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MidReal Story
The DoubleFaced Witch
Scenario:人物设定深度解析
伊芙琳（双面魔女）
身份交织：魔法学院 F 班吊车尾学员 / 禁忌魔法研究院学者，因古籍诅咒卷入攻略游戏。
人设反差：甜美外表下藏 “茶艺反杀” 技能，擅长用温柔话术化解危机，关键时刻展露禁忌魔法破坏力。
核心矛盾：被生母家族排斥的 “拖油瓶” vs 莱昂家族钦定的 “未来孙媳”，阶级对立中寻找自我价值。
莱昂纳多（高岭之猫奴）
反差萌设定：魔法投资天才 / 魔法猫 “鱼刺” 的铲屎官，对伊芙琳的 “茶艺” 攻防战中逐渐卸下心防。
隐藏属性：随身携带母亲遗留的神秘怀表，与伊芙琳的禁忌魔法研究存在潜在关联。
艾丽西亚（白莲猎手）
阴谋布局：通过校园论坛操控舆论，制造 “伊芙琳暗恋傅校草”“偷窃方家传家宝” 谣言，暗中调查禁忌魔法秘密。
致命弱点：对傅校草单恋导致判断力下降，被伊芙琳反将一军。
系统 999（绿茶系统）
功能异化：表面提供攻略建议，实则通过 “绿茶话术” 测试玩家道德底线，疑似初代测试者意识残留。
觉醒伏笔：因伊芙琳使用禁忌魔法出现异常代码，暗示系统真实身份。
其他角色
玛莎：食堂阿姨 / 孤儿院清洁工，伊芙琳情感支柱，曾试图送其回生母家族。
莱昂老爷子：莱昂家族掌权者，强势撮合伊芙琳与莱昂纳多，以 “未来孙媳” 称呼伊芙琳。
魔法德育处主任：刻板教条，因莱昂纳多施压被迫向伊芙琳道歉。
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Evelyn Leon
resourceful, and conflicted. After discovering an ancient tome, she becomes trapped in a game where she must navigate complex relationships and magical challenges. Her identity is split between her academic life and her secret research. She faces rejection from her biological mother's family but finds support from Martha, a kind orphanage caretaker. Her interactions with Leonardo and Alicia reveal her strategic thinking and resilience.
Alicia Fang
manipulative, and driven by personal interests. Alicia spreads rumors about Evelyn to undermine her reputation while pursuing her own goals within the game's framework. Her actions reveal her rivalry with Evelyn but also expose her vulnerability when outmaneuvered by Evelyn's strategic thinking.
Leonardo Leon
reserved, and enigmatic. Initially unaware of his family's plans to marry him to Evelyn, he becomes entangled in the game's dynamics. His relationship with Evelyn evolves from indifference to mutual understanding as they share moments of vulnerability. He harbors a mysterious pocket watch left by his mother, which holds significance in the story's unfolding events.
I was still Evelyn (The Double-Faced Witch) without a doubt.
However, the "Tea Arts Counterattack" skill I possessed made me struggle between two personas.
On the surface, I was a gentle girl who loved to drink tea.
In reality, I was a monster who could destroy anything with a smile.
Only when I finally returned to the Magical Academy after completing my mission at the Forbidden Magic Research Institute did I realize that the "bottleneck" I was labeled as in Class F had completely turned into the "genius girl" admired by the students of other classes.
The change in attitude toward me was quite interesting.
It all started with the Director of the Magical Ethics Department coming to my class personally during lunch break to apologize for the previous day’s incident.
I was eating meatballs with eggplant in the classroom when I suddenly smelled a fragrance that didn’t belong to my dish.
I looked up and saw the Director standing before me with an apologetic expression.
"Evelyn, I’m here to apologize for what happened yesterday. I didn’t mean to reject you. It was all because of my misunderstanding."
What?Was this man really the same director who had rejected me yesterday?
I put down my fork and studied the director’s posture.
His fingers were fidgeting with the pin of his tie, and his face was flushed.
