I am a female swordsman.

“If the system isn’t lying…” After cleaning up the scraps of paper, Huang Quan’s unfocused eyes scanned the clean desktop. With her delicate, pink fingernails, she easily drew a circle on the surface. “…This proves that the [Sword Master] class follows the same path as the traditional swordsman Liang Yue mentioned. Because of the time it takes to develop, this class—no! It should be said that perhaps all female swordsman classes are not yet fully perfected!”

Because it is incomplete, the knowledge of the [Sword Intent Sequence] is blank.

Is it really?

Actually, Huang Quan has an even simpler and more direct method: just ask. Ask Aunt Midis of the Sword Sect, and you'll definitely get the answer that the sword intent sequence is blank.

"jingle!!"

Huang Quan, who was completely absorbed in thought, raised an eyebrow, her expression turning somewhat strange as she snapped out of her reverie. The sound was the notification tone of a message being received on her phone in this world—a rare sound, as no one in this world would attempt to contact her by phone. Except, of course, Huang Quan's adoptive mother in this world.

My mom messaged me?

Huang Quan's expression was very unnatural, but he quickly regained his expressionless look.

She swiftly switched professions, from [Sword Master] to [Demon Slayer]. Her already crimson pupils intensified, as if solidified from blood.

A colossal phantom of the Demon King, accompanied by gusts of strong wind, quietly emerged behind Huang Quan.

"Take it."

He spun his chair and tossed the phone to Tamos. Huang Quan's meaning was clear: whoever's mess it is, clean it up themselves. Tamos's arm seemed to tremble slightly as he caught the phone, but that was probably just his imagination. How could the Demon King's hand tremble over a small phone?

After a brief standoff, Tamos looked down and opened his phone.

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Solid Contract

"Finished?" The tone was slightly teasing, as if they were simply enjoying watching someone in an awkward situation.

"It's over."

"She didn't eat you alive?" Huang Quan's teasing was tinged with curiosity as he looked at Tamos as if he were appraising some rare species.

"Contractor..."

"Alright, I have no interest in your romance with her." He raised a hand, gesturing to stop the narration. The mocking malice hidden in Huang Quan's crimson eyes forced Tamos to remain silent. Indeed, [Demon King] Tamos was connected to this world, a connection that had been evident since Huang Quan's arrival.

That was truly an incredibly fierce battle.

Her adoptive mother nearly tore her to pieces, and of course, her fierce counterattack from the brink of death also caused considerable trouble for her adoptive mother.

Anyway, Huang Quan frowned as he watched that morbid emotion.

After reaching an agreement, Huang Quan also agreed to one of her adoptive mother's requests: Tamos would receive and reply to her calls and text messages. For a while, as an intermediary, Huang Quan inevitably saw those messages filled with warm greetings to Tamos.

To describe it in detail...

The majority of it expressed a bloodthirsty frenzy, conveying a longing for Tamos, a naked desire to be with him again, a fervent and threatening yearning, and immense anger at Tamos's apparent abrupt departure. Although it's unknown what role Tamos plays in this world, Huang Quan felt the [Demon King] must be incredibly sorrowful.

This led to Huang Quan feeling sorry for Tamos, but having no good way to help him, and could only coldly push his demon away.

Hmm, his own demon. Huang Quan now had doubts about the word "himself."

The burly, mountain-like Tamos was rendered speechless by the contractor's taunts. Using his height advantage, he looked down at the contractor sitting quietly at the table. After a long while, Tamos slowly returned the phone to Huang Quan, his figure gradually fading into nothingness.

"No matter what has happened in the past, we have formed an inseparable pact. My pactmate, you will always be my blade, and I will always be your source."

The echo reverberated throughout the room, causing Huang Quan to involuntarily purse his lips slightly.

Does she look jealous? Even if she did, she wouldn't show it so obviously!

"hope so."

However, the Demon King was able to bring this up himself...

Even without saying it directly, Huang Quan's slightly upturned eyebrows, her beautifully arched brows, and the undisguised satisfaction deep within her bright eyes revealed that she was indeed in a good mood. The personality of a [Demon Contractor] is always so distinct, lacking the absolute self-control of a [Sword Master].

