Chapter 1029: Reward for Defeating the Demon

After Sir Pu Li Xia walked away, Lu Lu Weiya, wrapped in a brown ladies' coat and wool scarf, emerged from the darkness in the shadow across the road:

"Xia De's guess about the angel bloodline is actually true, and he can actually use this means to forcibly stimulate bloodline power?"

The purple-eyed girl thought in her heart, and looked up at the traces of red butterflies in the starry sky above her head, knowing that Xia De had probably left this area:

"The demon matter seems to be over, Duo Luo Qian should move out of 6 Saint-De-Lan Square soon."

Thinking of this, her mood was quite good. She knew that Xia De had a hard time fighting the demon last night, so she planned to go to Saint-De-Lan Square tomorrow to see Xia De's situation.

But she stopped after walking two steps along the snowy street, because the gray stone angel statue was parked not far ahead.

Snow fell on her shoulders but did not melt. Lu Lu Weiya looked at the statue not far away and reached into her pocket. As a prophet, when she encountered danger, the first thing she thought of was not "fight or run" like Xia De; she usually would throw a coin first to observe fate.

"Do you repent?"

But before Lu Lu Weiya could take out the coin, the overlapping echoing voice entered her ears. She hesitated slightly, looking at the statue, and after confirming that there was only herself on this snowy street, she asked suspiciously:

"Repent for what?"

The street lamp let Lu Lu Weiya's shadow fall long on the snow, and vaguely, another mature purple-eyed girl appeared behind her, but she was completely unaware.

【Weeping Angel】 did not advance, but the circular stone base slid toward the rear along the street. The sound of stone rubbing against stone made people feel particularly annoyed:

"You are not worth being exiled to the end of time, cursed one; your sins can be forgiven by no one."

The angel statue vanished from the street, leaving only falling snow, drifting down like goose feathers; the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

"What does that mean?"

Luvia was still puzzled, and flipping a coin didn't divine anything either.

That transparent and illusory figure now stretched out her arms to wrap around her neck, two almost identical faces pressed tightly together. On that mature face, there was an unresolvable worry.

On the other side, Xia De had already jogged from the Southern District of Tobesk, passing through the University District, and returned to St. Deran Square.

The sound of the door opening first brought Little Mia, who was bouncing down the stairs. Miss Writer appeared at the stair corner a step late, but did not see Xia De's figure:

"Hmm? Xia De?"

Little Mia was bouncing on the stone statue on the side of the foyer. The statue was so well-integrated into the foyer's environment that Dorothy thought it had been there originally and subconsciously ignored it.

She walked out of the open door, looking at the snowy square, but also did not see Xia De's trace. Just as she was frowning and wanting to call out again, Xia De's voice came from behind her:

"I'm here."

Dorothy turned around, only to see Xia De transform back into a real person from the appearance of the statue.

"Can you not be so childish?"

She said chidingly, turned to close the door, and then gently hugged him, forcing the cat that was originally in Xia De's arms to jump onto his shoulder.

"The demon matter is resolved!"

Xia De hugged Dorothy and said happily.

"Yes, Laxiaya has already told me."

Dorothy smiled, tapped her own head, and kissed Xia De on the cheek:

"But what did you do tonight? She seems very worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm completely normal."

The two walked up the stairs together:

"Help me prepare a glass of water, there are still things to do."

A teacup filled with water was placed in the empty Room 2 on the second floor. Dorothy waited in Room 1 for the time being. Xia De sat on the floor of Room 2, holding the cat and looking at the cup of water.

They faced the window of the Room 2 living room, moonlight spilling onto the floor, and outside was the drifting heavy snow:

"Ahem."

Xia De cleared his throat and told a joke about a cat:

"What is the difference between Little Mia and a monkey?"

He asked the cat squatting on his lap. The cat stared at him suspiciously with big eyes.

"The difference is that Little Mia cannot walk using only two hind legs."

Mia changed her squatting posture, lowering her head to stare at her little paws.

"What is the difference between Little Mia and a dog?"

Xia De asked again, then smiled and said:

"The difference is that Little Mia cannot make a dog's bark."

The cat meowed a few times.

"Then what is the difference between Little Mia and me?"

Xia De asked finally. The cat's tail moved up and down, looking very flexible, so Xia De grabbed that cat tail:

"The difference is that Little Mia cannot grab this tail."

"Meow~"

The cat used its paws to pry open Xia De's hand and became interested in its own tail. It stared at the tail as if fighting a worm, then chased its tail in circles on the spot, making Xia De laugh again.

"Actually, this isn't funny."

