I will never give in to Miss Death

Come to think of it, Yin Xiamo seems to be my "mother" or "creator" to some extent?

At least the body is.

It is now certain that what she said before, that "it consumed 99,999 years of magical power", was made up, but I do not deny that she spent a great deal of energy in "creating" this body.

So when Yin Xiamo hugged me, did she have that kind of feeling... the kind of feeling that one would carefully protect as the daughter that she created with her own hands?

"..."

With this mood, I fell asleep as usual, in the cool air conditioning and someone's warm embrace.

“Hiss—”

"..."

By the way, the voice actor of the little princess in "Goodnight in the Demon King's Castle" seems to be Minase Inori, who is the same voice actor as Kafu Chino in "Is the Order a Rabbit?" and Rem in "Re0: Life in a Different World from Zero".

Recently, with the popularity of the promotional video of the Maid Cat Cafe in Kyoto, my number of fans has increased rapidly. Many people who have been to the cafe have left messages saying that my voice is very similar to Chino, and I look like Chino, but I am wearing Rem's maid outfit. But Rem also has the same voice, so this is a perfect fusion of the characters.

What frustrates me the most is that after I became popular, my QQ receives a lot of friend invitations every day.

It’s easy to deal with harassing messages like “Want to make a date?” “How much?”, or like “Are you interested in joining our professional Cosplay team?”, “I’m a professional photographer, do you want me to do a photo album?” I’ll just reject them directly. I’m just afraid of encountering those web editors who are “poaching people for novels” and undercover bombers who are waiting to explode their groups if I touch someone’s cake.

Now is the era of mobile phone and computer entertainment. Many capitalists want to get a piece of the pie in the fields of novels, comics, and animation. Miguabao is a relatively large novel website. There are countless novel websites under Miguabao. If a company with a certain amount of capital opens a novel website, it can use software to attract traffic from the main site. However, if the owner of the website does not have a good means of attracting traffic, it will be very difficult - the website has just been opened, there are no authors, no readers, how to develop? How to operate?

There is no other way but to hire a few "web editors", that is, network editors, to recruit authors from all over the place to write books. Generally, websites like this that actively recruit authors to fill up the library are not well-known, and authors can only fend for themselves after signing the contract, without any income.

I was once asked by an editor of a small website to fill up the library, and I wrote for half a year without getting a penny, so I have a very deep impression of this kind of thing.

Similarly, being an undercover agent in a QQ group is also a headache. There are people who don’t read your novels but want to join the group to cause trouble. You never know when you will wake up and find that the group is gone.

Half a year ago, Elodie had "trained" us authors on similar things. For example, it is best to put the reader group in the content of the novel, or in the shelf part, so that there will be less harassment and bad guys can't find it. Most web editors or some self-media marketing accounts want to find people and go directly to your book comment section. If an author posts his novel to the comment section of a QQ group, they can easily get in and contact the group owner. They can even send a temporary message without adding the author as a friend. Then the author will see that the person is from the group and is my reader, so he will take time to read it no matter how busy he is.

I don't know how those people who had previously "exposed" me were promoting my business these past two days, but the number of my readership has doubled. The originally good readership has directly turned into a "fan group". Everyone in the group is discussing what clothes Nuoer should wear, how cute her voice is, and then frantically sending out photos that they took in the coffee shop these days.

There were artists who helped with simple sketches, photo-editing experts who did all kinds of photo-editing, and others who gave advice on what activities the coffee shop should host. Anyway, everything was "hot", and even the book I wrote became popular. Many people were discussing why the plot was so hardcore but the author was a cute girl. I didn't know whether this situation was good or bad, so I could only let it take its course.

……

[Is there really no solution? ]

In my dream, I dreamed that I seemed to have turned into a cold little devil, standing in a forest full of lush green leaves and towering vines, full of the breath of life.

[The Tree of Life is not a god and cannot transcend the laws of the world, dear]

In my hazy vision, I saw several elves.

Pointed ears, long emerald green hair and eyes, barefoot, sitting on the big tree in front.

Some of these beautiful and elegant elves are not wearing clothes, some just use green skirts to wrap the key parts of the body, and some hold harps in their hands, as if they have perfectly blended into the forest behind them, giving people a feeling of "nature's darlings".

[I have used the magic of the Age of Gods to preserve his body. The Spirit Tree is known as the origin of life. I think there should be some way.]

