Why is this happening?
This question had troubled Luo Shuangyue for a long time, and even after she and her younger sister finished dinner and returned home, she still hadn’t figured it out.
But as soon as she got home, she didn’t have time to ponder this problem.
Because she saw Xia Mo sitting on the sofa in their living room with her eyes closed, resting, yet emitting a chilling, terrifying aura.
Huh? What’s wrong? I didn’t do anything bad, did I?
Luo Shuangyue recalled the day’s events and was sure she hadn’t done anything wrong. So what was it that made Xia Mo wear such a frightening expression?
Luo Shuangxing glanced at Xia Mo’s darkened face, then looked at her confused sister. Her intuition led her to make a wise choice.
“You two talk slowly.”
She decisively let go of Luo Shuangyue’s arm and quickly ran to the door of her own bedroom. “I’m going back to my room first. You two finish talking.”
After saying that, she slammed the door shut, blocking out everything outside her room.
The conflict between these two sisters was left for them to resolve on their own.
Abandoned decisively by her younger sister, Luo Shuangyue stood dumbfounded in place.
Realizing she seemed to have no way out, she took small steps over to Xia Mo’s side, wearing a fully apologetic smile as she sat down next to her and carefully reached out to touch Xia Mo’s hand.
Xia Mo’s face remained cold, and she said nothing.
Luo Shuangyue’s heart trembled, knowing that Xia Mo was truly unhappy right now.
“Mo Mo, what’s made you upset?” she asked in an extremely humble tone.
Fortunately, Xia Mo wasn’t the type to go silent and make her lover play guessing games when angry. If she were, Luo Shuangyue probably wouldn’t have liked her in the first place.
“This afternoon, you were hugging and cuddling with other girls happily, weren’t you?” Xia Mo turned her head and gave Luo Shuangyue a sinister smile. “I saw it all clearly from above.”
While Luo Shuangxing was busy fighting monsters, Xia Mo hadn’t been idle. Thanks to the Magical Girl’s extraordinary vision, she had clearly seen Luo Shuangyue holding hands with that unfamiliar girl, even patting her head.
Luckily, Xia Mo had a good temper; otherwise, she would have flown down from the sky right then, using her Rosemary identity to question Luo Shuangyue about who that woman was.
That would’ve been a huge scandal.
“Huh? I’m innocent! That girl is a friend of Class Leader Luo Shuangxing, and she was scared senseless by the Demons. I was just comforting her!” Luo Shuangyue protested earnestly, feeling wrongly accused.
She had no feelings for that girl whatsoever.
My heart belongs only to Xia Mo!
You are the only sun in my heart!
Please believe me!
“Comforting? Directly comforting her in your arms?” Xia Mo narrowed her eyes, suspicious as ever. Who’s going to believe that?
If Luo Shuangyue had been a man, that scene would look very wrong indeed.
Anyone who saw that would think Luo Shuangyue was two-timing for sure.
“No! She was the one holding onto my arm, and I didn’t even know her!” Luo Shuangyue continued to explain. She knew her defense was weak, but this was all she could say.
After all, she really had been hugged. Unless Xia Mo could see her thoughts, this would be hard to prove otherwise…
Eh?
For ordinary people, this would indeed be helpless, because they couldn’t let others read their minds.
But Luo Shuangyue wasn’t ordinary!
“Xia Mo! Let’s do a Sensory Link Rune again! That way you can see exactly what I’m thinking!” What misunderstanding? Just a Sensory Link Rune will clear everything up!
This uncanny mind-connection method was perfect here. If you doubt me, I’ll just show you my true feelings.
Just do it.
In that moment, Luo Shuangyue felt like a genius and thought that from now on, whenever there was a problem, she could solve it with a Sensory Link Rune.
What misunderstanding can’t be resolved by a Sensory Link? None!
If Sensory Link can’t solve it, then it’s no longer a misunderstanding.
Seeing Luo Shuangyue’s confident expression, Xia Mo roughly understood that maybe she had been overthinking.
For Luo Shuangyue to so casually suggest proving her innocence through Sensory Link, she surely had nothing to hide.
Anyone with secrets wouldn’t be so eager to make such a request.
