Volume 6, Chapter 69 – The Realized Feelings

Inside a beautifully decorated room, a young girl’s head was burning with raging flames. Not only that, but she was also rolling on the floor while hugging a pillow and quilt, throwing everything within reach that wouldn’t break randomly.

The noises and strange cries she made caused passing maids to be curious. However, whenever a maid asked curiously what was happening in the room, the person inside would always quiet down immediately, answering in a serious tone that it was nothing. Only after the maid left would the strange noises from before start again.

It was worth mentioning that beside this girl was a recording crystal playing back the scenes from last night. It was precisely this recording crystal that made the girl unable to control herself, regretting why she had a mouth.

This continued for a full half hour before the girl gradually stopped. The room was scattered with half-burnt dresses, bedsheets, and various stockings and underwear, as if not only visited by a thief but also run over by an arsonist. The girl lay on her back on these messy fabrics as if exhausted, her limbs twitching from time to time, her eyes lacking spirit.

If someone who didn’t know saw this scene, they would definitely think this girl with fiery red long hair and cat ears had touched something she shouldn’t touch like narcotics. However, the fact was, this Fire Cat named Nola simply watched a video she shouldn’t have watched.

During the day, Fia said one thing right and one thing wrong.

What she said right was that as long as people didn’t know the answer, they would never be unhappy. What she said wrong was that Nola wasn’t an idiot, but a thorough fool. Using idiot to describe her would be belittling the stupidity level of an idiot.

“Ugh ugh…”

Thinking of that stupid Fire Cat seen in the recording crystal just now, Nola couldn’t help twitching again. If her consciousness hadn’t remained clear, she even felt she would foam at the mouth.

The second time, the second time!!

And this time is even worse than getting drunk in the bathhouse. I not only told Fia the secret of wetting my pants but also said Fia was my wife to her face, and even wanted to marry both Fia and Claire at the same time. If not for the recording crystal as evidence, I would absolutely think I strayed into an illusion. This is simply a scene that gives one goosebumps all over, making one wish to jump off a cliff and reincarnate immediately.

The more she thought this way, the more Nola couldn’t help making strange noises. Her features twisted painfully yet not painfully. Her mouth sometimes emitted crying sounds and sometimes turned into laughter, like a mentally deranged madman. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Back then, she could at least clean up the bathhouse alone for compensation. Although that was something she should do, at least the act of cleaning involved labor, giving her a real sense of compensation. Now even if she wanted to pay with labor, there was completely no way. She didn’t vomit all over Fia.

Damn it!

Damn it!!

I am just a fool!!!

If conditions permitted, Nola would definitely scream out loud. However, the sound insulation of Tsukuyomi’s mansion wasn’t good. Just throwing things randomly could attract the attention of maids outside the door, let alone shouting. In that case, everyone in the mansion would know about her ugly affair.

Exhausted, she hummed while crying and laughing. After half an hour of calming down, the flame on her head had weakened a lot. She tried her best not to think about the scenes she saw from the recording crystal just now, and was determined to forget them—how great it would be if there was magic to delete specific memories. She couldn’t help fantasizing like this. However, this triggered “painful” memories again, reminding her of the scene where she buried her face in Fia’s belly, hugged Fia’s waist tightly, and called her Mom.

The corner of Nola’s mouth twitched unnaturally. She really wanted to greet herself with the most beautiful language in the world, but Claire taught her in childhood not to say dirty words. She had to control her mouth again. Finally, her expression turned green then red. Her hands covered her face with a smack , continuing to bury her head and emit humming sounds of crying and laughing.

“Hmph hmph hmph…”

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If Fia were here, she would definitely be laughing until her stomach hurt—the fact was Fia covered her mouth and snickered after returning home, but to Nola, this was only suffering.

How great it would be if I could stop being human and just be a cat. That way I wouldn’t have to bear these things I can’t bear.

After dawdling for a while longer, Nola, covering her face with her hands, took a deep breath as if summoning the courage to face life. She hooked the recording crystal on the ground with her tail and put it directly into her pocket. Then she began to tidy up the room with extremely weird behavior, making strange cries from time to time. Even if a mental patient came, they would praise Nola as a true mental patient. Of course, normal people seeing this scene would definitely take their children and retreat three feet.

The expression like having eaten slime didn’t disappear until the room was tidied up. Panting and with sore limbs, Nola sat back on the edge of the bed. The process of tidying the room made her incomparably painful, even more tired than fighting a monster. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, staring blankly at the bright white moonlight shining into the room from outside the window, where dust swam slowly in the air.

Although only Fia knows my ugly state this time, how should I face Fia tomorrow…

No.

The worried look only stayed on Nola’s face for a second before she raised her eyebrows and started getting angry.