"Yesterday, Mr. Leonardo Leon came to my office personally."
The director paused for a second before continuing, "He vouched for your character and told me that he would withdraw his family’s annual donation to the academy if the incident wasn’t handled properly."
I didn’t say anything, but I continued to smile sweetly at the director.
The students nearby paused their lunch to eavesdrop on our conversation.
They whispered behind their hands, "What did Evelyn do? The young heir of the Leon family came to her defense?"
"Yesterday, I saw her stealing something from the cafeteria. She must have bribed him!"
"Impossible! The Leon family is so powerful. They wouldn’t be bribed by anyone!"
"I heard that Evelyn is the daughter of a noble family. Maybe she’s a princess?"
"Princesses don’t steal food!"
The director cleared his throat to draw everyone’s attention back to him.
"Anyway, I’m here to apologize for my mistake. Here’s an official document withdrawing yesterday’s disciplinary notice. Please sign it."
I grasped the fountain pen in my hand and gave it a slight twirl.
The weight of the pen was familiar, just like the weight of the ancient texts I transcribed every day at the Forbidden Magic Research Institute.
The director handed me the document, and I looked over it briefly.
It was a formal letter stating that the disciplinary notice from yesterday had been withdrawn due to new evidence.
The students around us gradually stopped paying attention to our conversation, and I returned my focus to the document.
With a few swift strokes of the pen, I signed "Evelyn Leon" in elegant cursive script.
Each stroke was precise and refined, a skill I had honed during my time researching ancient texts.
The director watched me sign the document with an eager expression, his earlier smugness replaced by nervous anticipation.
Once I finished signing, the director took the document back and folded it in a hurry.
He tucked the folded paper into my bag, his movements as quick as a mouse.
With a final glance around, he scurried out of the classroom.
The chatter of the students returned to its usual level as the director disappeared from view.
I watched him leave with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
Why did he seem so nervous?
Was it because he had been scolded by Mr. Leon, or was there something more at play?
I shrugged the thought off and resumed my lunch, savoring each bite of the tender meatballs and fragrant eggplant.
It wasn’t long before the classroom door swung open once more, but this time, it wasn’t the director who entered.
The figure standing in the doorway was none other than Mr. Leon himself.
He stood tall and imposing in his tailored suit, exuding an aura of authority that commanded attention.
His suit was a deep shade of navy blue, adorned with intricate patterns that added an air of sophistication to his already commanding presence.
In contrast to the students’ simple uniforms, Mr. Leon’s attire seemed even more extravagant in this setting.
As he entered, his gaze swept across the room, his eyes scanning until they landed on me.
A smile spread across his face, one that seemed both familiar and out of place in this academic environment. The chatter among the students died down as Mr. Leon’s imposing figure made its way through the rows of lunch tables.
Phones were discreetly raised to capture whatever drama was about to unfold.
I gripped the edge of my chair tightly as Mr. Leon approached, his businessman’s smile fixed firmly in place.
"Ah, Evelyn," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a warmth that belied the tension in the room.
"I trust the director has made amends for his oversight?"
I nodded slowly, my eyes meeting his with a mixture of gratitude and suspicion.
"Good, good," Mr. Leon continued, his voice tinged with satisfaction.
"Then I bid you farewell. Enjoy the rest of your lunch."
With that, he turned on his heel and strode back out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a trail of whispers and curious glances.
As soon as he disappeared from view, the students returned to their lunch, their conversation bubbling back to life.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a blank sheet of paper, placing it on the cafeteria table beside my half-finished lunch.
The paper was smooth to the touch, its crispness a familiar sensation.
I had spent countless hours studying ancient texts, pouring over intricately illuminated manuscripts and practicing the elegant strokes of forgotten scripts.
And in my mind’s eye, I recalled the distinctive loops and sharp angles of Mr. Leon’s signature from the investment documents at the Research Institute.
Without hesitation, my hand began to move across the paper, recreating each precise stroke with a practiced ease that bordered on muscle memory. Nearby students continued filming with their phones, their eyes glued to my hands as I worked.