“Alright, then just like last time,” Xia Mo said, brushing the stray hair behind her ear as she looked at Luo Shuangyue.
Luo Shuangyue nodded, and before she could react, Xia Mo suddenly pressed down on her, pinning her beneath herself.
And then, her mouth was sealed.
Without magic imprinted on their tongues, and neither in transformation form, they couldn’t use magic. So this time, Xia Mo simply wanted to taste Luo Shuangyue.
After all, this side of Luo Shuangyue was a first for her.
“Whoa…”
Peeking through the door crack at the living room, Luo Shuangxing blushed deeply as she closed her bedroom door.
So intense!
She had expected some sort of battle in the living room, but not this kind of battle!
Wasn’t Xia Mo just storming in angrily to get some explanation? How did it suddenly turn into this?
And can you two not do this kind of thing in the living room? Have you forgotten there’s still someone else in this house?
Covering her burning cheeks, Luo Shuangxing took a few deep breaths, but to little effect.
Her mind was filled with images of her sister blushing furiously, pinned beneath Xia Mo, being kissed and nibbled.
One was her respected senior, the other her blood-related sister.
Even though she had been mentally prepared for this from the information she got from Xia Mo before, actually seeing it left her a bit stunned.
This… this was too intense!
Pressing a hand to her rapidly beating heart, Luo Shuangxing cautiously cracked the bedroom door open again.
Curiosity got the better of her.
But when she looked this time, the “battle” in the living room was over.
Luo Shuangyue sat on the sofa with a flushed face and disheveled clothes.
Xia Mo looked about the same, though her blush wasn’t as obvious.
“There’s someone else in the house,” Luo Shuangyue whispered in complaint.
She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if Luo Shuangxing had witnessed what just happened. Her younger sister was already suspicious enough—any more, and there might be real trouble.
“Then next time you come to my place, there won’t be anyone else,” Xia Mo said with a flirtatious wink at Luo Shuangyue, showing no sign of remorse.
Anyway, she’d enjoyed herself and the little bit of unhappiness had disappeared.
Luo Shuangyue had passed today’s test.
“What’s this?”
“A knife!”
“And this?”
“Master!”
Phantom Scythe’s clear voice echoed through the small room.
Watching Phantom Scythe’s vocabulary gradually expand under Phantom Thorn’s guidance, Luo Shuangyue felt as relieved as a mother finally seeing her daughter become sensible.
Compared to the little fool who used to only make noises, Phantom Scythe could now say meaningful words!
This was a huge improvement!
After helping Phantom Scythe recognize a few words, Phantom Thorn loosened the black brambles binding her, allowing the little one to happily fly over Luo Shuangyue’s head.
“I didn’t expect you to be good at teaching kids,” Luo Shuangyue said.
“She’s not dumb to begin with. Plus, this place can conjure up a lot of things, so teaching is easier.” Phantom Thorn snapped her fingers, and a steaming cup of black tea appeared in front of Luo Shuangyue.
Her control over this place seemed to have improved a lot—now even tea was possible.
But Luo Shuangyue was more concerned about the hidden message in Phantom Thorn’s words.
“You’re stealing my energy again!”
“I only used a little. A thief isn’t really a thief if they’re making full use of idle mental power,” Phantom Thorn defended herself without a hint of embarrassment.
To say such shameless things with a straight face, Phantom Thorn was truly corrupted by human emotions and thoughts.
But Luo Shuangyue hadn’t felt any great depletion of her mental power these past few days, so Phantom Thorn must be watching her consumption rate carefully.
Since that was the case, Luo Shuangyue decided to turn a blind eye. Like she could really stop Phantom Thorn from stealing energy.
It was almost funny—when it came to controlling this place, she was actually less capable than this outsider Phantom Thorn.
Taking a sip of the tea Phantom Thorn made, Luo Shuangyue frowned slightly.
Why did this tea taste so strange? Sticky, with an unpleasant burnt flavor.
Nothing like real black tea at all!
Setting the cup back down, Luo Shuangyue asked with a complicated expression, “Why does your tea taste so bad?”
“Because I’ve never drunk tea before, I didn’t know what it should taste like, so I replaced the flavor with something else I remembered as drinkable.”
“What?”
