Free Web NovelVieya had no idea what kind of performance this tearful, pitiful-looking cat-eared girl was trying to put on.
Nor did she know why her only disciple from the past—someone she currently could not recognize openly—would suddenly appear here.
All she knew was this:
She had just ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) moved into a new home, and already someone was squatting outside her door.
Not good. Far too not good.
Did it really have to go like this?!
Ninety-nine percent sure—this was a fresh start account!
In short, Vieya felt she was being watched.
Watched simultaneously by one of the great demons ranked just under the Seven Demon Kings, and by a Hero—one of the pinnacles of human power.
Both of them had developed a peculiar emotion toward Vieya.
That emotion was curiosity.
Like a kitten discovering a brand-new ball of yarn, or a puppy catching the long-lost scent of its master.
“Hero, was there something you came to see me for? Mm, don’t stand outside—come in and have a hot cup of tea to warm yourself.”
Dawn had not yet broken, but Vieya had no intention of leaving the two of them out in the cold night wind.
Besides, she herself had plenty of questions waiting to be answered.
“Miss...”
Rania’s beautiful violet eyes flicked, almost imperceptibly, toward the cat-eared girl sprawled boldly on the sofa, holding a little paper cup, tail swishing, waiting for hot tea.
“Pouring tea should be a maid’s duty, shouldn’t it? Or are you two playing some kind of role-play game? Is climbing walls and windows at two in the morning also part of this shameful act?”
“Meow~ meow.” That’s right. Helcat answered in cat-speech, her alluring scarlet eyes full of indifference.
“It is not!”
Vieya, while pouring tea, deliberately ignored Helcat’s eager gaze—she was practically begging for her share—and instead spoke to the familiar young Hero:
“She’s just a stray cat I temporarily adopted. Mm, have you read the story of the three little kittens? Three little kittens wandered in the forest. To fend off predators, they built three houses. But the eldest’s straw house was blown away by the wind, the second’s wooden house was burned down, and the third’s stone house collapsed and crushed them all flat.”
“I’m no stray cat!”
Helcat felt insulted, flaring up. “And besides, why aren’t you giving me tea?”
“Cats are creatures that can never be properly tamed, and their intelligence isn’t that high either. Best to send her off sooner.”
Rania, answering almost absentmindedly, pulled her attention away from Helcat and fixed it back on Vieya, her expression a little surprised.
“Miss, you’ve been to the Tower of Knowledge as well?”
“Of course.” Vieya smiled slyly, leading her on.
The catgirl, seeing her smile for the first time, was stunned. So you claiming you were stone-faced really was just a trick to fool me!
Seeing the young Hero’s eyes momentarily lose focus, Vieya shifted the subject with another question:
“The number of official Heroes the human race can have is limited. Once that limit is exceeded, no more blessings will descend, and no new Heroes appear.”
In Vieya’s memory, back when she had been active as a Hero, all eighteen slots had already been filled.
Among humans, there was never a shortage of people burning with obsession and hot blood.
Unfortunately, the Heroes’ final end always seemed to be death.
Vieya, as a transmigrator, had later become the strongest Hero in history.
Her confidence had swelled—believing herself to be holding the protagonist’s script, brought here to conquer all resistance, to shatter all destiny.
Later, Vieya met her beloved—the Demon King.
That proud yet gentle Demon King taught Vieya a lesson with death itself.
She was not the world’s chosen child.
It hurt too much.
It ached unbearably.
Pain.
So much pain.
Like a needle rooted in her heart, pricking with every touch, robbing her of sleep through countless nights.
Under the curious gaze of both a catgirl and a Hero, one moment Vieya had been giggling, the next moment she was no longer smiling.
Guess why I’m not smiling.
Is it because I don’t like to laugh?
“Actually, I don’t like smiling.” Vieya spread her small hands, cold-faced, telling them both.
Helcat nodded firmly in agreement. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Not only do you not like to laugh, you’re also a drunkard! You love to pick fights, full of bad habits.
The young Hero, though, carefully sensed that Vieya had remembered something unhappy. She was curious, but since the person herself said nothing, she would not ask.
“You’re right,” the Hero girl sighed, her own mood sinking. “Ever since we lost the strongest Hero three years ago, several more Heroes have fallen to other Demon Kings.”
As she spoke, her clenched fists trembled. Rania suppressed her rage toward the demons, forcing herself calm as she declared:
“Don’t worry. All monsters will be eradicated by us Heroes. I will carry out my teacher’s will until the very last moment.”
“...”
“...”
The air in the room grew instantly heavy, but soon it was broken by the clear chime of a wind bell.
Ting-ting-ling~
Rania immediately stood, embarrassed, setting down the steaming hot tea in her hands. Looking at the white-haired girl sitting quietly opposite, she softly apologized:
“Forgive me. The city’s been restless lately, I must leave. Please take care, and don’t go outside lightly at night.”
With that, Rania hurried off.
But not two seconds later, she came back again, and asked the white-haired girl once more, with grave sincerity:
“I really enjoyed our conversation. May I come again next time?”
“You’re welcome.”
