Vol 4. Chapter 16: Meeting Again

“Miss Yumo, I’ve brought her.”

After respectfully bowing to the figure before her, the dragon-horned girl said nothing more and tactfully withdrew from the tent.

Before leaving, the sharp-eyed girl even cast Mengxi a warning glance, seemingly telling her not to try anything reckless.

However,

since all of Miss Mengxi’s attention was currently focused on the person ahead of her, the dragon-horned girl’s warning was, unsurprisingly, completely ignored.

As the dragon-horned girl withdrew, the enormous tent became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, filled with a peculiar sense of silence.

And within this silent atmosphere,

Mengxi took a deep breath. After mentally preparing herself, she slowly raised her head and looked ahead.

At that moment,

what entered Mengxi’s beautiful light-purple eyes was a young girl whose appearance was in no way inferior to her own, and who even possessed a faintly bewitching, almost wicked sort of beauty. The girl wore a plain black gauze dress without a single ornament. Apart from that thin black dress, there was nothing else on her delicate body to keep her warm.

In the bitter cold of the Snow Night Empire, it was certainly a rather distinctive choice of clothing.

The girl sat cross-legged on the sofa, her snow-white, smooth legs folded beneath her, while her petite bare feet looked light and alluring. Her beautiful long hair, fading from black to crimson, cascaded down like a waterfall and covered her delicate body, with the blood-red tips even reaching the floor...

‘Sister Yumo...’

Upon seeing this familiar girl appear before her once again, Mengxi couldn’t help softly calling out her name in her heart.

At this moment,

the black-haired girl, Miss Yumo, was no longer wearing the divine artifact, Veil of Deception. Her long black-to-crimson hair, blood-red eyes, and her true face, completely unaltered by the Shadow of Silence Power, were all fully displayed before Mengxi. It wasn’t merely her appearance—even the aura of the Shadow of Silence Power was no longer concealed.

The dense aura of the Shadow of Silence Power permeated the space around the black-haired girl. Five or six blood-red butterflies even fluttered gracefully beside her.

Since her disguise had already been seen through,

there was obviously no point in continuing the charade.

And so, Miss Yumo no longer concealed herself, appearing before Mengxi frankly in her truest human form.

Seeing Yumo like this, Mengxi couldn’t help being slightly stunned. Along with her surprise, a nostalgic feeling arose in her heart. After all, back when Sister Yumo had spent every day with her inside the Great Winter Forest, this was the appearance she had used.

At the same time, this was also Mengxi’s favorite appearance of hers.

After finishing the novel Sister Bai had given her, whenever Mengxi imagined certain scenes in her mind, Sister Yumo would invariably appear in this form as well...

Uh,

wait, that seemed to be getting a little off topic.

Although the appearance of the Black Rose Family’s young lady differed greatly from Sister Yumo’s true appearance, there were still many subtle differences between them, such as the length of her hair, the color of her eyes, the aura surrounding her, and so on...

Therefore, seeing Sister Yumo appear before her in this form made a trace of joy involuntarily arise within Mengxi’s heart.

However,

just as Mengxi was delighted to finally see the true Sister Yumo she had been longing for, the black-haired girl’s indifferent, emotionless, and even somewhat cold expression suddenly made Mengxi tremble all over.

‘Is Sister Yumo... angry?’

Actually,

Miss Mengxi was also extremely nervous at the moment.

Back in Skyvault,

the reason she had directly laid her cards on the table with Sister Yumo was, on the one hand, because after Xue Tianao kicked the bucket, if Sister Yumo wanted to destroy the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, then she could only choose Mengxi. On the other hand, Mengxi herself no longer wanted to keep fooling this adorable older sister.

Sister Yumo’s expression whenever Mengxi had her completely fooled was admittedly something she could never get enough of, but constantly deceiving her like this always gave Mengxi an inexplicable sense of guilt. After all, Yumo had helped her so much and trusted her so deeply.

Rather than letting Yumo discover everything herself one day and making her fly into a rage, it was better for Mengxi to confess voluntarily. That way, Mengxi would feel better about it, while also keeping the initiative in her own hands. (Enmm, although Mengxi always felt that if she really wanted to, she could probably keep fooling Sister Yumo like this for the rest of her life...)

However,

confessing directly also carried a certain risk.

Would Sister Yumo become so angry that she abandoned her plan to destroy the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, then simply cast Mengxi aside and secretly leave?

Although Mengxi believed the possibility was rather low, she still couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

Whenever she thought that Sister Yumo might leave her and that there was a chance she would never see Sister Yumo again, Mengxi had been unable to sleep properly for the past two nights, tossing and turning endlessly in bed.