"By the way, what did she want to see you about this time?" Huang Quan asked quickly, almost forgetting the most important thing because he was in a good mood.

"She will come to this city when she has time."

Looking for you is also looking for me.

Tamos's deep, powerful voice instantly ruined Huang Quan's good mood. She really didn't want to see her adoptive mother again!

[Sword Demon], Tiana!

………………

As time passed, Huang Quan, who had locked himself in his room, only appeared at noon to cook for the two little ones, and then never came to the apartment again.

She did not enter the Sword Domain.

Instead, she diligently absorbed the gains from her sword intent, a process that naturally involved practicing calligraphy. Huang Quan wasn't shameless enough to call herself a calligrapher; she was just practicing. Without that sharp edge, her writing would at best be considered pretty, nothing special.

The thick stack of clean white paper slowly diminished.

Instead, the trash can gradually filled with scraps of paper, along with a few pieces of paper with intact handwriting. If handled well enough, the fragile paper, as a vessel for sword intent, could avoid being sliced ​​into pieces. It requires immense patience and falls into the category of meticulous craftsmanship.

Fortunately, Huang Quan is not lacking in patience and time.

Today, the Arad Apartments weren't exactly peaceful. Two energetic little ones were causing a ruckus. Besides them, the other rooms seemed to be getting lively as well. Upstairs, the madman wasn't out mining today, and there was some noise coming from the room of the white-handed uncle. Apparently, there was also some commotion coming from the room of a former gangster's gunman.

After all, they were all in the same apartment building, and Huang Quan's senses were very sharp. Even without deliberately spying, she could get a vague idea of ​​what was happening in each apartment.

Huang Quan became increasingly certain.

The Arad Apartments are full of hidden talents, but she still couldn't understand why these powerful individuals, who were almost indistinguishable from ordinary people, would choose to live a comfortable life here.

Yes, including her Aunt Mytis, who clearly doesn't hide her true nature.

Huang Quan, sitting in her swivel chair, put down her pen and stretched her fingers slightly. Prolonged writing puts a considerable strain on the fingers; even she needs a short rest after long periods of writing. Another minor, but negligible, problem is that years of writing can cause slight deformities in the fingers. This deformity is relative to a swordsman's, and it would create a flaw in the hand, but as long as it doesn't become deformed, it can be corrected.

Because Huang Quan spends far more time holding a sword than he does holding a pen.

Ta-da, ta-da...

Huang Quan, leaning against the chair, almost instantly put away the papers she had written on the moment a figure appeared at the door. These seemingly ordinary papers were imbued with her sword intent, which could easily trigger the sword intent in ordinary people with sensitive minds, leading to their tragic death in the strangulation of the rising sword intent.

Therefore, Huang Quan certainly doesn't want these dangerous items placed on a desk within easy reach of ordinary people.

Destroying it wouldn't be easy in a short time, so she simply put it into her personal space.

Having completed all this in a very short time, Huang Quan finally arrived at the door with a changed expression. With a click, the door opened three-quarters of the way, and Huang Quan, habitually looking straight ahead, didn't immediately see the person knocking. His face darkened, and his gaze shifted downwards, where, sure enough, he saw a small head.

"what's up."

Everyone is more forgiving towards cute little children, and Huang Quan's tone softened a bit.

"Mi, Midis just called and told me she's working late tonight." The implication was that Huang Quan shouldn't cook for her, and should instead look after the two little ones.

Huang Quan nodded slightly. "Yes, I understand."

"Could you... deliver some food to Midis? I don't want to see Midis go hungry... She says your cooking is the best and tastes the most like home."

Chapter Thirty-Three: Food Delivery

Huang Quan's lips twitched very subtly twice.

Midis, what did you say to those two brats? What does it mean to feel like home?

Having habitually remained silent, Alizee interpreted Huang Quan's taciturn attitude as a tacit rejection. The thought that Mitis, who had been so kind and caring to her, wouldn't be able to enjoy a delicious dinner tonight made Alizee rub her eyes in frustration.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

"Wow, you made Alizee cry. You're going to get a scolding when Midis comes back."

