Morning, Daily Routine

Era of Order, Year 1137.

"Th... Thank you."

Lena took the dinner tray from Liana's hands. "Let me help, Lady Liana."

"Gurrrgle—"

But immediately after, Lena's stomach let out a treacherous growl.

"Forget it, you should go eat breakfast first." Liana smiled and patted Lena's head.

A blush quickly climbed up Lena's cheeks.

Although she had nominally become a maid here, she hadn't fulfilled any of a maid's duties. Instead, she was constantly being taken care of by Liana, which made her feel quite guilty.

Because of the slumber party last night, the girls had chatted happily and slept quite late, so she hadn't been able to wake up on time this morning... By the time she got up, Liana had already prepared breakfast.

The scent of wheat from the bread in her hands made her swallow uncontrollably.

It was obvious that Lena couldn't eat this well back at home. Her usual meals consisted of black bread that tasted like sawdust, washed down with cold water.

The soft bread melted in her mouth like silk. The rich aroma of wheat, accompanied by a faint milky scent, paired with a sip of vegetable soup—it was simple, yet a rare delicacy.

She hadn't had a proper meal like this since her mother left.

Tears couldn't stop sliding from the corners of Lena's eyes, mixing into the vegetable soup as she gulped it down.

Liana was clearly a bit surprised to see this, but then she covered the corner of her mouth lightly, hiding her amusement and pride.

Look at that, she was just too amazing; the food she made was delicious enough to make people cry!

Mo Lini came out of the room yawning. "What are we eating this morning? Green dumplings?"

Hearing "Green dumplings," Little Lan, who was on top of her head, bounced down and hopped onto Lena's thigh instead.

"No green dumplings, only bread, Miss Mo Lini," Liana said grumpily.

Lena looked at the slime on her lap. It felt cool and quite comfortable. Little Lan also looked up, seemingly glancing at Lena.

"This slime looks really smart," Lena muttered.

"Little Lan is very smart. It seems to understand what we're saying," Mo Lini agreed.

"Oh, come on. No matter how smart it is, it's just a slime." Liana was dismissive.

Little Lan suddenly hopped onto the dining table, and then jumped onto Liana's head.

"Ah! This guy seems to be pulling my hair! You bastard, get down!"

Liana grabbed Little Lan from her head and threw it into Mo Lini's arms.

"Hey, this little guy really seems to understand." Liana grinned.

Little Lan extended a small, pointed tentacle and gestured at Liana.

"Oho, did that kid Joli teach you this? You actually want to use that against me?" Liana looked fierce. "Believe it or not, I'll turn you into a green dumpling and eat you!"

Little Lan immediately retracted its small tentacle.

Joli did not live here; this was Liana's house. After returning, he naturally stayed with his father.

Because they knew beforehand that the Elven race did not have a Church of the Goddess, Musen, who couldn't recharge, had stayed inside the book without showing his face to save the power of faith for more critical situations.

Lena scanned the area around the dining table. Including her, there were only three people and one slime, making the long table seem a bit empty.

"Where are Mr. Xia Lun and Miss Aina?" Lena asked softly. "Aren't they coming for breakfast?"

Liana replied nonchalantly, "Oh, they might already be eating."

...

"Xia Lun! That's amazing, huff—that's amazing, Xia Lun, as expected of my Hero..."

Aina had her arms around Xia Lun's neck, while Xia Lun's hands passed through her smooth underarms to grip the two sturdy cartilage bones of the wings on her back, using them as handles.

Aina's wings were truly a part of her that fascinated Xia Lun.

"Ha... Ha..." Aina felt dizzy and her breathing was so rapid she could barely catch her breath.

The battle this time was simply too intense.

"That's a great expression, Aina." Xia Lun smiled with satisfaction. "Ah, there's a mirror on the vanity in the room. Shall I take you to see?"

"You bad guy, what... what are you saying?"

Xia Lun slowly rose from the bed. Aina remained clinging to him, maintaining her indecent posture.

Xia Lun arrived in front of the vanity. With her back to the mirror, Aina successfully saw herself in the reflection.

"Do you see it? What do you think of your current appearance? Aina." Xia Lun's hands held Aina's waist symbolically; he knew perfectly well that even if he let go, Aina wouldn't run away.

"This... this person isn't me." Aina turned her head away.

In the mirror, her hair was messy, her forehead was covered in beads of fine sweat, her eyes were filled only with love and desire, and her mouth refused to close for even a moment, her fragrant tongue ready for Xia Lun's favor at any time.

As the Demon King, how could she reveal such a shameful appearance?

"It's very cute. I think you look absolutely beautiful like this, Aina," Xia Lun said with great sincerity. "It makes me unwilling to look away for even a second."

"Then... then the person in the mirror must be me, after all, this is just an ordinary mirror," Aina replied.

Aina did not stop her movements. Because there was a larger gap between them now, the shameful clapping sounds became even more audible to the ear.

"Xia..."

Aina couldn't even finish shouting Xia Lun's name before the bat-like wings behind her suddenly snapped open. Xia Lun failed to keep his grip on the skeletal frame of her wings, lost his balance, and was knocked to the floor by Aina.

Aina's hands supported herself weakly on the floor on either side of Xia Lun's head, revealing a primitive charm that shook Xia Lun to his core.

Xia Lun took a deep breath and suddenly hugged Aina, who was on top of him, pressing her tightly against himself so that the two were perfectly embedded together without a single gap.

A look of immense satisfaction appeared on Aina's face.

"This time, we finished together, Xia Lun..." Aina cupped Xia Lun's cheeks. "As expected of you, Hero, a rival worthy of me. However... next time, it will be my victory."

"Don't get too cocky. I was just in bad shape this morning." Xia Lun slowly got up from the floor. "I won't let you off so easily tonight."

To be taken down by Aina in just one round... it was a bit embarrassing. Usually, he could battle Aina for several rounds in a row.

"Are you still unconvinced? Xia Lun." Aina's wing covered him, half-hiding her smiling face. "You should admit my strength."

"Have you forgotten what you looked like in the mirror? Lord Demon King, you only barely managed to keep up with me by revealing that kind of appearance."

Aina's expression turned aggrieved, and she wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes that didn't exist. "Xia Lun... in your eyes, am I just that kind of shameless slut?"

Xia Lun immediately stepped forward to comfort his wife. "No! Aina, of course not! That is your most beautiful, most enchanting form..."