She had no choice but to search her room again for any clues of her identity, and after a final round, she looked down at her clothes and wished she could slap herself.
"Tsk, turning into a mortal really has dulled my wits. In my past life, I often used my phone to look for my phone. Now, this is just a classic replay."
Dorothy thought helplessly.
It was only then that she noticed the clothing she was wearing, the classic black and white nun's habit of the Church.
"Oh come on, the original owner was really scheming, huh? You, a mage, running to the Church to become a nun, what kind of insider play is this? Trying to hide in plain sight?"
Unfortunately, in this less developed medieval era, finding a full-length mirror to check out her appearance was unrealistic. The Homebody Witch could only look down and then silently lifted her head.