“That bastard Fia!”

Why did she have to give this crystal to me? And in the morning she said to tell her my thoughts after watching. Clearly knew what reaction I would have.

Damn it!

If not because I can’t beat her, I would definitely press Fia face down on the bed and ravage her well, letting her know I’m not to be trifled with.

Thinking further, if Fia didn’t wave the Silvar wine in front of me from the start, I wouldn’t have gotten drunk at all. Although midway Fia saw I was drunk and tried to dissuade me, it was only because I hugged the wine bottle tightly that Fia didn’t snatch it away. But this is also definitely Fia’s problem—!

Wait, it seems it is indeed my fault.

“Guu wuu.”

A muffled hum of unwillingness came from her throat. Nola’s cheeks flushed red. This embarrassing situation where she couldn’t even find a way to blame made the shame in her heart a few points more.

A-Anyway, if Fia asks tomorrow, I’ll say I didn’t watch. This can perfectly avoid all problems. As long as I don’t know, it equals it didn’t happen!

Even if deceiving myself, it’s better than being teased by Fia with that look of watching a good show.

Must find a chance to take revenge.

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Thinking this in her heart, Nola faintly felt she probably wouldn’t have this chance easily. Leaving aside that Fia would leave Cold Night before long, firstly Fia wouldn’t get drunk like her. If she had a drinking contest with Fia, it might be feasible. That small body of hers definitely couldn’t drink much. But how to propose it was a problem, and herself repeating the same mistake was another problem. By now, Nola had a profound understanding of her own drinking habits and swore not to touch a drop of alcohol again.

Unless I can’t resist.

“Hah.”

The quiet environment and cool night, plus the fatigue from her limbs, cooled Nola’s nerves somewhat. She sighed heavily, falling back onto the tidied bed with a thud, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Leaving soon… Although I’ve been calling her crow elf, crow elf, when this day really comes, I actually feel a bit reluctant—eh?”

Seeming to suddenly remember something, she raised her head nervously to look at the door and around the bed. Only after confirming no one was there did she lie back. Since Fia always appeared and disappeared unpredictably, she was really afraid Fia would suddenly pop out of the void to answer her.

Fortunately Fia isn’t here, otherwise I couldn’t even lie tomorrow.

Nola breathed a sigh of relief.

“Being reluctant can’t be helped. After all, she helped me so much; it’s hard to use the initial attitude again.”

The favors she owed had long been unpayable. The reason her attitude toward Fia changed drastically was also because she knew clearly in her heart that without Fia, she would be a highly decomposed corpse now, maybe even eaten by wild dogs, and the lives of her clansmen in the territory wouldn’t be any better.

Really kind…

Thinking of this, Nola couldn’t help sighing with emotion again. Clearly she wanted to kill Fia at the beginning, but Fia helped her again and again. Admittedly, there was Claire’s reason in it. Without Claire as an intermediary, Fia would definitely have ignored her. But there were no ifs in this world. The obtained karma couldn’t be abandoned, nor was there a way to abandon it. The fact was Fia helped her overcome difficulties time and again. If this couldn’t be called kind, she couldn’t think of anyone who could be called kind, willing to help someone who was once her enemy this deeply.

Fia’s figure began to appear in her mind—jet-black long hair naturally drooping to the hips, exquisite doll-like face, tender chest like a budding flower, slender waist that could be grasped by a hand, and even the exquisite yet perky buttocks wrapped in the short skirt. Even those well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings appeared exceptionally beautiful. Just thinking about it a little, she felt they would be very smooth to touch.

Almost subconsciously, she reached out and dragged a black formal dress from the bed. This was Fia’s clothes. Previously at the temporary outpost built of wood, she accidentally fell asleep leaning on Fia’s shoulder, drooling all over Fia. Although Fia cleaned it with [Clean] magic on the spot, [Clean] couldn’t remove stains one hundred percent after all. So she asked Fia for that set of dirty clothes afterwards, intending to return it to Fia after washing it clean herself. Thus this dress came into her hands.

Even if the clothes were washed spotless, theoretically without Fia’s traces, she couldn’t help hugging the clothes tightly to her chest. As if treating a fragile luxury item, she sniffed the collar gently.

There is a pleasant floral scent, as if Fia is lying on me.

No, I washed it clean with great difficulty; must put it back quickly.

She put Fia’s clothes back in place, then closed her eyes lying on the bed, completely unaware that she was giggling.

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Why does this guy always have a pleasant smell on her body? Intoxicating.

