I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

"Okay, don't be angry."

Gu Ye knew she was just being stubborn, so he softened his tone, "It's my fault for making you wait so long. Tell me, how do you want me to make it up to you?"

Upon hearing this, Medea's eyes immediately lit up.

She turned her head, her face no longer showing any sign of grievance, but instead displaying a cunning and dangerous smile.

"That's what you said."

She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light in the moonlight. "My standards are quite high, you know."

"It's all up to you."

Seeing her like this, Gu Ye felt a sense of relief.

"very good."

Medea nodded in satisfaction. She jumped off the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and then beckoned to Gu Ye with her finger.

"follow me."

Her voice was filled with a mysterious allure, “I’ll take you to a nice place, a place… where you can properly ‘make it up’ to me.”

She took Gu Ye's hand and led him out of the room without saying a word, heading towards the door leading to the basement.

Gu Ye had always thought that the basement of the villa was just an ordinary storage room for miscellaneous items.

But when Medea pushed open the door and pulled him down the steps, the sight before him completely stunned him.

This is not a cramped basement at all.

An incredibly vast space unfolded before him, its dome so high that its end was nowhere in sight, adorned with magical specks of light like stars, radiating a soft glow.

The air was filled with a faint herbal aroma and a rich, magical scent that was refreshing and invigorating.

The space was clearly divided into several areas. One area was Medea's familiar magic workshop, with various cauldrons, flasks, and magical materials neatly arranged on shelves; while a larger area was furnished as an extremely comfortable and luxurious living space. There were soft Persian carpets, a large double bed, and even a small bar and an entertainment area filled with various game discs.

"This……"

Gu Ye stared at all this, his face filled with surprise, "When did you...?"

"In this week."

Medea crossed her arms, a smug smile on her face. "I've reconstructed the entire basement using 'fortress construction.' Here, no one can bother us. Neither that noisy blonde girl nor that strange mother and daughter."

She walked up to Gu Ye, stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and pressed her body tightly against him.

"Now, this is our nest, just the two of us."

"So,"

Medea tilted her head back, her warm breath brushing against Gu Ye's ear, her voice full of allure, "Shouldn't we settle things properly about compensation for your lateness, my dear Master?"

She gave him no further chance to speak, using the most direct and primal actions to demand the "sacrifice" she had been waiting for.

In this secluded witch's lair, which belonged only to the two of them, the longing and desire that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted like a flood breaking through a dam.

……

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a narrow strip of light onto the deep purple carpet.

Gu Ye opened his eyes. Medea beside him was still sound asleep. Her beautiful face, which always carried a hint of coldness and sarcasm, was now completely unguarded. Her sleeping face was serene and pure, with long blue eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyes.

He carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, got off the bed barefoot, and tried not to make a sound.

After a quick wash, Gu Ye changed into a pair of loose-fitting athletic pants and went to the villa's spacious living room to begin his daily workout.

His even, deep breaths echoed in the empty room, sweat trickling down his taut muscles. During a break from his workout, he opened the chat group interface in his mind. The group was buzzing with activity.

[American Scythe]: The repairs on the Rhodes Island are almost complete, and it will be ready to fly soon. However, I've parted ways with His Highness, and now I have to keep an eye on that little rabbit.

[Flower Pillar]: Miss W sounds a little disappointed. But protecting Miss Amiya is also a very important task.

【Sword Saintess】: Separation is for a better reunion; the Supreme God will protect those who are loyal.

[American Scythe]: Tch, who's feeling down? I just think that little rabbit is too much trouble. By the way, it seems His Highness is leaving alone in a couple of days; I wonder what he's going to do there.

[Herrscher of Food]: Leaving alone? Isn't that very dangerous? W, aren't you going to go with her to protect her?

[American Scythe]: She didn't let me go with her. Ugh, what a hassle.

Gu Ye looked at the conversation on the screen, a slight smile curving his lips.

[Weather Forecast]: Theresa is, after all, a former demon lord. She doesn't want to die, and no one can kill her. You don't need to worry too much.

[American Scythe]: Huh? How did you suddenly appear? I wasn't worried at all!

[Weather Forecast]: Really? You must be quite relaxed now. By the way, has Theresa given you a new name? Have you two taken a picture together?

【American Scythe】: Name? Group photo? What do you mean?

【Flower Pillar】: A new name? It sounds wonderful, a gift filled with blessings and expectations.

[Herrscher of the Rice]: Group photos are great too! They capture the most precious moments. W, don't you want to take a photo with Princess Theresa?

W remained silent for a moment, as if his thoughts had been exposed.

【American Scythe】: I do have that plan, but I don't know how to say it. As for the name you mentioned? Why do you want to give me a new name? I think my current name is fine.

[Weather Forecast]: I don't think so. But you could ask Theresa; just relay what I just said. Maybe you'll get a close-up photo with her.

[Weather Forecast]: I suggest you don't be shy. You know, without my intervention, you might never have gotten a photo with Theresa in your lifetime.

