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Chapter 579: Chapter 232: Wake Up, My King

"They already have issues they cannot solve." Xi Mu chuckled lightly, pointing toward the sofa:

"Even though you’ve lost your memories, we were once very close friends. Come and chat with me."

The white-haired girl hesitated for a moment, her face expressionless, and said, "According to the prophecy of the Three Goddesses of Fate, I should have been coerced into joining the Church of Death by you. You also brought danger to my little shop."

She had a thorough understanding of the prophecy by the Three Goddesses of Fate, especially the parts concerning herself, and discovered that Ahtal had been toying with her like a pawn.

By no means did it seem like they had a good relationship.

"But that doesn’t stop us from getting along well." Xi Mu walked over, sat down on the sofa, and said nonchalantly:

"If you had a soul, perhaps the Time Witch would allow you to retain your future memories."

"There’s nothing surprising about that." The white-haired girl replied calmly, "After all, I am just..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Ahtal turn his head and flash a helpless smile:

"That’s why I’m considering whether to bestow a soul upon you," Xi Mu said. "However, you don’t seem too keen on accepting such a blessing."

The white-haired girl’s face instantly showed a conflicted expression upon hearing this.

She originally had no interest in the blessing mentioned by Ahtal, but the mention of a soul stirred something deep within her.

As a creation of the Alchemical Witch, she was born without a soul and had always considered herself a puppet.

And now, she had the chance to attain a soul. Sleipnir.

"Why do you look so troubled?" Sleipnir’s face showed puzzlement, and then he heard the white-haired girl sigh softly, her delicate and refined face showing a mix of unwillingness and helplessness.

"It feels like I’m being manipulated by Ahtal, and I don’t want to admit defeat."

Xi Mu laughed despite himself. "How could I ever manipulate you? I’m sincerely trying to help you."

The white-haired girl hesitated for a moment. The allure of having a soul eventually won out, and she nodded lightly, saying:

"Then I’ll trouble you with this."

"Come and chat with me, then." Xi Mu patted the soft couch beside him, and the white-haired girl walked over at his words, sitting beside Ahtal. She even politely poured four cups of red tea.

"This will be my first time granting someone a soul. Once I feel confident in a few days, I’ll give you a soul."

"Thank you." The white-haired girl had no objections. For such an important matter, being cautious was the correct approach. She herself didn’t want any accidents, and a few days would pass quickly for her.

"There’s no need to thank me. It’s not difficult for me." Xi Mu gently shook his head and then shifted the topic:

"By the way, have all the residents of the Iris Flower Kingdom turned into Alchemical Puppets?"

"Some still retain their human form." Letixia held her teacup and explained softly to Ahtal, "The bodies of Alchemical Puppets are more resilient."

Xi Mu nodded and said, "If something breaks, you can always replace the parts."

"The body parts are not designed for casual replacement," the white-haired girl lightly shook her head. "I don’t want to add unnecessary work."

Currently, many of the body components used by the residents of the Iris Flower Kingdom were crafted by her. Allowing them to replace parts at will would significantly increase her workload.

"I detest meaningless work as well." Xi Mu yawned, his gaze meeting Letixia’s. "I’d rather spend more time sleeping."

The white-haired girl blinked when she saw this, observing the subtle dynamics between Ahtal and Letixia. Her refined face showed a look of realization as she downed her entire cup of tea in one gulp and stood up, resting her pale knees against the table:

"I still have a lot to deal with, so I won’t intrude on your reunion any longer." With those words, she turned decisively and disappeared out the door moments later.

This simulated world held all the information necessary for existence, meaning it included all data concerning the human body. Apart from the inability to reproduce naturally, every sensation and interaction could be fully experienced—enabling deep and meaningful connections.

Of course, it was merely a collision of consciousness; the physical body in the real world remained untouched.

The following day.

At noon.

In a dimly lit room, the low murmurs of a girl could faintly be heard. Beneath the quilt, a pale, delicate foot reflexively curled its toes.

Ragged breathing gradually became calm.

A moment later, the quilt was gently pulled down, revealing Xi Mu and Letixia. Their bodies were pressed closely together, their warmth palpable against one another.

Xi Mu turned his head to observe the girl beside him. Her golden hair, like strands of fine sand, clung to her flawless face. Through the gaps in the quilt, her soft, full curves could be faintly seen, rising and falling against her labored breaths—a silent testament to her weariness.

"Would you like to take a bath?" He brushed away strands of hair sticking to Letixia’s cheek. But she stayed silent, clinging to him tighter, like a kitten seeking comfort.

The dim room fell into an almost profound silence, rendering words meaningless for a time.

Moments stretched—perhaps only seconds, or perhaps far longer.

"Knock, knock." A sudden knock at the door broke the stillness, followed by the voice of the white-haired girl:

"Letixia, are you training today?"

"..."

Letixia lifted her delicate face, her emerald eyes holding a questioning look. Upon seeing Ahtal shake his head,

she responded to the girl outside the door:

"Not today."

"Understood." The white-haired girl’s voice echoed from beyond the door, soon followed by the sound of fading footsteps.

"Get up, let me show you around the Iris Flower Kingdom as it is now." Letixia propped herself up on the bed, her flowing golden hair sliding over her fragrant shoulder, cascading gently onto Ahtal’s face.