A bad feeling arose in Luo Shuangyue’s heart.
No matter how she thought about it, this flavor could never be something good.
“Blood. Demon blood. I usually drink this stuff as a beverage.”
Of course! That explained the weird taste.
It really did match the feeling demon blood gives—black, thick, sticky like oil.
Only a demon like Phantom Thorn could stomach that.
The others wouldn’t dare drink demon blood straight.
And now Luo Shuangyue had joined the ranks of those tough enough to swallow demon blood. She even swallowed that strange liquid.
“Don’t make that face. Demon blood is a good supplement for me. As for the taste, demons don’t care about such things.”
Phantom Thorn gently tapped the cup of demon blood-flavored tea Luo Shuangyue had drunk.
The cup floated over to Phantom Scythe, who eagerly drank the half-full cup.
After finishing, the little one happily shouted, “Delicious!”
“Delicious” and “tasty” were the first two words Phantom Scythe had learned.
Probably because her previous life as the Resentful Spirit Demon King was a big foodie.
Luo Shuangyue suspected that no matter what Phantom Scythe ate or drank, she would happily shout “Delicious” or “Tasty.”
After all, if Phantom Scythe could finish demon blood-flavored tea without leaving a drop, what else could be so bad that she wouldn’t like it?
“Besides, don’t you also like eating strange foods? One of my subordinates almost got eaten by you!” Phantom Thorn said, hinting Luo Shuangyue shouldn’t pretend to be so proper, as if she were a good person.
“You only ate my subordinate a few days ago, right? So what, I eat demon blood and now it’s forbidden?”
Is there any difference in taste?
“That’s different. I don’t eat or drink those things with my mouth,” Luo Shuangyue explained. “I use the Butterflies.”
The Butterflies consume the food and convert it into pure magic power, which I then absorb.
What I taste isn’t the raw monster food but the delicacies cooked by the Butterfly chefs.
Or rather, the taste I perceive is the Butterflies’ sensory impression of the magic power, not the original ingredients.
“Oh, then you’re amazing!” Phantom Thorn clapped her hands halfheartedly, then said, “If you want me to make something normal, that’s fine too. Just share your understanding of those foods with me.”
Although they now shared the same mental space, Luo Shuangyue’s and Phantom Thorn’s consciousnesses were still separated.
Otherwise, Luo Shuangyue would have already discovered from Phantom Thorn’s mind where her mother was hiding.
For Phantom Thorn to learn what was happening outside, Luo Shuangyue had to actively share.
As for food, Luo Shuangyue didn’t mind sharing; she wanted Phantom Thorn to teach Phantom Scythe what really tasted good and what was delicious.
If Phantom Scythe started grabbing random things and shouting “Delicious!” with every bite, that would be a beautiful sight—one Luo Shuangyue dared not imagine.
It’s one thing to nibble on demons, but if Phantom Scythe bit into humans, that’d be a disaster.
Luo Shuangyue definitely didn’t want the title of “Cannibal Maniac.”
Standing up, she pressed her right index finger to Phantom Thorn’s forehead and shared all the delicious and tasty things she could think of.
In this space, she could easily retrieve every detail from memory and perfectly transmit her feelings to Phantom Thorn.
“So that’s it… that’s the flavor?” Phantom Thorn’s face lit up with understanding after receiving Luo Shuangyue’s sharing.
Alright, she now knew what “delicious” meant!
Snapping her fingers, another cup of black tea appeared before Luo Shuangyue.
“This one definitely won’t taste bad. I’ve poured all my understanding of deliciousness into it!” she said confidently.
Luo Shuangyue decided to trust Phantom Thorn one more time.
After all, she had shared her sense of deliciousness with her. This time it couldn’t go wrong, right?
Phantom Thorn just needed to replicate the flavor from memory. Simple—just use her hands.
Thinking this, Luo Shuangyue raised the tea cup and took a small sip.
“Hm?!”
“Feeling it? Go sit over there… why does your face look so pale?” Monice looked up from the stack of documents she was reading and gave Luo Shuangyue a puzzled glance.
If Luo Shuangyue’s aura weren’t stable, Monice might have thought Luo Shuangyue had disintegrated again without her knowing.