Chapter 221

Luo De lowered his steps and clicked open the door.

Inside the cabin, it looked as if a thief had ransacked it—drawers overturned, everything upside down.

His eye twitched.

He shifted his gaze to the half-open bedroom and saw the Banshee Krista fast asleep on the bed.

The bed was littered with snacks she'd pulled out, crumbs scattered everywhere.

She clutched half a glass of juice, but since she'd fallen asleep and lost her physical form, the cup tilted sideways in her hand, soaking a large patch of the mattress.

Not only that, but on the bedroom wall, a bronze dragon from the Jade City Dragon Viewing Festival played on loop.

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A vein bulged on Luo De's forehead.

Good, good, good.

I'm only away for two days and you turn the place into this? You really haven't been beaten enough, Krista.

Tally didn't care.

She always instinctively wanted to eat something when she got home.

"Eat first beside her? Master~"

"I'm going to beat her first."

"No, no~"

Tally cast a transformation spell, becoming a woman who resembled Krista's appearance but was smaller and more delicate.

She pressed herself against her master's chest.

Her cheeks flushed red.

Her eyes shimmered seductively, her breath fragrant.

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"I swear, okay? I swear I won't make a sound~"

Luo De pinched her soft cheek.

Then he roughly shoved her to the edge of the bed.

"Aaaah~~~"

Tally shrieked with delight, lying face-down on the bed.

She hiked up her thick skirt to her back.

The Banshee Krista dreamed she was on a remote, magic-less island.

The island's inhabitants were short-lived creatures, living only one year, and she was the only Banshee there.

Every time someone died, she would drift in silently, appearing at the funeral, weeping and wailing.

Over time, the residents didn't see her as an omen, as they did in the real world.

Instead, they regarded her as a compassionate death goddess, offering her endless delicacies, sweet treats that never ran out, and endless theatrical performances.

No oppression, no sacrifice—every day brought endless funerals, and the island was filled with happiness.

Krista believed she would live there forever.

Then one day, an earthquake struck.

Accompanying it was strange thunder from the sky—like a woman screaming, or like slapping a belly.

Crack—

Evil, chilling to the bone.

As they say, the rope always snaps at its weakest point.

The violent quake brought a tsunami.

This was an island surrounded by sea on all sides—such a massive wave could destroy it all!

The islanders panicked, huddled together, wailing in despair.

Krista was frantic. Though she hadn't planned to protect them, she didn't want them all to die at once.

After all, she'd never performed a mass funeral wail.

But fate defied her—waves came from all directions, sweeping the villagers away one by one.

Krista could only catch the warm seawater as it crashed against her face.

She knelt helplessly, weeping.

Far off, a wave far larger than any before rose.

Krista stared at the shattered, empty island.

She chose not to resist.

As the wave loomed before her, she opened her arms to welcome it.

The Banshee Krista.

She jolted awake!

Before opening her eyes, a tear slid down her cheek—grieving for the fragile, fleeting dream.

"If only it had been real…"

"Brother-in-law… Brother-in-law!!!"

Thunder cracked!

???

Why was that strange thunder from the dream still echoing?

Huh? Why is my face wet?

Huh? Huh huh huh?

Krista opened her eyes in shock.

Before her was a brutal scene, identical to the bronze dragon footage—but up close, face-to-face!

What met his eyes was the same brutal scene as in the bronze dragon's image, but now in a close-up version right against his face!

The next moment.

A cry of pleasure rang through the cabin.

A joyful cry echoed through the small house.

The wave.

Came crashing forward.

Not just in her dream—but in reality too.

And sweet, carrying the scent of honey.

"Ah, you're awake."

Luo De looked down and saw the Banshee had woken beside his knee.

But she stared blankly at the scene before her.

Mouth half-open, utterly motionless.

With the wet streaks on her face, it was oddly comical.

"Brother-in-law~ Don't mind her!!"

He was about to say more, but the succubus ahead was already urging him urgently.

Luo De didn't care.

It was still early—thunder had sounded, but no rain had fallen yet.

It's still early; the thunder's rolling, but no rain has fallen yet.

Below, Krista sat there, staring blankly through the entire scene.

After a long while.

Tally collapsed, exhausted, lying on the bed's edge.

Luo De hadn't fully satisfied himself, but he felt too awkward to continue.

He pulled on his pants and tossed a clean towel onto Krista, who still wore the same blank expression.

The Banshee jolted awake from the towel hitting her.

She sat up dazedly, holding her hands apart to show a size.

But with a tear-streaked face: "No, Master! I'll die!"

"You won't die. You're fifth-rank—don't underestimate your spiritual resilience."

Luo De was sweating profusely, so he yanked off his shirt, revealing a muscular torso.

Beneath his healthy skin, defined muscles stood out—balanced, not exaggerated, yet clearly powerful.

He frowned and pointed at the living room, now a mess.

"What happened? I'm gone two days and you turn it into this?"

Krista shrank her shoulders, muttering: "I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Hmph. So you figured I'd be gone longer, and you'd just stay here a few days?"

"Oh, so you mean I should leave for a few days while you move in?"

But she didn't dare say it aloud.

As previously mentioned, the Banshee only felt safe inside this ranger's cabin—when the Master was away, she naturally slept here for days, undisturbed.

I already said before that the Banshee only feels safe in this ranger's cabin; since the master is away, she naturally went to sleep peacefully for a few days.

Yet over these two days, she realized it wasn't the cabin itself that gave her a sense of safety.

It was the ranger's cabin with Luo De in it.

"You have until tomorrow to clean this place!"

"Oh."

Luo De kicked her away and lay down, swaying unsteadily.

"Massage my legs, and tell me what you've been doing these past two days."

Clearly, Chris, who had done something wrong, dared not resist.

She obediently took solid form, shaped into a tiny fist, and pounded his thigh one beat at a time.

"Before you attacked that plague mage, didn't I and Little Bond handle a ratman ambush?"

"Yeah, and then."

"They outnumbered us, and I wasn't about to accept that, so I spent these two days tracking down their nest."

(End of Chapter)