No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

The several eerie creatures that stitched up the skulls exchanged glances, each seeing deep horror in the other's eyes.

The Elven race... the Moon Forest... just like that, gone? Just because I praised it a few more times?

"Your Majesty," the Skull Stitcher replied cautiously, "this...this is absolutely a feeling for you that goes beyond friendship, and it has already reached...the late stage, an undisguised possessiveness."

"Yeah?"

The beautiful woman seemed somewhat lost in thought. After a moment, she asked a second question.

"What if there were another noble being who was completely obedient to me? I only thought to myself, 'The stars in the sky are so bright,' and without saying a word, He plucked that star down and placed it in front of my door."

"From then on, whatever I wanted, it would appear at my doorstep the next day."

"He never made any demands, nor did he ever speak."

The beauty tilted her head, her expression beneath the white feathers revealing a pure, untainted bewilderment.

"Is...this also love?"

The beautiful woman had a clear voice, but she asked a question that made the audience and the strange crowd feel like their hearts were about to stop.

To pluck...to pluck stars?

Can you get it the day after you've even had the thought?

This is something that humans and monsters could do!?

The skull-stitcher and the other administrators stared at each other, swallowed hard, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded, trembling.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"This is also love."

"However, compared to your friend's undisguised possessiveness... this being's love is perhaps a... more silent, and also a... more absolute love."

"like?"

The beauty seemed unfamiliar with the word. She repeated it softly, and then a trace of sadness, which she herself did not notice, appeared on her face covered with white feathers.

"Why? What do I have that makes me worthy of being loved?" she murmured to herself.

The skull-stitching creatures were several eerie beings, not daring to breathe.

If you answer one word wrong, the hunting game will have to be permanently shut down for maintenance tomorrow.

Reason for maintenance: The venue and the administrator are both gone.

One person, because a friend glanced at someone else, took action to wipe out that person's entire race.

Another, because of a thought of his beloved, plucked a real star from the sky with his bare hands.

Both of these kinds of "love" are far beyond their comprehension.

They couldn't even imagine what kind of being could do such a thing.

And at the center of all this, this stunningly beautiful woman seems... completely unaware.

Viewers in the live stream, the CPU is almost burnt out.

[Holy crap... Holy crap! Miss Elf said earlier that the gods wiped out the first beauty, along with her divine kingdom, because a false god was pursuing her. Now the first beauty is saying that the Lord will pluck stars from the sky for her. The Lord likes her!]

[The Lord has practically written His favoritism all over Heaven, how come she didn't notice?]

So, the one who destroyed the Moon Forest was the princess? And the one who plucked the stars was the "Lord"?!

[The gods favor beauty number one, and beauty number one is completely unaware of her own beauty! Ahhh, what an absolutely sweet... no, what an absolutely devastating sword!]

[I'm totally shipping them! I'm totally shipping them! A high and mighty, formless, taciturn yet incredibly capable protagonist x a beautiful but unaware, aloof, pure, and compassionate goddess! What an amazing couple!]

[Upstairs, stop arguing! I smell a strong scent of knives... One is overflowing with possessiveness, the other is silently protecting, and our beautiful girl is caught in the middle, completely unaware of anything. I'm crying!]

[Actually, I've kept this a secret from everyone for a long time. I've already mentioned it twice before. My angel sister has always been reluctant to officially announce our relationship, sob sob...]

Mu Zhixi, of course, couldn't see any of this; she simply gave herself a high score for her impromptu performance.

A tragic character is always a powerful tool for gaining followers.

She can now guess what the audience is talking about, even if she relies entirely on guesswork.

It's nothing more than a love-hate entanglement of several million words. It would be best to also fill in why the "master" disappeared. She hasn't figured it out yet, so she'd rather save a section of the setting if possible.

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"Is something wrong?...I don't understand." The beauty gently stroked the white feathers, her expression a mixture of noble aloofness and confusion.

"He never taught me."

Him?

Is it "she" who destroyed the Moon Forest, or "He" who plucked stars from the sky for her?

The group of men who stitched up the skulls had a sudden thought, but dared not ask any more questions.

The fact that this person used the word "teach" already speaks volumes.

That being is formless and invisible; no one has ever seen it, nor can anyone define it. But judging from Your Majesty's words, she has spent a very long time with the being, so long that plucking stars from the sky is merely a trivial matter.

What's more troublesome is that Your Majesty genuinely doesn't understand.

When she asked these questions, she was neither shy nor expectant; she was simply seeking confirmation of something unfamiliar to them.

The Skull Stitcher had lived for many years, witnessing players scheme against each other for love, and seeing the bizarre sew their favorite things into their bodies. He originally thought that love was nothing more than possession, devouring, and an unwillingness to let go.

But when it came to the person in front of him, he dared not explain it that way.

That would make them seem low-class, even though they weren't exactly high-class to begin with.

The stage manager subtly nudged the crippled man's elbow.

The craniotomy doctor understood that this was a way of urging him to change the subject.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to freeze again, the skull-stitcher forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and remembered another purpose of his trip.

"Your Majesty," he began cautiously, trying to steer the conversation in a safer direction, "do you know a...moon elf?"