These words were like a precise needle, piercing the spot that W cared about most.

【American Scythe】: Fine, I'll go! Who's afraid of who! You just wait!

After sending the message, W's profile picture quickly went dark.

On the bridge of Rhodes Island, W abruptly shut down the communication interface, his eyes flashing with an uncertain light.

She instinctively gripped the camera hanging on her waist, which she had casually "borrowed" a long time ago during a mission and had never used.

That bastard always knows how to make me angry.

But the group photo…and the new name…her heart started racing uncontrollably.

W's gaze fell on Amiya, who was talking to Kal'tsit not far away. The little girl with long brown ears was listening intently, completely unaware of the internal struggle her bodyguard was going through.

"Fine, I'll go!" W shouted to herself in her mind. She turned around abruptly and strode towards Theresa's office.

Her steps were quick and hurried, as if if she hesitated for even a second, all the courage she had just mustered would vanish.

Her demonic tail swayed nervously behind her, betraying her tense state of mind.

"Knock knock."

W stood in front of Theresa's office door, his knocking motion somewhat stiff.

"Please come in."

A gentle and calm voice came from inside.

W pushed open the door and saw Theresa sitting in a chair by the window, holding a book in her hand, her long pink and white hair shimmering softly in the sunlight.

She looked up at W with a gentle smile.

"It's W, what's going on?"

Chapter 103 My name is Vishdel!

W closed the door, walked a few steps to Theresa, and was still a little unsteady on his feet because he had walked too fast.

She took the camera off her waist and hugged it tightly to her chest, her eyes darting away, unable to look the other person in the eye.

"Your Highness,"

W's voice was a little hoarse, "Um, a guy named Gu Ye asked me to ask you... uh, it's just..."

Her words caught in her throat; she didn't know how to organize them.

Theresa put down her book, looked at her patiently, and her eyes were full of encouragement.

"Speak slowly, don't rush."

W took a deep breath and, in a fit of pique, blurted out, "He asked if you were going to give me a new name! He also said, he also said I should take a picture with you!"

After saying that, W's cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and she lowered her head, staring at the tips of her boots.

When Theresa heard the name "Gu Ye," her eyes flickered slightly, and then her smile deepened.

"He's right."

"Hey?"

W suddenly raised his head.

"I do intend to give you a new name,"

Theresa's voice was soft yet firm, "'W' is just a code name, a shadow inherited from those who came before. You are not a substitute for anyone; you should have a name that truly belongs to you."

W stared blankly at Tracy K, momentarily forgetting how to react.

Your Highness... has she always thought this way?

"So, does it already exist?"

W's voice carried an expectation she herself was unaware of.

Theresa smiled, but shook her head: "Yes. But I don't want to tell you now."

She looked at W with a playful glint in her eyes, "That Mr. Gu Ye, since he can see into the future, he must know your new name. You can go ask him, can't you?"

Before W could react, Theresa stood up and naturally took the cold camera from her arms.

She walked to W's side and leaned in gently, a faint fragrance, like white flowers in full bloom, enveloping W.

"Come, look here."

Theresa raised the camera and brought her cheek close to W's cheek.

"Crack!"

The flash went off, and W instinctively widened her eyes. In the shot, she saw her head and His Highness's head close together, His Highness with a gentle smile, while she looked utterly shocked.

Theresa didn't stop; she adjusted the angle and pressed the shutter several more times.

Age-appropriate bar

"All right."

She shoved the camera back into W's hand; the camera still retained the warmth of her fingertips.

"If you want to take photos with me again in the future, or if there is anything else, you can just say so. There is no need to be so subtle."

Theresa gently patted W on the shoulder, her eyes full of sincerity.

W held the warm camera, feeling the pressure on his shoulder. His cheeks burned, and he could only manage to squeeze out a tiny syllable from his throat.

"……I see."

W did not leave the office immediately. She retreated to the door, leaned against the cold door panel, lowered her head, and her gaze was completely occupied by the camera in her hand.

She ran her fingertips over and over the camera’s cold, smooth exterior, as if Theresa’s body heat still lingered on it.

She clicked on the replay, and the photo on the screen of her and His Highness intimately embracing each other made her heart clench, and an indescribable, burning emotion surged in her chest.

A new name…that bastard said…a new name…

This thought, like a wildly growing vine, entangled all her thoughts.

Almost subconsciously, in front of Theresa, she reopened the chat group in her mind.

[American Scythe]: Hey! Weather forecast! Didn't you say His Highness would give me a new name? What is it?! Tell me now!

Theresa watched her quietly, without making a sound to disturb her, her smile growing even gentler.

There was a response in the group almost immediately, as if the other person had been waiting for her.

[Weather Forecast]: Vishdel.

Four simple words, without any extra explanation.

The moment W caught the word "Vishdel," she froze.

The name, the pronunciation, seemed to possess an ancient and mysterious magic that instantly permeated her soul.