Mage Manual

Chapter 1733: Chapter 1282: Harem King Sonia

Neither Siflin nor Freyja appeared at dinner, but Dedarose had recovered. However, the previous episode seemed to linger, and the atmosphere during dinner was somewhat oppressive.

After bathing, Sonia opened the room from last night. The attendant had thoroughly cleaned it, and there was no longer any trace or scent of the battle.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and for some reason, her mood gradually became gloomy.

Could I also have post-holiday syndrome, Sonia thought.

After a while, the three witches entered the room. As soon as she came in, Diya rushed over to hug her, while Weiser and Vishi climbed onto the bed, the former reading a book, the latter watching the Blood Moon romance series at 8x speed.

"Why did we book this room?"

Sonia suddenly asked, "We clearly have our own rooms, why did we specially book a spare room?"

"To avoid soaking our own bedsheets, perhaps," Weiser said casually. "It’s like couples booking double rooms, one for use and one for sleep."

Sonia’s bracelet shook, and she checked it: "Freyja’s depression seems somewhat troublesome, Siflin is still trying to find a way."

Weiser asked, "No clues?"

"She said Freyja’s condition is somewhat similar to a Spirit disease unique to Meiwa, ’DeathLove syndrome,’" Sonia replied. "If a Meiwa really likes someone but has completely lost the possibility of being with them, they might develop this symptom. The overflow of physiological hormones and the huge gap with cruel reality can tear apart a Meiwa’s heart, causing self-destructive consumption."

"Sounds like heartbreak," Weiser said.

"Heartbreak can lead to a breakup, if one can’t wait, they can cheat, if they can’t cheat, they can fantasize," Diya analyzed. "But this DeathLove syndrome specifically means no hope at all, which means the person they liked is completely dead, right? But does Freyja have someone she likes?"

"That’s why Siflin said it’s only somewhat similar," Sonia said. "From her understanding, Freyja doesn’t have anyone she likes. Freyja’s best friends are her, Hanna, and Tamasi. They plan to log into the Void Realm tonight to check things out."

"Let’s not talk about this," Diya said, undoing Sonia’s sleepwear button, coquettish," Sword Maiden kiss."

Sonia lifted Diya’s chin and kissed her, their soft lips meeting with entwining tongues. As their lips parted, both sleepwear were undone, their slippery skin rubbing against each other. Two enchanting beauties indulged in each other’s embrace, and concurrently, Weiser and Vishi also crawled over.

Sonia curled her finger, and instantly the lights in the room went out, the curtains drawn, not a single moonbeam could penetrate.

Immersed in familiar darkness, Sonia felt an inexplicable sense of unfamiliarity, as if tonight was their first night.

But there was no reason for this, from when Sonia met Diya on the Time Continent, then Weiser in the Distant Realm, and after picking up Vishi after the Starry Sky broke. They had always been close allies fighting side by side. After escaping to Senluo, their tested friendship transformed, gradually becoming the sweet and enchanting relationship it was now. Nights like this, they had spent together countless times, just last night they wore Brides together at an unprecedented developer conference...

Even though everyone was skilled, and even she had muscle memory of how to please, Sonia still felt a massive emptiness. And as time went by, the emptiness did not fill but continued to erode her spirit.

She curled her finger.

Clap.

The bedside lamp turned on.

The girls immediately paused their play, lying side by side on the bed, quietly not speaking. Sonia faced Weiser, intertwining fingers with the God of Silver Lamp, locking eyes for a moment before suddenly leaning over to kiss Silver Lamp. Silver Lamp blinked, a faint smile in her eyes.

Diya sat up watching them, supporting her chin with a smile, "That unsatisfied expression is so alluring. Tsk, who knows of this group of beautiful and wise Female Mages, in the end, who will end up with some man who crawled out of a trash can."

"In this world, a beautiful and wise Female Mage who is the strongest in history, did she end up with any man?" Vishi glanced at her, "We just each take what we need, we aren’t love-crazed."

"Let’s sleep alone tonight," Sonia said, "Seems like no one is in the mood."

"Mm, goodnight."

"Sword Maiden, aren’t you going back?"

"I’ll sleep in this room, too lazy to go back."

After everyone left, Sonia stared at the ceiling for a while, then picked up the group photo she saw this morning from the Space Ring.

In the photo, the four brides had different postures, but without exception, they smiled like flowers. Sonia could clearly feel their elated mood... Is watching the float parade at the Amusement Park this enjoyable, or is it because they were wearing Brides?

She leaned against the bed in a daze for a while, suddenly pulling out a box of cigarettes from the Space Ring. Two cigarettes were already gone from the box, but Sonia had no memory of smoking them herself, nor did she know when they were missing.

She pulled out a cigarette, holding it in her mouth, and her fingertips sparked a flame. Before lighting the cigarette, she hesitated slightly but then let out a laugh, lighting the cigarette tip and taking a deep drag, feeling the nicotine burn scorching her lungs.

Meanwhile, the others—

The witch hugged a doll, clamping a pillow between her legs while sleeping, brows furrowing as if having a nightmare, quivering in fear, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Silver Lamp floated above Kaimon City, looking down at the whole city, her expression calm and serene, like a true Divine Being.

Vishi seemed to be searching for something in the air, suddenly grabbing forcefully, pulling a ruby chain from the void. Though it was an illusory chain, as she added blue flames to her hands, she managed to grasp the ruby chain. As the blue flames burned, the chain slowly showed signs of melting.

Felix was checking the photo library on her Miracle Bracelet, finding that each photo had been rated, but she did not remember rating them. Using the ratings and the style changes in the photos, she seemed to witness a big pervert gradually developed by her with various kinks, and her enjoying it.

In Siflin’s villa, Freyja’s room was already a mess, all cabinets had been opened, clothes strewn everywhere, bed sheets torn, mirrors shattered, potted plants, and decorations completely smashed to pieces.

Folded-ear cat Xiaoxian huddled at the top of the cat tree, shivering, not daring to come down.

It’s not that the cat is timid, in fact, it was brave enough to stay in the room. Nearby neighbors had been either driven away by Siflin or went to the hospital, because a Spiritual Scream had exploded once in the afternoon, causing dozens to faint. Fortunately, they were far away, or their heads might have exploded. How the cat managed to avoid it is unknown.

Freyja quietly slept on Siflin’s lap, her eyes red and swollen as if she had cried all day. A little bat hummed a lullaby while gently stroking the Meiwa’s head.

In one day, the world turned upside down.

PS: End of the month, asking for monthly votes.