The fragrance remaining on the tip of her nose made her feel Fia was right in front of her. She opened her eyes slowly again. Although there was nothing in front of her except the empty ceiling, she still reached out to the ceiling as if trying to grab the person in her fantasy. Under the illumination of the bedroom light, her hand seemed to grab the sun. The side facing the sky was studded with light, even the palm lines were clearly visible. The side close to herself had only dim shadows, nothing clear to see.

She stared dully at the back of her hand, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Maybe those drunk words last night were a true portrayal of her inner heart. If she were a man, she would definitely have been obsessed with such a powerful, kind, wise, and gentle girl long ago. No, I should say no one could resist this charm, right? Pervasive like wind, yet moisturizing the whole body silently like water. When coming back to senses, realizing she was already a lamb at the mouth, even feeling being eaten was a kind of happiness. Just staying by her side, one could feel peace of mind and relaxation.

Thinking again about the later statement of marrying both together, although this was shameless, it was undeniable that there was indeed infinite attraction.

No, thinking this way, isn’t it the same even if not a man? Why be constrained by gender—

“Ah?”

As if something in her mind was pierced, or hit by a flash of inspiration, Nola’s expression was dull for a moment first. Then she sat up from the bed trembling. She realized an extremely serious problem, serious enough that she started to suspect if she was sick.

Maybe, of course, just maybe, maybe I li… like Fia? Or rather, hold ambiguous feelings above friends toward Fia, generated affection?

Impossible!

She really wanted to say this categorically. But when the words came to her mouth, her throat seemed stuck by air, unable to spit out even a syllable. Even trying hard to imagine the scene of saying it out loud in her mind, the pictures were all said in the form of jokes or awkwardness, without that determination belonging to herself at all.

Thinking carefully, whether saying she wanted to marry Fia, or constantly praising Fia and having fantasies about her, or even couldn’t help sniffing Fia’s clothes just now, and feeling melancholy and impatient as soon as hearing Fia was leaving. If she didn’t hold love above friends toward Fia, how could she do this series of things? Simply unexplainable.

Must be the estrus period!

She could answer like this. But why was Fia the only one treated as a fantasy object by her, not Claire, Ying, or others?

The answer was already on the horizon.

The Fire Cat named Nola had been attracted by the elf named Dofilia unknowingly. When she came back to her senses, she was already deep in it, unable to extricate herself.

She couldn’t believe this fact for a while, so much so that she was stunned for more than ten seconds. Not until the high-pitched excitement named love began to echo in her heart did she murmur with a face of disbelief.

“How can there be such a thing…”

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This sentence was said to herself, and speaking of herself.

When facing Fia’s jokes, she emphasized repeatedly that even if she died, she wouldn’t have feelings for this crow elf.

Isn’t this digging my own grave?

And when exactly did I fall in love? No, this isn’t the point. The point is, the point is…

Aaaah…

Once realizing the truth of the matter, Nola’s brain became uncontrollably chaotic. She stood up, yet didn’t know where to go. She felt her brain was a paste; thinking any way was marching on the spot. Clearly Fia was the person she should hate most, why did it turn into her falling in love with her? Besides, everyone was a woman—even if Fia was an elf, Nola also had an indescribable sense of shame. Although she also liked Claire, Claire had special meaning to her; she could like her calmly. Fia was different. She always felt she couldn’t face Fia frankly like facing Claire.

Speaking of which, Fia always teased her saying she fell in love with her whenever she had nothing to do. Could it be that she actually saw through her long ago?

With Fia’s wisdom, it was very likely so. She was the only party involved kept in the dark.

I am really a hopeless idiot!

Because she couldn’t think, she couldn’t even care about being shy. She just spun around in place anxiously, her cheeks red like ripe apples. Cursing her incompetence and weakness in her heart, how could she soften her heart toward the person who stole her Claire? Now she even fell in love with her. Saying it out would simply make people laugh their teeth off. How could there be such absurd things in the world!

But the fact was, no matter what she did at this moment, she couldn’t throw Fia’s figure out of her mind. Even the smell remaining on the tip of her nose lingered with Fia’s fragrance. Even just thinking of the time spent with Fia, her spirit calmed down, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably. This was clearly the appearance of a girl in love, and the love idiot type at that.

To sober herself up, she slapped herself hard. The stinging pain made her brain dazed, finally waking up from the trance. But she soon realized again she fell in love with someone she shouldn’t love, and even hugged her last night. Her ears burst into raging flames with a poof .

“No, Nola, you can’t be like this. If you are like this, what about Claire?”

She warned herself. Then, she realized what kind of statement she unintentionally made. Her burning nerves cooled rapidly.

Just now was right, what about Claire? I can’t betray Claire.

Better go out for a walk first… go out for a walk first…

Incomparably contradictory emotions entangled in her heart. Nola’s mind was in turmoil, leaving the room hurriedly.