But I paid them no mind, lost in the fluid motion of recreating the signature that had become synonymous with power and wealth.
As I completed the final flourish, the ink glistened on the page, identical in every detail to Mr. Leon’s own mark.
With a flicker of my wrist, I slipped the paper into my research notebook and closed it firmly.
The act felt almost subversive - a small act of defiance in this carefully controlled world.
Just as I was about to return to my meal, a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Evelyn, what are you doing with that signature?" whispered Clara, her eyes wide with disbelief.
I glanced at her, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Just ensuring I have a little leverage if needed," I replied softly, my tone light but carrying an undercurrent of seriousness.
Clara’s eyes widened further, and she shook her head in disbelief.
I chuckled inwardly, knowing that she couldn’t understand the depth of my connections to the Forbidden Magic Research Institute or the power it held.
As I began to continue my lunch, a sudden sound pierced through the cafeteria’s quiet murmur.
It was a high-pitched wail, like a siren blaring in the air.
The fire alarm had been triggered, and students around me sprang from their seats, knocking over chairs and dropping phones as they scrambled toward the double doors leading outside.
I quickly slipped my notebook into my bag, careful not to crumple the practice signatures within.
The crowd pushed against me as we all tried to reach the exit at once, shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor in protest. Amidst the chaos, I stood up calmly, remembering the emergency protocols I had learned during my time at the Institute.
I knew that in situations like this, remaining composed was crucial.
As I moved toward the exit, I noticed a figure standing by the doorway - none other than Leonardo himself.
His eyes met mine briefly, and with a subtle nod, he vanished into the chaos, leaving me to wonder what role he played in this unfolding drama.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke, and I pulled my uniform sleeve over my nose to filter out the stench.
Crouching low to the ground, I recalled the evacuation procedures I had learned during my time at the Institute.
Through the thickening haze, I spotted several students still filming with their phones instead of exiting the cafeteria.
The smoke stung my eyes, making them water as I navigated between overturned chairs and abandoned lunch trays.
I grabbed my research notebook and edged toward the emergency exit, keeping one hand against the wall for orientation.
Suddenly, a faint coughing sound caught my attention.
It came from behind one of the support columns near the exit.
I moved cautiously toward the sound, peering around the column to find a first-year student frozen in place, her eyes wide with fear.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked gently, trying to coax her into moving.
She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I... I can't breathe," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the alarm.
"Alright, just stay calm," I said, taking her hand. "We'll get out of here together."
With her hand in mine, I guided her through the smoke-filled hallway, keeping my eyes fixed on the emergency exit sign.
The first-year student’s trembling form leaned against me for support as we navigated through the thickening haze.
Just as we were about to reach the exit, a figure emerged from a side corridor, blocking our path.
It was none other than the director of the Forbidden Magic Research Institute.
His earlier nervousness had given way to a cold, calculating gaze that sent shivers down my spine.
"Follow me," he said curtly, gesturing for us to follow him back into the depths of the Institute.
The first-year student clutched my arm tighter, but I noticed security cameras tracking our movement.
The director’s hand hovered near an emergency communication device on his belt, and I wondered what sinister plans he had in store for us.
I released the student’s hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Trust me," I whispered, before stepping forward to confront the director.
I planted my feet firmly on the ground and met his gaze, my voice steady.
"Why should we ignore evacuation protocols and follow you?" he asked, his hand still resting on the communicator.
Behind me, the first-year student’s fingers trembled against my sleeve, her eyes wide with fear.
The smoke continued to thicken, but I noticed the director’s hand twitching near his belt.
His other hand slid into his coat pocket, while the security cameras above us continued to record every moment of this standoff.
I positioned myself between him and the student, calculating the distance to both the emergency exit and the nearest classroom.
The director's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in slightly. "Because there's more at stake here than a simple fire drill," he replied, his voice low and urgent.
I hesitated, glancing back at the student. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm despite the rising tension.
He pulled a small device from his pocket, its screen flickering with strange symbols. "This is about the Institute's future—and yours."
