“Is it not okay?”
Flaviel’s rejecting posture made Vieya slowly lower her head, staring at her toes in silence.
She realized she knew far too little about Flaviel’s Demon King nature—especially about Authorities and natural talents. She only vaguely knew that the girl’s abilities seed related to ti and space, but the specifics were unknown.
She only understood one thing: in loli form Flaviel was far easier to bully—easier to pinch, tease, and handle—than in her maiden or mature forms.
But she didn’t know this:
Even though Flaviel claid that all eras of herself shared mories, whenever they interacted, Vieya could clearly feel that Flaviel’s knowledge was completely different in each form.
For example: the golden-haired loli standing on the windowsill right now—her knowledge and mories were almost entirely stuck at the mont just before Flaviel died.
Yet the Flaviel who appeared in her dreams understood most of what had been happening around Vieya recently.
And the Flaviel who appeared atop Mount Aisa made her feel as if this Demon King had never truly died at all—rely a dragon quietly imprisoned in so isolated place, waiting out eternity.
“What are you spacing out about again? Hm... You used to show this expression whenever you were thinking about other won!”
Flaviel suddenly beca alert. She bent her knees, hopped down from the windowsill, and reached the sli-girl in just a few brisk steps. Her golden eyes were full of suspicion.
“Are you still thinking about the... terrible things that my future self did?”
“No.”
Vieya shook her head, pressed her lips together, and said, “I’ll go get a cup to draw so liquid ti for you...”
“Eh, no! Once that thing leaves a special container it’ll evaporate imdiately. Either soak your broken antler in it, or just let drink directly like this.”
“Drink it directly? But the Golden City is huge... If I let it out, I might alarm the whole of Fengxiang Town...”
“Idiot! That golden city is a sub-world-class artifact. Since you’ve signed the contract, you can directly summon its contents! The sa way you summon your Holy Sword—but you can’t let the liquid ti leave your body.”
“...What does that even an?”
“Are you trying to die stupid?”
Flaviel glared at the sli-girl—angry yet helpless. Angry because this fool was still the sa as before—holding high-grade artifacts without knowing how to use them, always rushing everywhere with her broken Holy Sword.
Helpless because she had said it dozens of tis, yet this woman never changed. She’d hear sothing in the morning and forget it by evening, always thinking that everything could be solved by just hitting things.
Flaviel sighed and continued, “Drive 100 milliliters of ti-water from your precious pool. Summon it the way you summon the Holy Sword—make it appear directly in your palm. But don’t let it leave your body.”
“Ohhh! I get it now!”
Vieya suddenly understood. She cupped her hands together, and a small pool of faint golden liquid slowly surfaced in her palms.
“So magical... like I’m sweating...”
“Don’t make it sound disgusting!”
Flaviel licked her lips. One hand held Vieya’s wrist, the other swept her golden hair away from her ear. Standing on tiptoe, she extended her tongue like a kitten and licked the sli-girl’s palm—lapping up that long-yearned-for ti-water.
“You’re tickling my palm... mmh, is it really that delicious?”
“This is like rain after a drought!” Flaviel smiled in pure satisfaction. Only after licking her palm several tis—making sure not a single drop was wasted—did she release her and look into Vieya’s eyes.
“Now, do you still want to hold ?”
Vieya stared blankly at her tingling palm. “Not that much anymore... Hugging doesn’t stimulate as much as you licking my palm just now. Do you need more than 100 milliliters? You can drink more—the pool is huge.”
“Be frugal. This is enough.”
Flaviel hugged the sli-girl tightly, then walked toward the window. Through the fallen leaves in the courtyard, she gazed at the brightly lit distant streets.
“Sigh... I heard humans get more troubled as they grow older. I used to have so, so many worries. But now it’s strange—I barely feel troubled at all. Hah... this kind of beautiful, honest companionship... feels like sothing that only exists in dreams.”
