Rosily glanced at Estelle approaching, then smiled and said.
“That tastes pretty good, right? Want some more?”
“…”
Estelle stopped in her tracks. She stood still, her single golden eye fixed on Rosily’s eyes, then shook her head. Rosily pretended to be puzzled.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s…”
“Wait, don’t tell me yet. Let me guess~”
“…”
Estelle was silent for a moment as she watched Rosily sitting on the chair, swaying her slender waist to make the chair rock back and forth.
She was also curious—how could Rosily’s expressions be so vivid? Every glance carried a wealth of information.
Other people were like that too, but she just couldn’t manage it herself.
Rosily stopped moving, planted both feet on the ground, and stood up from the chair.
Before speaking, she picked up the last crimson fruit, popped it into her mouth, and chewed.
“I’ll tell you tonight instead.”
“Okay.”
Estelle nodded.
Upstairs, Phil was packing Rosily’s backpack. Her gaze was distant, a faint trace of resentment on her face.
Although she and Enya were two sides of the same coin—the correspondence between past and future, two beings but one person—Phil had developed a sense of self. Naturally, she thought from her own perspective…
Not long ago, she had sensed a familiar aura from afar. Within that surging magical power lay traces of Enya.
Phil knew instantly that Enya had chosen dragonification.
But!
Even after dragonifying, she still hadn’t come back.
What was she doing?
She said she’d return to Red Pine City immediately after dragonification. Now there wasn’t even a trace of her. You’re really something, Enya—even your own messenger gets stood up!
Phil sighed, folded the washed and dried clothes, stuffed them into the backpack, fastened it, and placed it at the foot of Rosily’s bed.
Before heading to Estelle’s room, she also tidied up Rosily’s slightly messy room.
Standing at the door, Phil smiled and muttered a complaint.
“If only you were as easy to take care of as your sister.”
In comparison, Estelle seemed to have inherited some of Vivienne’s neat-freak tendencies.
Everything in her room was arranged neatly, and she would even sweep the floor and wipe the windows on her own.
She was so easy to care for that it made Phil’s heart ache a little.
That evening, Rosily climbed out the window, stepping onto the rooftop. Just as she reached the edge, she saw the silvery-white figure waiting for her in the courtyard.
Estelle’s silver hair shimmered with a faint glow under the night sky.
The source of that glow was the magic power swirling around her.
When people cultivated magic power, they made it flow through their bodies. The energy consumed by magic power emitted light.
Rosily had learned from that Mage of the West Wind’s lecture that it was precisely this property that had led to the creation of cheap magic lamps, making nights brighter than ever before.
She glanced into the distance.
On the construction site in the new northern district, a few magic lamps were still lit.
It was already late at night; the workers had naturally clocked out, and there was no more hammering or banging from building houses.
Rosily’s five senses were sharp. During the day, she could always hear those faint sounds. At the same time, she could also see things that others couldn’t.
Estelle opened her eyes and turned to look at Rosily, who was crouching on the eaves.
Their gazes met first, then her eyes dropped a little, then quickly retreated. She turned to face the open space not far away.
Rosily blinked, then jumped down from the four-meter-high eaves.
The girl’s figure was incredibly nimble; she landed like a falling leaf, graceful, stepping onto the grass without making a sound.
After landing, she hopped over in two or three steps, came up beside Estelle, and lightly nudged her with a shoulder. Rosily grinned.
“Sis, how come you were peeking up my skirt?”
“I wasn’t.”
“But just now you—”
“I wasn’t.”
Estelle turned her head away, speaking calmly.
Rosily pouted.
“Let’s go.”
“Mm.”
Estelle nodded, then walked toward the courtyard gate.
Enya had prepared plenty of bloomers for the two sisters and stored them in the cabinet.
There were enough for a whole week without repeats.
So Estelle had only seen her sister’s bloomers, and besides, the two sisters had worn even more revealing clothes before. This was nothing.
Rosily wasn’t the type to care about her image in front of acquaintances, especially in front of her sister.
As long as she felt comfortable doing something, she’d do it.
So Rosily promptly did a leapfrog over the stone fence surrounding the courtyard.
On her own private stage, she showcased her excellent flexibility.
Estelle had just walked out the door when she saw her sister’s somewhat weird behavior.
She didn’t know how to comment. She was still gathering her words, but Rosily’s move left her a bit stunned.
Rosily laughed happily, hopping and skipping ahead, pulling a dozen meters ahead of Estelle, who stood frozen in the yard.
She stopped and waved at Estelle, signaling for her to catch up quickly.
Estelle started walking, then gradually sped up, and finally ran toward Rosily.
