Teresa won't starve

"Wait! What the hell is Princess Teresa? I can only be regarded as a Valkyrie at most, and I have nothing to do with the princess!"

"Eh!? Don't you know?" Natasha looked a little surprised. She didn't seem to expect that Teresa didn't know about it: "I thought you knew."

"...Can you make your words clearer, I'm a little dizzy."

"Okay. Actually, the matter is very simple." Seeing that Theresa didn't look like she was talking, Natasha knew that she really didn't understand what she was talking about: "I thought the one named by Theresa Man, he is a person who likes to read storybooks."

"The name Teresa is my own, and I don't like reading storybooks myself."

I read a lot of novels.

"Hey!!!"

The former one just surprised Natasha, but the latter one shocked Natasha.

It turns out that the name 'Teresa' was given by herself, so what was her original name?

481 "The truth is close at hand"

"Let's not talk about this now." Teresa didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long, so she directly asked her why: "What did you mean by what you just said? What does naming me have to do with whether you like to read stories or not?" ?”

"Ah? Oh, this is actually because the name 'Theresa' is so rare, I only saw it in one story book. So when I heard the name of Theresa, I thought of the one I had read before. That storybook."

"So, what's the name of that storybook? Who is the author?"

When she asked this question, Teresa wondered—is the name 'De Lisa' so rare?

At least she knew that 'Phantom Ji' was also called 'De Lisa'. (Note)

"It's called "Princess"! As for the author... Speaking of this." Natasha gave Theresa a strange look: "You must not think that the author of this book is named Theresa , full name is 'Theresa Apocalypse'. That person shouldn't be you?"

"Maybe it's me."

"..."

Natasha looked at Teresa calmly for a while, and denied it without waiting for Teresa to say something: "Don't make such a joke. The author himself is a writer of the same era as Miss Kafka, and even if he is still alive, he is an old man. You can only be regarded as an underage girl at best."

"Winnie Franz Kafka?"

Listening to the unfamiliar full name, Natasha replied uncertainly: "Probably... right. How did you know her full name?"

Natasha's understanding of Miss Kafka is only: beautiful girl writer, surnamed Kafka, and then gone.

Because even Miss Kafka's writings only write the surname 'Kafka'.

"About this!" Teresa spoke the truth without much hesitation: "Because I know her!"

"...It's fine if you don't want to say it."

Although Natasha didn't understand why Teresa had lied to herself, she just felt that Teresa was lying, because this kind of thing was impossible no matter how she thought about it.

As for why?

"I want to ask a question." Teresa suddenly wanted to know the current situation of Kafka's sister, and she didn't know how many years had passed, how she is now, whether she is alive or: "How much do you know about Kafka and Miss?"

"It's not a lot, until some life, and her final ending."

"The ending..." Hearing this uncomfortable description, Teresa's speech was a little fluent: "Then, is she, still, alive?"

"It's not easy for me to say."

"It's hard to say..."

"Hmm..." Natasha thought for a while, and could only tell the part she knew: "The last record about Kafka is that she suddenly disappeared in her office one day. As for how she disappeared and where she went, no one knows. There is no way to determine whether she is still alive or died in some unknown corner."

"That's it!"

At least being missing doesn't mean he's dead, which made Teresa a little happier.

Natasha frowned and looked at her: "What's wrong with you? Your mood fluctuates."

"It's nothing, I just care about the people I care about."

"yes."

Although she really wanted to know, Natasha didn't ask.

She could only guess that Miss Kafka might be an elder or distant relative of Teresa's family. Even if Teresa had never watched "Princess", she would have some impression of the name 'Theresa'.

Then Teresa will name herself this name later, but it makes sense if she doesn't know about "Princess".

Of course, there are obvious doubts.

That is, in the description of Miss Kafka's life, one of them mentioned that Miss Kafka's hair was purple, how could her descendants have silver hair?

And Teresa's appearance is too in line with the image in the story.

If you think about it this way, Teresa is simply the prototype of the protagonist in the story.

482 "Hazy"

But this is obviously impossible.

Because those who can be used as prototypes must be people of the same era as Miss Kafka.Otherwise, you can imagine it out of thin air without even seeing it... Can it really be described in words, so that people will think of it when they first see Theresa?

So Natasha guessed that it was most likely the elders of Teresa's family.

It can be said that it is very common for younger generations to inherit the appearance of their elders.

Like Natasha, although not as mature and attractive as her mother, but the hair and eye color are exactly the same.

Only in this way, Teresa may not be a direct descendant of Miss Kafka, but more like a descendant of a friend.

I just don't know if the two 'senior' are friends or not?

Natasha was very curious about this, and wanted to get the truth from Teresa. The beautiful purple pupils were about to overflow with gossip.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just think—" Natasha said to Teresa meaningfully: "Maybe Teresa's childhood would be very interesting."