Mengxi had even begun mocking herself.

‘It’s obviously something with almost no chance of happening, so why am I worrying this much?’

She clearly hadn’t been this sentimental before...

And so,

in order to settle the matter as quickly as possible,

after dealing with all the tedious affairs of the Asumos Church, Mengxi took advantage of Sister Bai currently being unconscious from a concussion and secretly came to the Black Rose Family’s camp without telling anyone from the Asumos Church, wanting to meet Sister Yumo.

To Mengxi’s relief,

she wasn’t turned away.

Sister Yumo was willing to see her.

Except...

what was with Sister Yumo’s expression right now?

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Mengxi cautiously walked forward and gave the black-haired girl a friendly wave.

“Sister Yumo?”

“...”

Hearing Mengxi’s greeting, Miss Yumo merely glanced indifferently at the girl before her. After a long silence, she spoke in an extraordinarily emotionless voice that even seemed to keep others a thousand miles away.

“I wonder what business the esteemed Miss Child of Destiny has in coming here?”

Hearing those words,

a wry smile involuntarily appeared on Miss Mengxi’s beautiful face.

“Sister Yumo, why are you suddenly talking like that?”

“I’ve always spoken like this.”

“Sister Yumo, are you angry?”

At those words, Yumo’s delicate body trembled slightly, but her expression remained just as icy as before. Her crimson eyes were even filled with a chill seemingly capable of freezing the soul.

“No, I’m not angry.”

Although the black-haired girl said, ‘I’m not angry,’ her actual expression and movements might as well have had the enormous words ‘I’m really pissed off’ written plainly across her beautiful face.

After another moment of silence, Miss Yumo emotionlessly turned her head away, seemingly unwilling to make eye contact with Mengxi, and stopped responding altogether.

This immediately left the Child of Destiny unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Seeing Yumo enter a mode where she clearly refused to communicate, Mengxi couldn’t help sighing deeply in her heart.

Sigh,

sure enough,

Sister Yumo really was angry...

Well, that made sense. No matter how good-tempered Sister Yumo was, after realizing that she had embarrassingly put on an act in front of Mengxi for so long, there was no way she wouldn’t lose her temper.

This could be considered within expectations.

However, although it was painfully obvious that Sister Yumo was angry, Mengxi didn’t directly point it out.

If the other party refused to speak, then they couldn’t communicate.

She should make Sister Yumo talk first.

Thinking this, Mengxi deliberately tilted her head in confusion, placed a slender, scallion-like finger against her lips, and put on an adorable little expression.

“Enmmmm, are you really not angry?”

“...”

“Sister Yumo, you really are angry, aren’t you?”

“...”

“Sister Yumo isn’t even answering me, so you must be angry, right?”

“...”

“Why are you angry?”

“...”

“Sister Yumo, say something. Why are you angry?”

...

...

As she continued talking, Mengxi even completely ignored the blood-red butterflies around Miss Yumo that were practically ‘flying into a rage.’ She climbed directly onto the sofa and crawled over beside Miss Yumo, staring unblinkingly at Yumo’s profile with large eyes brimming with ‘innocence,’ endlessly repeating similar questions like a broken record.

This made the eyebrows of Yumo, who had intended to remain completely silent, twitch uncontrollably.

Several minutes passed.

Apparently unable to endure the discomfort of being stared at by Mengxi’s piercing gaze any longer, after an awkward bout of fidgeting and hesitation, Miss Yumo finally reached the limit of her patience. She abruptly raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The next instant,

under Mengxi’s somewhat astonished gaze, the blood-red butterflies surrounding Miss Yumo suddenly flew toward every corner of the tent, instantly erecting a barrier around it that blocked all perception from the outside!

Then Yumo puffed out her cheeks, folded her arms across her chest, turned her head, widened her eyes, and fiercely glared at Miss Mengxi beside her with what she personally believed to be an ‘absolutely terrifying’ expression.

Like a thoroughly enraged black rabbit with all its fur standing on end, she angrily cried out with puffed cheeks:

“You rotten girl! Aren’t you asking something you already know?! You fooled me for so long! You even watched me stupidly keep acting for all that time! Am I not allowed to be angry?! That’s right! I’m angry! The kind where I’m furious from embarrassment! The kind you can’t coax away!”

“Sister Yu... Yumo?”

Seeing Yumo suddenly burst out so emotionally, Mengxi was also momentarily stunned.

But at this moment,

the usually perceptive Mengxi noticed something slightly unusual about Miss Yumo.

As Yumo shouted, her slender little hands were tightly clutching the hem of her black gauze dress...

Sister Yumo...

Could it be...

she’s nervous too?