Rosily and Estelle slipped over the city wall under the cover of night, arriving at a desolate forest outside the city.
Soon, the previously calm trees suddenly grew restless.
A fierce wind surged through the woods, rustling loudly.
If someone with magical cultivation happened to pass by, they would definitely sense two different magical auras mixed in the chaotic gusts.
With a bit more careful probing, they’d discover that these two magical auras were colliding with each other—clearly a battle between two people in the woods.
Night deepened. The stars hung high in the sky.
In the stream, Rosily sat on a rock, soaking her pale little feet in the clear water. Feeling the chilly current wash over her skin, she let out a long sigh.
She lifted her eyes to look at Estelle, who stood upstream in the water.
Estelle’s white dress and silver hair stood out strikingly in the forest under the night sky. As the older sister, she was conspicuous. And Rosily, as the younger sister, was equally eye-catching.
If someone tracked their aura and found them, seeing the two sisters resting in the stream at this moment, it wouldn’t be long before rumors of a “Stream Goddess” spread.
Heh…
Rosily pulled her thoughts together and glanced at Estelle’s graceful figure.
She pouted in mild frustration.
Before the graduation exam, Rosily had wanted to have another spar with Estelle.
The result was still her defeat.
This made Rosily suspect whether she really needed to work harder, because the gap between her and Estelle seemed to be growing.
Rosily touched the silver ring on her finger and mentally complained.
The swordsmanship Cang taught her wasn’t any better than Estelle’s, and she claimed it was legendary sword arts.
Liar! Big fat liar!
Even through the ring, Cang could sense her young mistress’s thoughts.
She felt very wronged too—after all, you and your sister both learned swordsmanship from the same person, just different techniques.
A single master’s teachings can’t always break each other’s moves.
Cang thought she was being unfairly blamed.
She really wanted to explain to Rosily, but since Enya hadn’t said anything yet, she didn’t dare to be the one to spill the beans.
Otherwise, she’d definitely get severely punished later.
If it were ordinary punishment, Cang would gladly take it. But Enya would directly seal her away.
She didn’t want to go back to that lightless place and experience another trance of countless millennia.
So Cang kept silent.
Rosily waited on the Sea of Consciousness for her Sister Cang’s voice, but it never came. She let out a small, annoyed huff.
Splash, splash~
Hearing the water, Rosily turned her attention back to the outside world. She watched Estelle walking through the stream toward her.
Estelle’s ethereal, pale golden eyes were staring straight into hers.
Rosily pursed her lips, tilting her head slightly to look up at her cheap sister.
Now she wondered if Estelle might actually be related to her by blood—a real biological sister.
“I’m guessing you want to answer the question I asked you earlier, right?”
“Mm…”
“So?”
“Do you know Enya?”
Estelle parted her thin lips and spoke in her cool voice.
Rosily’s expression faded.
Enya?
Of course she knew!
After nodding, Rosily felt that answer wasn’t quite right.
“I know. That Sword Saint who single-handedly defeated the dragon.”
“She’s my mom.”
“?”
“Another mother. I have two.”
“??”
“She should be your… too…”
“???”
If there were a dialog bubble spell, a huge question mark would have appeared over Rosily’s head right now. She couldn’t believe the calm tone in which Estelle said these things.
Rosily blinked and swallowed.
“You mean that Dragon Slayer, the Ordinary-blood Sword Saint, the Legendary Saintess, Enya, is also my… another mother?”
“Mm.”
Estelle nodded again.
“We’re sisters with the same mother but different moms.”
Rosily didn’t feel enlightened. She just thought it was weird.
In Crimson Academy, there was a biology class that said humans need heterosexual reproduction to produce offspring.
Rosily had once thought that the one who abandoned her and her mother was her father.
Estelle looked at the stunned Rosily, also finding it strange.
Wasn’t this perfectly normal?
She knew she was a child that Vivienne had created, carrying Enya’s blood. As for how she came into being, she didn’t know.
Although Estelle was a bit slow, she understood she wasn’t an ordinary human—after all, her real age was only one year old.
Rosily took a deep breath, calming herself down.
She had suspected Enya before, but she never imagined the truth would be like this—or maybe Estelle had gotten it wrong.
Looking at Estelle’s eyes, she knew Estelle wasn’t a liar. She was just stating something she knew.
Rosily hesitated, then asked.
“Is that for real?”
“Mm.”
“…”
“Rosily, I’m going to leave here someday. I want to find her, to ask her why she abandoned Mother and me.”
“I…”
Rosily thought of her mother’s recent unusual behavior.