[My dear, I understand your feelings about losing your lover, but it is obvious that his soul has dissipated. The Tree of Life cannot see the soul.]

A girl-sized elf jumped down from the tree.

[We will never forget the help you gave to the Forest of Elves, but the power of the Tree of Life is limited, and we cannot resurrect the dead.]

[Even the undead magic that the elves hate the most is not allowed. If you want to save him, it would be a rebellion against the laws of the entire world.]

[Is it necessary to use forbidden magic? ]

[No one has ever succeeded with that thing in history. You...child, please accept my condolences.]

[Our Elf King will be back in a month. She seems to have some knowledge of forbidden magic. Before that, maybe you can try to use the Fountain of Life near the Elf Tree.]

[Is it okay? ]

[The Fountain of Life is extremely important to us elves, but if it is the Brave Lord... it doesn't matter.]

【…】

In a daze, I dreamed that I carried someone into a pool of clear spring water.

[I told you a long time ago, let's leave that place together, run far away, and live an ordinary life... Isn't that good? ]

After placing that person in the pool in front of me, I whispered:

[I am not one of those noble princesses. My wish is very simple. I just want to be with my beloved and live a simple and ordinary life every day... I will be happy.]

[You are always used to taking a lot of responsibilities on yourself and never willing to take even a step back]

As we were talking, a steady stream of rain began to fall from the sky above our heads.

"I" walked to a small pond on the side, and used the short knife behind me to cut off a "lotus leaf"-shaped umbrella handle, took it in my hand, and held up an "umbrella" for the person by the water.

[If I hadn’t asked your friends, I would never have known that you had shouldered so much for me]

[Indeed, sometimes I wonder how good it would be if I didn’t know anything]

[Then I can leave you behind without hesitation, return to my kingdom, become the king of the demons, and enjoy all the luxuries.]

[Please don’t let me find you in any other world. If I do that, I will definitely… do the same thing you did to me before.]

In the rain, "I" just stood there holding a lotus leaf umbrella.

One day, two days, three days, ten days, half a month, one month.

Standing still, he quietly looked at the figure in the water in front of him.

[Sleep well in your favorite Elf Forest. No one will betray you here.]

[I am alone again...]

【…】

"..."

……

Sunday morning was as quiet and peaceful as the previous days.

"Ugh-"

I sat up on the small bed and had a good sleep. I felt as if I had had another incredible dream and stretched myself lazily.

Yin Xiamo beside him had disappeared, but he could vaguely hear the sound of fire and the clatter of pots and pans coming from the direction of the kitchen outside.

I habitually pulled up the rabbit-strap nightgown that had fallen to the side, jumped out of bed yawning, and went straight to the kitchen.

As expected, Yin Xiamo got up early today and made breakfast just like yesterday.

"What's it this time?"

I opened my hazy eyes and asked, "Grains?"

"At the moment I only know taro, sweet potato, corn and eggs."

The girl in the apron in the kitchen looked embarrassed: "This one is easier, just put it in, uh... add water, then cover it with a lid, turn on the fire and wait for ten minutes."

"Oh……"

I thought, "So you've overcome that... cooking fear?"

"This isn't cooking at all, it's just simple boiling..."

Yin Xiamo pushed me out of the kitchen and closed the door with a clatter. "Okay, okay, there are still three minutes left. Go wash your face first."

"Anyway, being able to cook is a good thing. It's progress."

I nodded: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Although the fact is just as Yin Xiamo said, this kind of breakfast that only needs to be "cooked" is very simple and does not require any technical content, but in fact her level is not even at the "entry" level.

Yesterday Yin Xiamo made me the same "breakfast". It was edible, after all, it is edible as long as it is not overcooked. But I couldn't say much about the appearance of the corn, sweet potato and eggs made by Yin Xiamo.

First of all, there is corn. I bought the corn at the free market downstairs these days. When I bought it, the old lady simply helped us remove the corn husks. Many of the silks inside were not processed. Yin Xiamo just threw the corn in.

The second thing was the sweet potatoes. Yin Xiamo did not wash them at all when cooking them. Some of the sweet potatoes had just been dug out of the ground and were covered in mud. When she threw them into the pot, it was almost like stewing "mud water", and the whole pot was grey.

