When Kane first heard from his aunt that Enya had gone missing, he was truly worried about her safety.
Enya might have her yandere tendencies, but she genuinely loved him— she was an important woman to Kane.
No one knew whether this plague would be just as effective against the Demon Race.
Kane had even fantasized that Enya would suddenly appear before him, safe and sound.
But in the moment he saw that beautiful silhouette, dressed in a Maid uniform, standing in the dimly lit space, Kane realized he had overestimated himself.
——BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The Crisis Alarm in his mind wouldn’t stop blaring.
A terrifying chill soaked most of his clothes, and the cold sweat made his palms sticky and trembling.
“Enya’s just passing by, just passing by, just passing by… She’s not here to catch me, she’s not here to catch me…”
Kane silently repeated this prayer in his heart, cautiously sneaking a glance in Enya’s direction.
He saw Enya standing at the entrance of the Café. The gentle orange glow from the Glowing Stone at the door cast her figure half in shadow, half in light.
Her crimson eyes were lowered, the dim light creeping over her like a climbing vine, layering a thin, dark filter over her body and adding a divine allure to the girl.
She didn’t step forward. Instead, she kept shifting her gaze, looking around as if searching for something.
She searched carefully, not even missing the tiniest cracks in the corners.
From those crimson eyes, Kane could see the burning emotion hidden within.
He didn’t need to check any further—he was certain now that Enya had come to catch him.
Wait, how long had it been since she left the Underground Chamber? How was she this efficient?
It felt like Kane had been through a lot, but in reality, only a day had passed.
Kane couldn’t figure it out. He tried hard to maintain his posture, sitting perfectly still, terrified that any slip would give him away and let Enya see through his disguise.
Very soon, Enya’s gaze landed in Kane’s direction.
At that moment, Kane’s heart leapt into his throat.
Fortunately, Enya’s eyes soon moved away from him.
Enya hadn’t noticed Kane was here.
But before Kane could breathe a sigh of relief—
“Kane, why aren’t you eating? This roast chicken is delicious, you should eat, don’t be shy.”
Miss Taliya’s small mouth was glistening with oil as she ate, generously tearing off the juiciest drumstick and forcing it into Kane’s hand.
But Kane still didn’t move.
“Kane, why aren’t you eating yet?” Miss Taliya asked, puzzled. “Is it too hot? Want me to blow on it for you?”
“No.” Kane shivered, putting down the roast chicken and lowering his head. “It’s… cold…”
“Huh? If it’s cold, why aren’t you eating it?”
Miss Taliya smacked her oily lips, looking at Kane in confusion as she scratched her head.
She parted her lips, about to ask more.
“May I speak to him for a moment?”
No one knew when Enya had arrived at their table.
Her voice was cool and clear, her thin lips as delicate as early spring cherry blossoms.
And as she spoke, without waiting for a response, Enya reached out her hand toward Kane.
Miss Taliya, seeing this, was instantly on alert.
Well, well.
Here to cause trouble!
Trying to steal my man!
Daring to poach someone right in front of me!
Oh, you little— my fiery temper, how could I possibly let this slide!
Miss Taliya slammed the table, blocking Kane and interrupting Enya’s action.
She lifted her right leg, resting her little foot on the bench, and spoke with a roguish air:
“Hey, hey, girl, I’m still here. Trying to steal my person right in front of me—aren’t you looking down on me a bit too much?”
“Your person?”
Enya’s gaze shifted from Kane to Miss Taliya.
Her voice grew low, her eyes suddenly filled with danger, like a beast with a deadly illness.
The powerful aura Enya exuded left Miss Taliya momentarily stunned.
She hadn’t expected this seemingly ordinary Maid to have such a commanding presence, but as someone who had walked out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Feng Aotian feared nothing.
The stronger the enemy, the more it stoked her fighting spirit.
She rubbed her nose with her right thumb, stretched out her left arm to shield Kane, and faced Enya head-on, unafraid:
“If he’s not my man, is he yours? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself— other than your chest being a bit bigger, your figure a bit fuller, your stockings a bit more seductive, and your face a bit more charming, what else do you have that’s better than me?!”
Kane: “……”
Enya: “……”
Thankfully, the atmosphere was heavy enough—otherwise, Kane might have actually burst out laughing.
Enya’s eyes half-closed, the ferocity in them growing ever more intense.
But just as before, this didn’t threaten Miss Taliya at all. If anything, it made her even bolder.
Others, however, felt very differently.
For example, the onlookers nearby, clueless about what was happening, watching in shock as two women fought over another woman.
And then there was Kane, already drenched in sweat, his eyes turning into white circles, his legs shaking like a Chihuahua.
He was the very picture of pitiful, weak, and helpless.
It’s over. This time, it’s really over! I told you I didn’t want a midnight snack.
Should’ve finished my bath and gone to bed early… Miss Taliya, you’re really going to get me killed this time.
Kane tried to shrink his neck and quietly scoot back, hoping to reduce his presence.
But how could such a small move escape Enya’s notice?
She ignored Miss Taliya’s question, her gaze locking onto Kane as she asked:
“Are you hers?”
“……”
Just a few simple words, yet they were like countless sharp knives, each one landing squarely on Kane.
It felt like if he even got a single punctuation mark wrong, what awaited him would be endless torture in the Underground Chamber.
“I— I’m, um, that, uh…”
Kane stammered, unable to answer.
“So you’re not.”
Enya quickly came to her conclusion, her eyes narrowing into pretty crescents, and the cold pressure she exuded eased considerably.
Though that was a good sign, it clearly wasn’t enough.
She raised her slender arm, her snow-white wrist pressing down on Kane’s shoulder:
“If you’re not, then there’s no problem talking with me for a while, is there?”
Enya’s words sounded casual at first, but Kane, who knew her well, understood this was anything but a relaxed situation.
Kane was ninety-nine percent sure Enya had seen through his identity.
But how? Even the main heroine couldn’t see through his perfect disguise—how had Enya figured it out?
Did she put a tracker on me?
Kane couldn’t make sense of it. Memories of being locked in the Underground Chamber, doing push-ups with Enya from morning till night, flashed before his eyes.
But at that very moment, Miss Taliya exploded in anger, standing with hands on her hips, blocking Enya with her head held high, nostrils flared as she declared:
“You woman, are you done yet? Can’t you see my woman doesn’t want to go with you? If you keep making trouble, don’t blame me for being rude!”
With that, Miss Taliya raised both hands at once, gripping the Sword of Starry Night and the White Rose Sword.
She went straight for the dual-blade style.
——When the protagonist draws her second sword, no one will stand before her.
Miss Taliya was getting serious.
“Taliya, stop!”
Kane couldn’t care about anything else and rushed to stop her.
But just then, Enya’s voice rang out, playful and teasing:
“Oh my, you women sure do play rough~. You’ve never played like this with me~.”