has a fifteen-year-old son? This is clearly a sign of a mental problem. A very serious one.’

’Celeste Grant is my boss! My Miss! She’s the one who butters my bread! My future life of luxury depends on her.’

’Oh, Miss, please don’t let anything happen to you. Otherwise, what’s this old servant supposed to do?!’

Nana looked at her and said, "Miss, I’m on the phone with a psychiatrist’s office right now to book an appointment for you. I’ll go with you tomorrow. I’m sure we can get you better."

The corner of Celeste Grant’s lip twitched, and she couldn’t stop herself from bursting out laughing. She patted the sofa next to her. "Hahaha... A psychiatrist? That really won’t be necessary."

Before Nana could continue her call, Celeste Grant reached out a hand. With a flick of her finger, the phone flew from Nana’s grasp and landed squarely in Celeste’s.

Nana stared at her now-empty hand, then looked back at Celeste Grant, who was sitting on the sofa.

’Are my eyes playing tricks on me? They have to be.’

’I think I just saw my phone fly up and—WHOOSH—land in the Miss’s hand. It seriously just flew over there.’

Nana Warren looked up mechanically at Celeste Grant. "My... my phone..." Her voice was tied in knots, and she couldn’t form a complete sentence.

Celeste Grant smiled and waved the phone at her. "So, Nana, do you still think I’m crazy? Why doesn’t anyone believe me when I’m telling the truth?"

Nana pointed at her and took a step back, striking a pose like Ultraman fighting a monster. "Wh-who are you? I don’t care who you are, get out of my Miss’s body! You can’t hurt her! You Wisps and whatever you are should go after bad people! My Miss has never done a single bad thing in her life. She even donates to charity every year! Get out of her body right now! Or else I’ll get rough with you! I’m the eighteenth-generation heir of The Celestial Masters’ Sect! I know how to exorcise ghosts!"

Celeste Grant: "..."

’So she thinks I’ve attracted something unclean and gotten possessed?’

’To be fair, Nana Warren is incredibly loyal to me. Even after witnessing something so supernatural, and despite being clearly scared out of her wits, she’s forcing herself to stand her ground instead of running away.’

Still, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

"You silly girl, you don’t even recognize me anymore."

’That tone...’

’That’s definitely my Miss.’

But she still didn’t dare to believe it. Instead, she said, "Don’t think you can fool me by pretending to be my Miss! I know it’s not you! What on earth are you? Get out of her body, now! By the urgent command of The Grand Supreme, all you demons and monsters, begone! Begone, begone, begone!"

Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She covered her face with her hands.

’So embarrassing.’

’This is hilarious!’

Celeste Grant cleared her throat. "That novel you keep hidden away... *The Matriarch and Her Seven Delicate Consorts*..."

The moment she started, Nana threw up a hand to stop her. "Don’t say another word! It really is you, Miss."

Her face was beet red with embarrassment.

Nana Warren loved reading female-dominant romance novels, a little-known hobby that only the Miss knew about. No one else had a clue.

With that, she looked at Celeste Grant. "What’s going on? You... Miss, how did my phone just WHOOSH into your hand? Did you awaken some kind of superpower? Yes, yes, that has to be it! After you were struck by lightning, you fell into a coma, and when you woke up, you discovered you had a superpower!"

’Look at her, guessing all over the place.’

’She’s got a great imagination, I’ll give her that.’

As Nana watched, Celeste Grant held out her palm. A moment later, a stream of water materialized in her hand, flowing and changing shape at the slightest twitch of her fingers.

She looked up at the dumbfounded Nana Warren and said, "This isn’t a superpower, it’s Magic. And I’m a Cultivator."

Since Nana Warren was one of her own, Celeste Grant didn’t plan on hiding anything. In fact, she planned to have her start Cultivation too, so she could continue working for her in the future. That comment about Nana working for her for a few thousand years hadn’t been a joke.

Nana muttered aloud, "Cultivator... Magic... Cultivation..." She knew what each word meant on its own, but put together like this, she felt completely lost.

’What is the Miss talking about? She’s saying she’s a Cultivator? Like, a legendary Cultivator from the stories?’

’Cultivation? Is that even something humans can do?’

’Are Cultivators like the ones I’ve imagined? The all-powerful masters from TV shows who can fly through the sky and travel under the ground?’

She swallowed hard, feeling dizzy from the sheer amount of information.

She looked at Celeste Grant and said, "Miss... I was just hearing things, right?"

Celeste Grant gave a slight smile.

"No, you weren’t." As she spoke, she beckoned for Nana to sit down.

Nana Warren walked stiffly to the side and sat down.

Celeste Grant glanced at her. "Alright, Nana. Let me open the door to a new world for you."

She gathered her thoughts for a moment, then began. "Okay, so here’s what happened. A month ago, I was struck by lightning and passed out. When I woke up, I had transmigrated to The Cultivation World..."

She really did need someone to share her experience with.

There weren’t many people Celeste Grant could trust, but Nana was one of the few she could really talk to. While she couldn’t trust her one hundred percent, she was confident in about eighty percent.

She briefly recounted what had happened to her after she transmigrated. As Celeste Grant told her story, Nana Warren’s expression was one of pure shock, her eyes wide.

"Oh my god... Is this for real? That’s so insane! Cultivation! We’re talking about actual Cultivation!"

"Why doesn’t something amazing like transmigration ever happen to me?"

"Oh my god! Miss, your life is basically an epic Cultivation fantasy novel full of twists and turns! You transmigrate to The Cultivation World as a talentless nobody without a Spirit Root, then you meet a big shot from The Demonic Sects and begin your meteoric rise, like you were using a cheat code! In the end, you became the richest woman in The Cultivation World, married the world’s number one Demon Cultivator, and even had a son. Miss, you’re the ultimate winner in life! You’re living the dream! I’m so jealous I could die!"

And to think, when Celeste Grant said she had a son earlier, I thought her memory was scrambled.

"So I was the clown all along."

"So... how are the boss-man’s abs? Good to the touch?"

Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at her. "Goldie, only I get to touch my Archfiend. But I will say... they feel pretty nice."

Nana giggled. "So jealous. You’re living the good life."

Time flew by as the two of them talked.