Finally, it was the eggs. There was no problem boiling the eggs normally, but for some reason, Yin Xiamo waited until the water in the pot boiled before throwing the eggs in. The eggs were stored at a very low temperature in the refrigerator, while the boiling temperature of water was very high. If she threw the eggs in and cooked them for just a few seconds, the eggshells would break, and a lot of the egg white and yolk would fall out, turning them into "cracked eggs".

So you can imagine the scene, right? The sweet potatoes with mud are thrown into the pot and boiled, the mud melts and blends into the water, and then eggs are thrown in, and the egg white is used to dye it light yellow, and finally the corn with uncut beards falls out and mixes with the muddy water...

Theoretically, this breakfast is edible, but it doesn't look very good.

There was not much egg yolk left, the egg white was all gray, the beautiful yellow grains of corn turned dark yellow, and the sweet potatoes that needed to be peeled became the most normal food inside.

Of course, I ended up washing and eating all the breakfast that Yin Xiamo made yesterday.

——Anyway, after high-temperature sterilization at 100 degrees for more than ten minutes, the worst that can happen is that it will be a little ugly and have a little more dirt, but you can still eat it after washing it... maybe?

After the routine washing, I opened the balcony door and took out the clothes I needed to change for today.

Then my eyes were attracted to the clothes and bedding on the balcony where Yin Xiamo had washed the whole night before.

The balcony of Elodie's house is a large wide-angle balcony. The left side faces the place where the sun rises in the east. At this time of year, the sun just reveals a tiny glimmer below the horizon, which is full of hope.

In addition, there are many flowers and plants planted on the balcony, including roses, bougainvillea, strawberry and grape seedlings, and each flower pot is well maintained and full of greenery.

With the rising sun in the east, and looking at the flowers and plants around me and the clean clothes above my head, at that moment I suddenly felt that "this should be the life she wants."

I went up to the pot of grape seedlings and watched as the small grape vine split into three branches, each of which was trying hard to climb up the fence.

A jasmine tree has bloomed and is emitting a refreshing fragrance.

In the past few years when I was away, would she get up every morning, water the flowers and plants alone...silently, and then stare at the rising sun over the horizon in a daze?

If one follows his own guess about "time travel", this would be even more heartbreaking. Yin Xiamo had cultivated these flowers countless times by herself and watched the sun rise countless times, just to let her beloved girl live in this house...

Then he gave up this "hope" countless times, leaving behind the flowers he had cultivated and walked away.

"..."

"Well……"

Stop thinking too much. Maybe Yin Xiamo is very strong and she just doesn’t know how to come to Earth. The so-called time travel is just my guess.

With this mood, I took my clothes back to the room and put them on.

"Did you wash the sweet potatoes when you cooked them today?"

Then, seeing Yin Xiamo in an apron holding a plate, I joked, "I don't want to eat mud eggs again."

"Do not worry."

Putting the plate on the table, Yin Xiamo looked very proud: "This time I deliberately got up ten minutes earlier, cooked the corn and eggs first, and then put the taro and sweet potato in later."

Wow, this is possible.

"good."

Although I was somewhat speechless about Yin Xiamo's handling of the matter, I still praised her: "Master Xiamo is awesome!"

No matter what, if someone is willing to let go of me after hugging me all night and takes the time to get up and help make breakfast, no matter whether it is delicious or not, I have to express my gratitude, because this is respect for people.

"Hey hey hey..."

Sure enough, Yin Xiamo blushed immediately after receiving my praise: "Um...you didn't dream of anything weird last night, did you?"

"what?"

I peeled the eggs and asked curiously, "What do you mean by strange things?"

I did have a dream last night, but I can't remember what it was like.

Just like most dreams, I forget them as soon as I wake up.

I just barely remember that this dream should be related to the elements of "elves", "tree of life" and "fountain of life".

Since the body that Yin Xiamo created for me contains the genes of an elf, it is understandable that I would dream about those things.

"Nothing, nothing."

Seeing my confused expression, Yin Xiamo seemed to relax a lot. She put a corn in my bowl and said, "Come and see if my cooking skills have improved!"

"How can this be considered cooking?"

"It counts. After all, I was able to burn clams before!"

"Why can you say that so proudly?"

"..."

After a lively breakfast, Yin Xiamo and I, as usual, held hands and walked along the path outside the community, crossed the deserted streets, and came to the highest point next to the Shenbin River, which is also the location of the coffee shop.

“The coconut trees seem to be alive.”