A sound came from the teacup. Xia De looked at the water. The Sage-level relic 【Prank Boy】, which had appeared on the surface of the lake in Regent's Park, appeared in the reflection on the water:

"However, you did defeat the demon, I admit that. So, what gift do you need?"

The boy asked. Xia De immediately shook his head:

"I don't want anything."

"Yes, yes, clearly wanting everything, yet saying nothing."

The boy mocked. The blue teardrop-shaped form fell into the teacup with a "plop," lying quietly at the bottom of the liquid:

"However, I am still very happy not to see those witches this time. That group of crazy women, even in the 6th Era, are still so annoying. Flesh and soul sacrifices, being a bit crude is one thing, but gold and silver sacrifices—they have never once been able to produce real gold and silver!"

He looked particularly angry. Xia De felt that Miss Galina and Miss Sylvia probably didn't do it on purpose; the two great witches probably just found the corresponding steps from the Council's records.

After complaining about the witches, the malicious boy in the teacup reflection looked at Xia De again:

"Although I now follow the footsteps of the 【Secret Keeper】, in the very distant past, I was also a follower of the 【Creator of Innocence】, and I also once envied the radiance of that Old God."

"So..."

Xia De raised an eyebrow, and the boy laughed:

"Since you have also received the grace of that God, why don't I give you some extra rewards as compensation for your quick and beautiful defeat of the demon."

As he spoke, his right hand pointed at Xia De like a pistol:

"Bang!"

While the sound came from his mouth, a gunshot actually occurred. Mia was startled, and Xia De subconsciously dodged to the side, then felt something graze his cheek.

"Xia De, why was there a gunshot?"

Dorothy burst in through the door connecting Room 1 and Room 2 from the wall, seeing Xia De's hand pressed back on the floor to support his body. He touched his face with slight surprise, finding an ink mark on it, and then looked at the wall behind him; a blob of ink had appeared on the freshly painted white wall.

What was shot just now wasn't a bullet at all, but a blob of ink.

The figure of the Prank Boy in the teacup had vanished. The startled cat dove into Xia De's arms. He reached out to fish the 【Sage's Stone】 out of the teacup, then stood up half-complaining:

"Truly the Prank Boy."

"Go wash your face quickly."

Dorothy said with a smile:

"You better pray that this ink mark can be easily washed off; I don't want to peel off your face and then help you heal."

Only the cat held by Xia De tilted its head to look at the ink mark on the wall, illuminated by the faint moonlight; it was exceptionally familiar with that position.

The ink mark on his face was easily washed off, which made Xia De breathe a sigh of relief. As for the ink mark on the wall, brushing it with paint or covering it with a picture frame or oil painting would work; it wasn't too big of a problem.

And when Xia De came out of the washroom, he was hugged head-on by the blonde girl.

The lights in the living room had been turned off at some point, with only the fire jumping in the fireplace. The blonde girl's body was so soft; she hugged Xia De's head and pressed him against her chest:

"Oh, Laxiaya!"

The Princess, who had completed the soul swap with Dorothy at some point, had already made the bed in front of the fireplace:

"This is the reward for you defeating the demon and rescuing the princess."

The fireplace light cast the shadows of the two entangled figures onto the wall.

(Little Mia is running...)

Dorothy was invited to live in Xia De's home because of the demon's threat. And on the new Monday when the demon had already been exorcised, Dorothy, who woke up with Xia De in front of the fireplace, took the initiative to propose moving back to her own apartment:

"Feather Pen Street is very close to the publishing house and the newspaper office, and the writers' club I often go to is also there, and..."

The girl in a corset looked chidingly at the yawning Xia De:

"If I don't move out, what will Laxiaya and Luvia think of me... help me."

She turned around:

"Laxiaya is really something, why be so excited last night. I was sleeping soundly in her bedroom in the middle of the night, and was swapped back by her in an instant. If she herself... then don't... Xia De, if this continues, a single sorceress won't be able to handle you. You can't keep holding the 【Leaf of Youth】 every time, that really affects kissing..."

She said chidingly, but in fact, there was a faint smile on her face with her back to Xia De.

Xia De couldn't make any comments on this, and could only wave his hand to make the fire in the fireplace more vigorous. The snow that started last night was still falling, and getting heavier. Looking out the window in the early morning, the snowflakes connected into sheets like cotton pouring toward the ground. It was already the ninth day of the Month of Slumber, and according to Tobesk's climate, the coldest period of the year was about to arrive.

"Speaking of which, this Wednesday afternoon, the third Day of the Red Butterfly is coming again."

The blonde girl mentioned this matter as if unintentionally. The last Day of the Red Butterfly started from the wedding on Tuesday afternoon of the 19th of the Month of Frost, and ended at noon on the 20th. Calculating the time, 21 days later, it was exactly this Wednesday.