The twin-tailed bishop, who had appeared out of nowhere, looked at Huang Quan with schadenfreude. The next moment, Huang Quan's cold eyes shot out sharp daggers, causing Ophelia to instinctively shrink back and obediently lower her head, pretending that nothing had happened.

When a mischievous child sets his sights on a ruthless killer, it will never end well.

"I will bring dinner to Midis tonight."

Huang Quan nodded slightly with a reserved air; she had no habit of lying to children. Her gaze flickered several times, shifting back and forth between Alizee and Ophelia before she finally looked away and closed the door.

I need to deliver food to the catfish tonight.

"Going out while I'm at it, killing two birds with one stone." Taking a walk isn't a bad thing, especially when I urgently need to digest things. With this thought in mind, Huang Quan returned to her desk, ready to continue passing the remaining afternoon. Just as she picked up her pen, a hint of doubt flashed across Huang Quan's serene face.

Her intuition told her that she had overlooked a very obvious fact in this matter.

However, this fact is so insignificant that it is automatically ignored.

How to describe it? It wasn't important and wouldn't cause any harm, but it just made her feel inexplicably annoyed. Huang Quan quickly suppressed this feeling; after all, it wasn't a big deal. As long as it didn't become too serious, ignoring it or tolerating it was something Huang Quan could easily do. That's what she thought…

Dinner time.

As Huang Quan finished packing the lunchbox she had made and prepared to leave, she fell into a long silence as she looked at the two little ones who were also all ready to go.

"We can take care of ourselves!" Ophelia shouted, tightly gripping Alizee's arm before Huang Quan could speak. It was as if raising her voice would make her words more powerful and give her small frame a more confident air.

Mytis didn't restrict Ophelia's freedom by restricting her access to the house. However, she had repeatedly warned the naive and innocent Alizee not to wander off when she wasn't home, lest she be kidnapped, just as Alizee had ended up near Mytis herself.

“I believe that when Mitis returns, he will be happy to tell you what it means to prohibit instigation.”

Here, "you" naturally refers to Ophelia.

Huang Quan easily figured out the little secret between the two children with just a little thought: Ophelia was egging Alizee on to run outside. Whether it was because she found it amusing or simply the free spirit of children, Huang Quan didn't bother to interfere. But Midis was a different story; Ophelia's face visibly paled slightly.

"No making noise, no running around, and... stick close to me, don't get lost."

Pushing up her sunglasses, Huang Quan, dressed in a fashionable outfit, gave the two little ones a cold, aloof smile.

………………

Long, withered white hair, almost lifeless, stands out conspicuously in a crowd. And when the owner of this white hair happens to be a beautiful woman with a dignified air, the attention it draws increases even further.

With two adorable little girls by his side, he attracted even more attention.

On the way to the Midis Company, quite a few self-proclaimed charming men had already tried to strike up a conversation with the aloof and beautiful Miss Huang Quan. Ninety-nine percent of them had the direct intention of developing a relationship beyond friendship with Huang Quan, while the remaining one percent had less pure motives, their eyes glancing more at the two little girls.

Without exception, all of these people were frightened away by the sudden drop in temperature to that of winter around Huang Quan.

In this pleasantly warm season, a sudden drop in temperature to the point where water freezes into ice crystals would be unbearable for any normal person. Speaking of which, Huang Quan's [Sword Intent Sequence] belongs to the [Mind] system, yet it can indirectly achieve some effects of the [Nature] system; it's truly astonishing.

"We're here!! I've been here to preach before!!"

Ophelia pointed to a sign and exclaimed excitedly. She would never forget that she had come here to preach before and been politely asked to leave by the security guards because she was too enthusiastic. Thinking back on it now, that experience was quite embarrassing.

Kanina Foods Group.

"I'll see Mytis soon!" Alizee was overjoyed, her eyes almost overflowing with light. For some reason, just thinking of Mytis warmed Alizee's heart. This warmth filled her with the courage to face everything that had happened, even the cold, vast palace that she feared most.

After explaining the situation, the company's security guards did not seem to intend to cause any trouble.