"My childhood?"

The memory of the era in which Theresa originally lived has become meaningless here.

Not to mention the real world, it has only been a few days, and the time she spent in the Honkai dungeon is calculated on a yearly basis. After a long time, no matter how good her memory is, she still slowly forgets those unimportant memories.

Only those pasts that are unforgettable enough have not disappeared under the scouring of time.

But even that has become blurred.

It's like she can't remember any other names other than 'Theresa'.

Of course, what Natasha is referring to at this time is definitely not this matter, but the first few years that Teresa experienced as "Theresa".

Even though Teresa was 12 from the start, childhood shouldn't exist.

But if it exists, it must be—

"Actually, it's just that there are endless trainings to be done every day, endless mountains to climb, and all kinds of harsh environments to survive in the wild..." Teresa thought of Hehua, that is, Chiyuan who has not yet become a fairy, and MEI when she was still alive, and the time they spent together.

That was also the most ignorant and ignorant stage when she first came to this world.

If it weren't for the experience of that period of time, so many stories later would not have happened.

......

"Hey Hey hey!"

Feeling her shoulders being shaken, Teresa opened her eyelids that were stuck together, and looked at Natasha, who was a little upset, with a confused expression: "What, what's wrong?"

"You still ask me what's wrong? You should continue to talk!"

"Say? Say what?"

"You—forget it, you go on sleeping."

"Oh."

Then Teresa closed her eyes again, and fell asleep after a while.Its speed was so fast that Natasha almost laughed out loud.

Shaking his head, he climbed out of bed.

He hugged Teresa's legs and turned her around so that she could lie down a little more comfortably.

Only then did Natasha lie sideways on the vacant seat beside her, looking at her round, fleshy snow-white cheeks, she inexplicably thought of a kind of pasta that could only be bought in China.

Although that kind of pasta has no taste, people who see it can't help but want to take a bite.

Chu——

"!?"

Natasha didn't realize what she had done until her lips and tongue touched the tasteless but smooth, soft and elastic cheek.

She was at a loss and pulled her head away for a while, staring blankly at the side face who was still asleep and didn't know what happened just now.

Fingers involuntarily put on the lips, gently rubbing...

483 "Writing Bengwen in the collapsed world?"

Fortunately, the confinement was only a matter of one day, not to mention that they were released by Cocolia before the time came. It can only be said that Cocolia is still too soft-hearted.

This is actually nothing.

It's just that Teresa is very strange-why does her face feel wet when she wakes up?

But until the end, she didn't find the reason, so she could only let this matter come to an end for the time being.

......

The next morning was the start of a boring routine that hadn't changed a bit.

Originally, Teresa wanted to continue to waste her life as usual and be a useless fish that did not make any contribution to the world (Note).

As a result, before she started, she saw Natasha bring her a thick notebook, a dipped pen and special ink, which meant—ah no, she said directly: "Theresa, come and try to write an interesting story!"

"Why would I do such a thing?"

"Hey! What's your attitude? I'm looking for something to do for you. Don't you think it's boring to stay here all day?"

"I also know that being in a daze is boring, but at least... I would rather be in a daze than kill brain cells."

"There you go! Come on! Give me! Write! Write!"

Without any explanation, Natasha stuffed the pen into her hand, straightened her posture, and assumed the posture of an examiner, supervising her from the sidelines.

"..."

Teresa stopped talking, just stared at her, trying to force her to back down.

"..."

Natasha also didn't answer, but just gestured to look at the notebook with her eyes, don't just look at herself, no matter how much you look at it, no flowers will grow.

So the two little lolitas started an eye war without gunpowder. (Note)

......

In the end, Teresa chose to back down.

Because if it continues, Natasha's eyes should be sore; with the mentality that she shouldn't bully a patient who is not in good health because of her good health, Teresa feels that she should be a little humble.

So I turned my head 45 degrees to the left and kept that position for a long time. I picked up the pen and looked at the blank notebook, but I couldn't produce any ink in my mind.

A pen cannot write without ink!

Teresa, whose mind was completely blank, put the end of the pen into her mouth, and subconsciously bit down hard——

"Why do you still have the habit of biting the tip of the pen?" Natasha frowned and pulled the pen out, and wiped off the saliva on it with a look of disgust, before returning it to Teresa: "Okay, don't Bite again!"

"......Oh."

It may be that she has never picked up a pen to write, and Teresa almost forgot that she likes to bite the tip of her pen.

Speaking of this matter, it can actually be regarded as a legacy of history (childhood).

Generally speaking, Teresa just changed her teeth at that time, so it would be very comfortable to bite the tip of the pen with her teeth.

It's just that after a long time like this, when the teeth have been replaced, she is almost used to the feeling of biting the pen with her teeth, even if she knows it is not good, she can't change it.

Because that's already part of the instinct.