“Hehe, sister, what bad thing do you want to do to me next?”
After being tossed around for quite a while, Hua Shiyu seemed to have no strength left even to speak, her clear pink eyes dimmed slightly.
“Why is your body so weak?” Vyea asked with some concern, merely carrying the pink-haired shorty like she was lifting a rabbit. She didn’t even need to walk, yet Hua Shiyu looked half-dead.
“It’s too bumpy… I feel like vomiting…”
“Don’t puke! Hold it back! If you dare vomit on me, I’ll make you lick it all up!” Vyea threatened with a face that showed she was serious she had a bit of a germaphobe streak.
Hua Shiyu’s face turned ashen, her voice muffled. “You’re a devil!”
“So what if I am?”
Vyea barely curled the corner of her mouth, slightly slowing her pace to ease the pink-haired shorty’s discomfort.
Once upon a time, she had been an ordinary person too, but those days were so far behind her.
So far that her memories had grown blurry.
Especially after becoming a Slime-girl, her sense of time gradually dulled.
She suddenly wanted to drink some sweet corn wine.
What was going on?
Vyea rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit dazed. Thinking carefully, she realized she had spent nearly twenty years in this world since crossing over.
Twenty years.
How many decades does a person get in their lifetime?
And hers was a twenty years pieced together from two decades plus her age before crossing over.
Vyea went silent, recalling an old song she had heard in her past life—no matter how strong someone is, they have the right to feel weary…
It was truly melancholic.
Had she grown old?
Vyea touched her chest—neither big nor small.
“Sister? What’s wrong? You look like something’s off. I promised to help you with your mischief, so don’t leave me behind when it matters… or my life’s over.” Hua Shiyu’s voice was low but incessant. “The Capital’s supervision of officials is so strict, if they find out I helped you, they’ll assume I can’t withstand the prison’s torture devices…”
“Just reminiscing some past things,” Vyea shook her head, no longer carrying Hua Shiyu like a rabbit but cradling her like a puppy. She asked, “Feeling better now?”
“I’m not like you. I’m just an ordinary girl. Let me rest for a while. Mm… this position feels so much better,” Hua Shiyu said softly, closing her eyes and leaning on the soft slime body as she continued, “Maybe to you, I’m just weak. But the weak have their own ways to survive. I’ve read more books than you, studied more languages than you, hehe. Even when it comes to understanding Humans, I might know more than you.”
“You’re so narcissistic.” Vyea was speechless.
“Sister, you’re not the first person to say that to me.”
Hua Shiyu opened her eyes. Even though the heavy pressure that had clung to her like a shadow had vanished, she still didn’t have the strength to raise her arm, only managing to force a faint smile: “Sister, I can promise to help you. But can you tell me your goal? What exactly do you want? Revenge? Treasures? Or are you just playing us all?”
Vyea didn’t answer directly. Instead, she asked, “Have you ever seen the supreme ruler of the Human Alliance?”
“Her Highness the Empress? Sorry, that lady keeps to herself in the Capital, almost never appearing publicly… The last time she appeared was three years ago, but I wasn’t there.” Hua Shiyu rested her head on the soft slime, feeling sleepy. “Sister, are you a Demon Lord?”
“I’m not.”
“Then are you the earthly vessel of some evil god?”
“No.”
“Then you…?”
Hua Shiyu realized her mortal intelligence was useless here, constantly restricted and frustrated. She started to babble casually:
“Oh, I get it. Sister, you’re a fallen human hero, right? Like a spoiled sweet potato—once it could fill a person’s stomach, but now eating it kills.”
So I can only be the bad one, huh?
“Did you die?”
“Aww, isn’t sister kind-hearted~” Without noticing, Hua Shiyu’s tone turned flirtatious again as she rubbed her face against Vyea’s chest.
“Sister, if you insist on meeting the Empress, it’s best not to try solving things with force.”
“Don’t you want to know why I want to see her?” Vyea stopped walking.
“Everyone has their secrets.” Hua Shiyu said, “You’ve been honest with me, so I’ll be honest too. The Capital is dangerous—not like our countryside.”
I know it’s dangerous, Vyea remained silent. If it weren’t, she wouldn’t bother rebuilding her image as an absolute righteous and unblemished person.
Seeing Vyea silent, Hua Shiyu thought she hadn’t made herself clear and went on:
“I was born in the Capital after all. There are many Divine Relics sites, and Divine Relics have even been produced there. Legend says the Corpse of the Giant God lies buried beneath the Capital. On No-moon Nights, the locals hear mournful cries…”
“That’s all just to scare children, like tales of big bad wolves outside,” Vyea shook her head.
“It’s true.”
Elsewhere.
Lania, having reentered the Arbitration Office, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Her purple eyes scanned the surroundings in confusion—the hurried footsteps of the staff, the Three-man Knight Group occasionally rushing past.
Everything looked normal.
Except the Magic Stone message she sent to her senior sister was met with silence. No reply at all.