Free Web Novel“I was standing on an airborne fortress nearly a thousand meters high when I attacked. By logic, ordinary people shouldn’t have been able to see clearly,” Vieya said quietly.
At that time, seeing her old friend nearly die from a sneak attack, all the anger she had been holding back erupted.
So when she struck, her mind was filled with only one thought—kill, kill, kill. She hadn’t thought about anything else at all.
Still, since people had come looking, it was safer to see for herself.
Thinking that, she asked, “Those people—were they ordinary?”
Aislin shook her head, thinking. “Their clothes didn’t look like what commoners wear. More like they were from some organization. They carried themselves with authority—black uniforms, unique embroidery on their chests, polished shoes. I’ve only ever seen human high officials’ escort teams dressed like that.”
“I’ll go take a look...”
Vieya pushed against the bedside to stand, but her legs buckled and she nearly fell straight to the floor.
Luckily, Aislin caught her quickly. Looking at the slime girl’s dull, unfocused eyes, the elf couldn’t help but sigh.
“Ah... your body’s still too weak. Don’t move around! Lie down and rest properly. Let the Hero handle those people when she gets here.”
“Sorry...”
Vieya stared blankly at her frail body, her voice barely audible.
“Is there... any way to recover faster? This feeling—being unable to control my own body, so powerless—it’s awful...”
“Recover faster? Do you think a monster girl’s body is divine flesh? That it has no limits, never gets tired, never gets hurt, never dies?”
Aislin, for once, was truly angry. But when she looked down again and saw the white-haired loli’s pitifully guilty expression, she sighed again.
“Just rest quietly here. I’ll go see what’s going on.”
After the elf girl left, the room was once again quiet—only Vieya and Jasmine remained.
Jasmine blinked her bright eyes, peeling the skin from a washed grape and holding it to Vieya’s lips with expectant care.
“Mom, do you want a grape? I’ll feed you?”
“...”
After a moment of silence, Vieya parted her lips slightly. Jasmine carefully placed the grape at her lips—
The white-haired loli leaned forward and munch—bit down, her tongue curling around her daughter’s fingertip to take the grape away.
“...”
Jasmine froze, looking at her slightly wet fingers. Then, suddenly, her expression turned serious.
“Mom, the elf-sis was only trying to help you just now. Not caring about your own body isn’t a good habit. From now on, you need to cherish your body more!”
“I know.” Vieya’s eyes flicked aside, and she suddenly thought of something. “By the way, Jasmine, while I was out these days—how’s your magic training been going?” freewebnσvel.cѳm
“...”
“I...”
Cold sweat broke out on Jasmine’s forehead. Oh no—why bring that up all of a sudden?!
Usually, talking with her mother was as easy as breathing, but this time, Jasmine’s eyes darted everywhere. After a long pause, she stammered, “A lot of things happened these days... I didn’t have time to study...”
Even she didn’t believe her own words. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had time—it was that all her attention had been on her sick mother.
Studying magic was nice—it was tempting.
But compared to her mother, Jasmine still thought Mom came first.
“Uu... I haven’t even touched my magic book these days...”
With her eyes closed, she confessed like a prisoner accepting her fate. “And it’s not just because I didn’t have time... mostly it’s because you were sick, Mom. [N O V E L I G H T] I couldn’t ignore you to go study magic...”
“...And... and my first goal in learning magic was to protect you, Mom... but now that you’re sick, my mind’s all tangled. I can’t focus on reading the spellbook... or memorize all those difficult runes and sigils...”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I failed your expectations!” Jasmine drooped, voice trembling. Uu... she almost couldn’t stop herself from lying to her mother again...
“This... actually isn’t that serious.” Vieya had only meant to check in on her daughter.
She hadn’t expected Jasmine to react so strongly—like not following her mother’s words was some terrible crime.
Surely she hadn’t been that strict before? She couldn’t have left such trauma on her daughter, could she?
Then... where had it gone wrong?
“Mom’s not mad...?” Jasmine asked softly, lowering her head. “Someone like me, who just eats the rice and makes it expensive... Mom went through so much trouble to persuade Teacher Anna to trade a huge favor for me to learn magic, but I... I... uuuhhhh...”
“Don’t—don’t cry!”
Seeing her daughter trembling and sniffling because of one simple question, Vieya’s whole slimy self felt like melting into the sheets. She couldn’t tell whether her daughter was too sensitive or just cared too much about her opinion—to the point where even the slightest hint of disappointment made her panic.
“I didn’t mean it like that...” Vieya’s voice grew small. “How about... you just forget I said anything?”
Just then—
Voices came from outside the door.
“She’s much better today—not only can she eat, she’s even chatting. Just doesn’t have the strength to move yet, so someone needs to stay with her.”
“That’s good, that’s good...”
Aislin and Rania were chatting as they walked toward the bedroom.
Click!
The door opened.
Then Aislin and Rania saw a white-haired loli on the bed looking flustered, while a golden-haired girl beside her was rubbing her eyes and sniffling.
“What... what happened to them?” Rania paused, then came up with an explanation for herself. “Crying tears of joy after seeing her mother’s condition improve?”
I have no idea, don’t ask me.
Aislin’s smile stiffened, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
“Maybe? Probably? Ahaha...?”
The four of them stared at each other in silence for a moment. The atmosphere was painfully awkward.
“Um...” Jasmine’s little face turned bright red. “I... I’m just happy... yeah, Mom’s eating again, so I’m happy!”
Even the tone made it obvious that was a lie.
But...
Forget it.
If the mother and daughter were happy, that was enough.
Aislin shook her head inwardly and, along with the shy Rania, walked over to the chairs beside Vieya’s bed.
Vieya cleared her throat, trying to smooth over the awkwardness, then turned to Rania.
“Hm? Your body’s okay, right? There’s a chair here, you can sit.”
“No! My body’s fine!”
Ever since being saved from the blood pool and witnessing Vieya’s awe-inspiring sword strikes with her own eyes, Rania had been ninety to a hundred percent certain—Vieya’s relationship with her teacher was extremely deep and complicated.
But since Vieya didn’t want to say it, she wouldn’t pry.
So now, she looked at the white-haired loli lying weakly in bed and coughing, and placed her at the same level of reverence as her own master.
With that thought, Rania straightened her back, her young and pretty face full of earnestness—like a new recruit meeting an old commander.
“I’ll stand!”
Sigh.
There wasn’t a single normal person in this whole room.
After hesitating for a moment, Aislin gave up on the idea of offering the purple-haired Hero a chair.
