Chapter 107: Chapter 107: The Moody Sandora
The so-called victory celebration was truly a boring affair.
The two most powerful Abyss forces that had plagued this world had fallen. What remained were only some minor bosses of the Abyss and demonized creatures at the level of mixed soldiers. The human Guangming Church and the Life Goddess Sect had already united. Add to that the rapidly developing superpower soldiers, purifying these remnants of the Abyss was only a matter of time. The clouds that had enveloped the continent for hundreds of years hadn’t completely dissipated, but it was already enough to let people see the light of hope.
So, the entire Leidun City was reveling.
Except for us, the original main characters.
Damn public image! Damn royal dignity! And even more damned are the tons of rules! ARGH!!!
I too wanted to go out and revel. An Otherworld Festival, what a rare experience, and yet I was being wasted away, sitting around doing nothing, revered like some decorative vase?
After sending away the last batch of either hypocritical or sincere nobles, I silently lamented.
The cause and effect of the matter were quite simple—it was nothing more than a few overjoyed saviors eagerly wanting to join the street revelries after their triumphal return, only to be persuaded back by some stick-in-the-mud types under the guise of maintaining public image, and to boringly stay in the palace to receive the visits—ahem, adorations…of princes and nobles.
Thinking about an old man named Melon, with his white beard, sobbingly standing in front of Alaya to stop Angel Sister from going out to have fun, I felt a pang in my heart.
“Ah Jun, I want to go out and play…” Qianqian miserably nestled in my arms, crazily twisting about on me, finally, she huffed, stood up, and rushed to the door.
“Wait a minute, I’ll pause time in the entire Imperial City, then we can go out and play.”
Qianqian nodded forcefully, stating it as if it were a fact.
What I wanted to say was, darling, you’re going to have a tragic time.
Under our dumbfounded gazes, Qianqian activated her superpowers and then instantaneously switched personalities.
“Participating in such boring leisure activities is a complete waste of time!”
Dark Qianqian coolly said.
This wasn’t the first time something had happened; it seemed that Dark Qianqian and the regular Qianqian had quite a difference in personal preferences.
“Uh… Ah Jun, I’m so bored, another me is even more obstinate than Melon!”
Qianqian complained, flinging herself onto the luxurious cushion in the center of the room and rolled back and forth, resolved to utterly destroy the last bit of annoying “Xyrin royal dignity”.
Just then, the door to the living room opened, and Alaya, surrounded by a holy aura, walked in with her perennial healing smile.
Then, she plopped down in front of us with a thud.
No one’s facial expression changed—it was really a sad thing for Alaya.
Having gotten accustomed to falling flat on her face, Alaya didn’t look embarrassed at all. She clumsily stood up, smacking the dust off her dress, then sat down next to me on the ground, draping a massive wing over my legs.
When did I become this girl’s personal masseuse?
While I was combing the feathers of Angel Sister, I thought to myself. But then again, it was the wings of an angel, hey, this feel…
“Is Sister Sandora still not willing to come out?”
Qianqian abruptly stood up from her rolling on the floor, while warily ensuring that Alaya didn’t place any part of her, apart from the wings, on me, she continued.
That was the second reason apart from Melon’s obstruction, for us few staying here—ever since returning, Sandora had locked herself in her room, stubbornly refusing to come out.
Sister looked worriedly towards Sandora’s room and said, “After all, she’s a girl, and being seen in that neither-human-nor-ghost form, it’s impossible to say she doesn’t care—even Sandora’s personality is no exception.”
“It can’t be that bad…” I said, “The first time we met, she even showed me her Abyss form voluntarily. I thought with her personality, she really wouldn’t care about those things, but now it seems like she’s completely changed…”
“That’s why I’m seriously doubting how Qianqian initially fell for a blockhead like you…” Lin Xue threw in a sharp quip from the side.
“Yeah, how did I ever fall for this blockhead…” Qianqian tacitly added a double whammy.
“Is Brother—a blockhead?” Pandora paused her staring contest with Little Baobao, delivering a splendid triple strike with a finishing move, and instantly, I was K.O.ed.
“Alright, alright, I’m not stupid…” Eventually, I surrendered reluctantly, raising my hands, “I’ll go and talk to her.”
Qianqian quickly walked over, grabbed the still confused Ah Jun, and gave me a complex look. She finally flashed me a toothy grin and turned to walk away.
Sandora’s situation was really too understandable, but we all found it somewhat difficult to express—there was no other reason except that Sandora felt ashamed to be seen by me in her monstrous form.
If it were the original Sandora, she might never have thought this way, but now, even Qianqian had to admit the fact: Sandora had fallen for me, and I couldn’t escape this emotion either.
Though I loved Qianqian, and this emotion was absolutely genuine, similarly, I couldn’t deny my liking for Sandora. Perhaps it began with a soulful closeness, but now, I had to face the fact; I really couldn’t let go of this peculiar girl.
The impact of becoming a hideous monster in front of a loved one—how severe was that? Especially for a beautiful girl, it was simply unacceptable.
Sandora’s door wasn’t locked; I pushed open the door and found the room dim.
It was already night, yet Sandora hadn’t turned on the lights. The only source of light was from the party venue outside, where the flickering lights penetrated through the gaps of the thick curtains, casting twisted and blurred monstrous shadows of what were once exquisite decorations on the floor.
I couldn’t see Sandora’s figure, but through telepathy, I could clearly sense her location—in a corner of the room, curled up tightly.
I hadn’t expected that the renowned Xyrin Empress would have such moments; this could probably shock half the intelligent beings in the universe if it got out.
So, was this another personality of Sandora, following Queen Sandora, Energy Sandora, and Sandra’s Rampage…?
I distracted myself with wild thoughts to hide my cluelessness as I approached her.
Sandora had already sensed me entering the room, and without lifting her head, she maintained her position and whispered, “A monster, right?”
So this was what she truly worried about—that in my eyes, she was just a monster. This concern had always plagued her. After stepping away from her battle-filled life, she felt out of place from normal girls, so she did her best to learn from Qianqian and sister, how ordinary human girls lived. But today, she felt her efforts had all turned to naught, a neither-human-nor-ghost monster, yet trying to behave like a girl… I must find it very amusing, right?
It’s undeniable—the intelligence of a woman in love plummets, regardless of the race…
“Alright, a monster,” I shrugged and said. In the darkness, I clearly felt Sandora’s body tremble violently, a sharp pain surged through our spiritual connection but vanished the next second.
Because I had already embraced Sandora in my arms.
Indeed, I felt heartbroken too.
Sandora seemed to want to struggle, but eventually, she calmed down, enjoying a sense of security and happiness she had never felt before.
“You did say… monster…” Sandora murmured lowly.
I raised an eyebrow and replied, “Yes, so what? You said that yourself—but it means nothing to me. If humans and worms can be together, what are you worried about?”
“Yes, she even has a sister named Little Qing…”