“It’s not that exaggerated, right? I think I’m fairly honest with my friends.” Vieya shook her head, then nodded. “But my troubles have increased, that’s true. Back when I was obsessed with grinding levels, I had no worries. After marrying you, troubles sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain—endless, more and more.”
“I think you enjoy it. Your emotional fluctuations are way bigger when arguing with than when fighting monsters.” Flaviel chuckled {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} lightly.
Vieya nodded. “True. Especially when I can’t win an argunt against big-form Demon King you—I like to co bully loli-you to regain my dignity.”
“Then you’re really a scoundrel.” Flaviel nodded as well. After a pause, she added quietly,
“But that’s all fine. After all, I’m used to it. These are rely obstacles on my destined path to defeating the Hero.”
When she said that last sentence, her expression was calm yet brimming with spirit—her golden eyes glowing as if defeating the Hero and unifying the world truly was the great life goal of her dragonhood.
Vieya spread her hands indifferently. Goals, ideals—those things belonged to her past. People say flowers may bloom again, but humans do not get to be young twice. Yet what she once liked, she still liked. What she once disliked—well, her tolerance seed higher now.
Just like her body: ever since becoming a sli-girl, her endurance had grown too. Even if she overused herself and got flattened, she could recover quickly—no need to pay with her lifespan.
Back when she was a Hero with transcendent power, her lifespan was much shorter than a normal person’s. Every use of her Authority would shave away a portion of her lifespan—making an already short human life even shorter.
So Vieya rarely used it, preferring to crush foes with extre physical attributes and flawless swordsmanship.
But now, as a sli-girl, she only paid mana as the price. At worst she’d just have to endure the pain of two opposing forces clashing violently inside her.
So the sli-girl thought.
Her endurance was stronger now—but she still felt annoyed by Flaviel’s earlier words.
So Vieya quietly moved behind the golden-haired loli as she stared out the window. Without a sound, she reached out and pressed her palm onto Flaviel’s head, rubbing her hair vigorously.
When she played gas in her past life, she loved patting enemies’ heads—so now the gesture still carried a sense of punishnt, as if to say: You little brat, talking big again!
But Flaviel only glanced at her faintly, then continued gazing out the window—completely unfazed.
Her long golden hair felt unbelievably smooth—like top-quality silk, carrying a faint warmth. But after patting a few tis, Vieya beca greedy, letting her mischievous hand wander to other places.
“We ca here before, right? Back when you were still the Hero.” Flaviel nodded toward the street across from them, completely accustod to the sli-girl’s bold little hand. But when the cool hand slid under her clothes, she still frowned slightly, her ears flushing red.
Vieya’s gaze also followed Flaviel’s gesture. The buildings across the street were decades old, but all the lights were off—hard to see clearly.
But yes—they had visited this town before, so they must have walked that street many tis.
“It’s been too many years—I don’t rember.” Vieya said.
“I see... then let’s rest early? You still need to go to Jasmine’s Academy tomorrow to handle that pink-haired little girl’s situation.” Flaviel said softly.
“Then we sleep together?”
Before the golden-haired Demon King could answer, Vieya—taking advantage of her new three-or-four-centiter height advantage—lifted her up directly and carried her happily toward the large bed.
In her arms, Flaviel said nothing and stayed obedient, but her skin grew warr and warr—tickling the heart.
......
anwhile.
In another bedroom.
Jasmine sighed again. She still couldn’t sleep. Using the moonlight, she looked at her pink-haired classmate sleeping on the floorbed.
Yup—sleeping as peacefully as a pig.
“Sigh... I wonder if Mom will feel uncomfortable sleeping without .” Jasmine whispered internally. “Mom always likes to hold sothing when she sleeps... And I didn’t see that dangerous golden woman today, so Mom was acting normal.”
Thinking this, Jasmine tilted her head to listen to the noises from the adjacent room. Hearing nothing unusual, her heart finally relaxed.
“Phew... I guess I was overthinking. Sweet dreams, Mom...”
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