["So it was you, no wonder I felt you were somewhat familiar before."] 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

[You shiver all over, because you’ve heard that voice before, it belongs to the Desire Mother Tree]

[Now, you find the Demon King’s whereabouts becoming unpredictable, and you start to worry that he might once again be influenced by the Desire Mother Tree as before]

[Looking at the Demon King’s coat, which you’ve cleaned and dried on the radiator, you choose:]

[Protect the senior, it’s the junior’s duty]

The scene unfolds.

Rephya cautiously observes Chloe’s actions.

Amber Hall is quite deserted late at night.

The members of the Extreme Association are all students; most prefer to stay in the dormitory.

Rephya is the same.

However, sometimes when collecting body data in the laboratory, it gets too late, and the senior doesn’t trust her to go back, so he’s arranged a room for her at Amber Hall.

But on closer thought, on Wednesdays, experiments end early, so she’s never stayed over at this time.

And on non-experiment days, neither Master Heisha nor Master Nini would stay overnight at Amber Hall.

If we also consider that none of the Extreme Association members stayed over...

Then on Wednesdays at this time, theoretically, only Chloe should be staying at Amber Hall.

An idea pops into Rephya’s mind immediately.

On Wednesday, after finishing the experiment, she says to the senior:

"Senior, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back early today, I’ve got plans for dinner with Aisha and the others."

"Alright, it’s still early, be careful on the way back."

"Okay, I’ll just go back to my room and grab a few things."

With that, Rephya hops towards her room, pretending to pick up things and leave.

Chloe pays her no mind.

Rephya is always like a lively and restless little deer, such capricious actions are nothing new to him.

On the other side.

Rephya tidies up her room, then turns off the lights, pretending she has left.

She takes out her telescope, keeping a close watch on the entrance of Amber Hall.

From afternoon until late at night, when her eyes are sore, as expected, she sees Abigail, wearing an orange dress with black edges, at the doorway.

Rephya is shocked to see her pass the facial recognition and enter Amber Hall directly.

At this moment, she realizes something is truly wrong.

The security system of Amber Hall is quite sophisticated.

Abigail didn’t seem to use any extraordinary means either.

So the most likely answer is...

Abigail already has access privileges to Amber Hall.

Rephya covers her mouth.

What to do?

What should be done?

The most troublesome thing has appeared.

Luckily, this is a simulation.

Rephya feels she can still salvage it.

So she immediately summons her courage and runs towards the senior’s room.

"Senior, I’m here to save you... huh?"

Rushing into the room, the scene makes the heroic maiden’s body tremble.

The straps of Abigail’s dress are off her shoulder, revealing her fair and delicate upper body.

She sits, blushing, on top of Chloe, her dress like unfolded petals covering Chloe’s body.

All those hidden and unspeakable things are submerged by the dress.

At this moment, Chloe’s finger is hooking the corner of the lockhole maiden’s mouth, she obediently licks it, like tasting delicious ice cream.

Judging only by this scene, Senior Chloe doesn’t seem to be the victim, rather the perpetrator.

Seeing Rephya appear, Abigail, who was gasping for breath, shows a trace of displeasure on her face.

In the next moment, she claps her hands.

The surrounding space begins folding infinitely, swallowing everything Rephya sees in front of her.

Like locking a door, very soon, Rephya finds herself outside the Amber Hall.

Abigail’s means, could they have even cut and rearranged the space?

Rephya only had time to see Abigail arduously trying to get up from Chloe, but the next moment, a pair of hands pull her back.

And then, she couldn’t see anything more.

[Meanwhile, outside Amber Hall, it’s snowing heavily, blanketing the roofs of the Extreme Association, a stunningly beautiful sight]

[You choose:]

[Choose to continue waiting in the heavy snow]

The biting cold wind seemed to penetrate every seam of my clothes, and before long, I heard the call connect, the Demon King’s voice said:

"Rephya, you can come up now."

The simulation unfolds.

Rephya pinched the bridge of her nose, looking at Chloe sitting on the sofa, her nose slightly twitching.

Perhaps her talent had recovered along with a significant rise in her Titan Path level, she had an illusion of smelling a certain scent.

"Senior, why? Why are you dealing with Evil God’s followers again, don’t you dislike them?"

"I do dislike the Evil God’s followers, but Abigail and I had an agreement."

"Huh?"

"Rephya, in life, before you have the power to overthrow everything, there are many things you can only choose to compromise."

Chloe told Rephya about his agreement with the Desire Mother Tree.

Rephya didn’t know why, but she felt a bit sad.

However, a voice in her heart told her that this was already the best choice.

She opened and closed her mouth, finally voicing what was in her heart:

"Senior, I’m really worried something might happen to you."

"What could happen to me?" Chloe shook his head and said, "Besides finding a reason for myself and turning into a jerk, I’m fine otherwise."

To be honest, if it weren’t for this relationship being so awkward, he should be thoroughly happy.

After all, a cute girl stands in front of you and tells you:

"Brother is the most important to me."

That kind of bliss is a scenario that many dare not dream of.

But mixing in the Desire Mother Tree, it ruins the mood a bit.

Somehow, even though Abigail wasn’t its human form, the Desire Mother Tree could easily descend upon her.

So sometimes, during the process, the Desire Mother Tree would appear and perform to meet its quota.

"Can you guarantee it won’t hurt you?"

"I can’t."

"Then I’ll accompany Senior to report it to the higher-ups."

"It’s useless, they can’t find anything abnormal about Abigail."

"..."

"Don’t worry, Xiaolu, I know what I’m doing. Besides, honestly, feeling happy while avoiding responsibility is quite enjoyable."

Chloe pondered whether he shouldn’t let himself go in the simulation and wait to get hit in reality instead?

Rephya was speechless.

Just then, Abigail emerged, fresh from cleaning up, she gently gave Chloe a kiss and said:

"Brother was quite rough today; don’t be like this to your future sister-in-law."

Then she glanced at Rephya and said:

"Brother, is Rephya my new sister-in-law?"

With a thud.

Rephya’s mind went blank.

"Who, who is your sister-in-law! You Evil God’s follower!"

Abigail tilted her head and said:

"I am indeed an Evil God’s follower, after all, the True God wouldn’t help me find brother, the Evil God could, hence the Evil God is worth my belief."

She spoke in an incredibly calm voice, delivering words that shocked Xiaolu for a whole year.

"You prayed to the Evil God to find Senior?"

Abigail nodded, as if it were right and proper, saying:

"I prayed to the gods, and only the Desire Mother Tree responded."

However, with an expressionless face, she touched her abdomen, a slight smile curling her lips, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg:

"Though it can’t be out in the open, having Chloe’s child makes me very happy."

In her eyes spread a sentiment Rephya couldn’t understand.

A feeling of withering, as if washed away by time, spread across her being.

Chloe sighed and said:

"Abigail, is this really worth it? You know how vigilant I am about the Desire Mother Tree."

Abigail kissed him gently on the lip corner and said:

"If brother truly feels guilty, then maybe nurture Rephya, she has the potential of a Heroic Maiden, maybe she’ll have a chance to enter that maze?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

"When the Heroic Maiden draws the Chosen Sword, you’ll understand, so... let me stay with brother a bit longer."

"You cannot understand her actions, this one-sided love getting no reciprocation, twisted and full of pressure, but why can she speak so naturally?"

"Faced with such an Abigail, you are furious, asymmetrical love only breeds tragedy, but she earnestly asks you, hoping you’ll explore the Heroic Maiden’s maze, and you choose:"

"Mess with me, and you’re messing with cotton."