After acknowledging the reality, they started chasing their husbands to the crematorium - Chapter 18-The pastor is beginning to worry

In the late night, within the Moon’s Blossom villa.

Xiyaa poured herself a glass of cold water in the kitchen and drank it in large gulps, easing the palpitations that arose after waking.

Things have been truly uncomfortable everywhere since Lyle left. Her circadian rhythm was thrown off balance. No one wakes her up in the morning, and sometimes sleeping too long leaves her lethargic throughout the day.

Breakfast is skipped, and during the night, when hunger strikes, there’s no one to hand her a fragrant cake or a bowl of noodles.

Often, she awakens in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, a sensation that oddly makes Xiyaa think of the term “panting.”

This feeling bothers her immensely.

As she turns to head upstairs, she notices a silhouette of a long-haired woman standing on the stairs.

“What are you doing?”

Xiyaa jumped a bit, “Are you possessed?”

Upon closer inspection, it was Emilya. The priestess had unscrewed the crystal lamp on her head, wearing a thin nightgown that exaggerated the curves of her chest. Her lower half was adorned with shorts, showcasing smooth thighs. With her long black hair, she lived up to the title of a wet nurse, both in profession and physique.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Just thirsty.”

“Xiyaa, Lyle has established a connection with the Silver Guild through brewing.”

Emilya descended the stairs.

Eber’s words were quite intriguing.

Collaborator.

But merchants are profit-driven.

And that elf, following behind and calling him “teacher.”

Why would she want to be his apprentice?

Emilya gradually grew concerned about something.

If Lyle is a good servant, then even taking the less frequently used brewing to establish connections with the Silver Guild, what about other things?

Emilya was close to cursing. Your roommate kicked out your little dog. The next day, when you went to find it, you discovered that it had already become the leader of all the stray dogs in the neighborhood. It doesn’t want to return to the cage. Whom the hell do you go to reason with?!

“The Silver Guild?”

Xiyaa frowned. “Are you saying he wants to do business?”

“Sort of. Do you know what this implies?”

“It implies that he’s a failed scholar.”

Xiyaa sat down in her robe, looking somewhat weary. “Don’t keep harping on this.”

Emilya timidly said, “Maybe being stuck on the forty-fourth floor is due to his own considerations.”

Xiyaa poured her a glass of water. “Since when did you become so close to Lyle?”

Emilya smiled slowly. “We’ve always been quite close.”

This world doesn’t lack great priests—rational, kind, and upright. The Holy Light represents growth and warmth in all things. But it doesn’t mean that those who believe in the Holy Light are all pure. The species of green tea dog does exist.

But Emilya disguised herself too well, or rather, no one knew Emilya’s true thoughts, so Lyle couldn’t understand this.

Emilya shook her head. “Xiyaa, I think, maybe we should apologize to Lyle?”

She meant you.

But given Xiyaa’s temperament, saying “we” might be more acceptable.

“I didn’t drive him away; he chose to leave.”

“Is saving face as a princess more important than your companion?”

“I just wanted him to work a bit harder.”

“He’s already doing well. He can do everything, and he has a good temper. Really, it’ll be hard to find someone like him in the future.”

“Then, why didn’t you think about this before he left Moonlight Bloom?”

“You!”

Emilya said angrily, “I also thought about becoming better!”

Flo, wearing cotton-white bunny slippers, rubbed her hair and walked down with sleepy eyes.

She sleeps well.

She can sleep in late in the morning.

At night, she can hide under the covers and read comics until very late.

No one forcibly drags her teddy bear from her bed to wash and sun it, leaving her with nothing to hold onto at night.

Flo is already a grown-up girl.

When she meets children on the road, they call her “sister.”

Only a certain extremely annoying guy is always there, talking to himself.

Do you even know that I can blow you up to the sky with one shot?

Flo first looked at the two with a strange look, then walked into the kitchen. “Instant noodles? Do we still have any?”

“We finished them.”

“Where can I buy that stuff?”

Emilya shook her head. “Lyle made it himself. He told us to eat less of that kind of thing.”

“Do you just listen to whatever he says?”

Flo touched her stomach and rummaged through the kitchen, “I remember buying a lot of things a few days ago. Where’s the cake?”

Hesitant, Xiyaa said, “I finished the cake.”

“And the cucumber?”

“Emilya used up the cucumber.”

“…”

Emilya replied, “I used it for a face mask.”

Unable to find anything to eat, Flo sat on a chair with her legs crossed, half of her face resting on the table. “I can’t sleep without eating. Xiyaa, how’s the search for the scholar going?”

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

After a long silence, Xiyaa spoke first, “Emilya, you came from the Sanctuary. Write a letter to the academy, saying that Moonlight Blossom is recruiting scholars.”

“No way.”

Emilya pouted, “Xiyaa, you don’t understand those guys in the academy. All those prodigies are annoying.”

“Anyway, we get to choose the people, and if we’re not satisfied, we can kick them out.”

Xiyaa brought her legs together on the chair, “Do you have any requirements?”

“I don’t care if they’re scholars or not; as long as they can cook for me,” saidl.

Lying on the table, half-lifeless, Flo added, “And no nagging, or I’ll blow them up.”

“Even though you haven’t blown up Lyle with us around,” Emilya remarked.

“With you two here, he’s already pitiful enough,” Flo replied.

Emilya and Xiyaa exchanged a glance.

Xiyaa asked, “What about you?”

After a brief silence, Emilya said, “Are you sure? Xiyaa, once we take this step, Lyle won’t come back.”

The entrance requirements for the academy were very high.

When she was still in the Sanctuary, she had seen the so-called prodigies.

Honestly, she didn’t like them much.

Too greedy, not easy to control.

Emilya preferred someone like Lyle, a genuinely good person.

No, that’s not right.

She doesn’t have any grand ambitions.

As long as the dungeons are sufficient, and she has a comfortable and refined life, that’s what she pursues.

In other words, you don’t really believe there will be someone treating you like Lyle, do you?

Stop dreaming, Miss Xiyaa.

Well, you could say she’s licking up to him… Haha…

Emilya gathered her hair near her ear and began contemplating what she should do next.

Wearing a white robe, Xiyaa just rested her chin on her knees, breathing lightly like a cat.

After a while, with closed eyes, she said slowly,

“Then let’s find a scholar who’s ten thousand times better than Lyle.”