Chapter 1367: 1367 Divine Game: Graveyard of Bones 89

Until Byme’s time ended and her figure slowly faded away into nothingness, she still could not say another word.

Rita had only just begun feeling a little more relaxed when someone else crouched beside her.

The scent of flowers alone was enough for Rita to know who it was.

BSCicada leaned closer and whispered:

"What was that about?"

Rita replied:

"You can go ask your god yourself."

BSCicada clicked her tongue.

"The way you talk sometimes is seriously irritating. So sarcastic."

Rita answered calmly:

"Teacher Lightchaser taught me that."

Over there, Lightchaser paused mid selection while picking lunchboxes and turned to Cinders.

"Did she just add a prefix before my name? Should I feel touched because she didn’t call me Cooking Teacher or Etiquette Teacher?"

Cinders focused entirely on polishing her greatsword without even lifting her eyelids.

"Maybe she thought about it carefully and realized you never taught her anything especially useful. She doesn’t even use daggers anymore."

Lightchaser: ???

Rita looked earnestly at BSCicada.

"If we keep talking, I’m going to get beaten up. I can’t chat with you anymore."

BSCicada: "..."

You were the one who brought up teachers in the first place...

Nivalis hurriedly dug out several more boxed meals packed from BS through the Gacha Machine and pushed them toward the elf.

"Teacher~ You’re angry, right? Hurry and choose. These are all her favorite foods. If you eat them, she won’t get any."

After Lightchaser finished picking, Nivalis carried her little Gacha Machine off to Mistblade and Maple Syrup.

Then, while enduring Rita’s death glare, she even delivered one to BSCicada too.

Rita truly had no way of dealing with this appearance obsessed dragon anymore.

Nivalis knew Rita would never actually get angry over something so trivial, but she still explained herself.

"Sometimes when you’re busy working in the captain’s room, Sister Smoke Tune tells me stories so I’ll fall asleep faster."

Crack.

BSCicada crushed the metal spoon in her hand.

The Vineborne looked coldly at Nivalis before finally grinding out through clenched teeth toward BS Rita:

"She must move out of your house!"

"It’s not like I stopped her. Sister Smoke Tune insisted on staying herself. She said she still hasn’t finished renovating my house..." Rita explained.

"Then I’ll move in," BSCicada declared.

"And stop using such disgusting nicknames!"

Rita raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Is that really the attitude you should use when speaking to the Adjudicator?"

Not far away, Lightchaser pointed at her and said to Cinders:

"See that? That’s what actual puberty looks like."

Cinders: "..."

Why are you sounding proud of this?

Another day passed.

After every Starsea player’s maximum HP recovered, Rita created a full HP and full soul fire archive for each of them.

That way, if they were teleported back again, as long as they had not earned any rewards, she could instantly reload their previous archive and restore them immediately.

And the terrifying part of Archive was not merely that it could be used on allies for recovery.

It could also be used on enemies.

For example, save an archive when the enemy had exhausted all their soul fire.

Then next time they met, she could start the fight by loading the archive and instantly reduce them to a crippled state.

Watching one Starsea player after another leave without looking back, weapons in hand, the Starsea stronghold gradually quieted down.

The Quiet Mountain players likely heard some rumors because none came here looking for her.

Starsea Lynx Duke’s voice sounded from nearby.

"Why don’t you help them? Or lead them in hunting Quiet Mountain players?"

Rita turned around.

Lynx Duke stood leaning against a tree with her arms crossed.

That cool and arrogant posture looked absurdly similar to Lightchaser.

Rita commented:

"You really resemble Lightchaser sometimes."

Lynx Duke frowned slightly and ordered:

"...Say that again in reverse."

Rita absolutely refused.

She quickly redirected the topic.

"Then they’d never speak to me again."

"But didn’t you do exactly that before? You gathered the Starsea players on the battlefield and achieved a massive victory."

"That was different." Rita’s tone turned serious.

"That was fighting alongside them.

"I can support them from behind. I can forcefully establish a safety line so they don’t keep pushing themselves during critical moments.

"But I can’t arrogantly strip away their right to fight."

Lightchaser.

Cinders.

Mistblade.

Maple Syrup.

Cicada.

Prayer.

JE.

Autumn Deer.

NightFury.

Frenzied Shark.

Every single one of them had clawed their own way upward through bloodshed.

Creatures seeking shelter under stronger beings could never become the strongest.

Anyone who had reached this point would never permit BS Rita to fight in their place.

Protecting their worlds was enough.

Ensuring they had no more worries was enough.

This was their battlefield.

"Especially Lightchaser," Rita said helplessly.

"If I dared help her kill enemies, or beat someone half to death for her to finish off, I don’t even want to imagine how furious she’d become."

After a long silence, Lynx Duke’s voice sounded again, growing more distant as she left.

"In the future, one minute of my time will be reserved waiting for you."

Not only that, a strand of ash gray hair drifted voluntarily into the My Sigh floating beside Rita’s head.

[Talent Ability "Fairytale" has been recorded.]

Rita muttered softly:

"That part’s like Lightchaser too." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Always so generous toward her.

Lightchaser never seemed worried about being surpassed by her student.

Even after becoming this strong, she still could not help wanting to give Rita more.

Make her stronger.

Then stronger still...

Rita closed her eyes and immersed herself once more in what she was doing.

Then at around seven the next morning, someone else sat beside her.

Rita did not open her eyes, but she could feel the other person staring at the side of her face.

Already guessing who it was, Rita: "..."

[You are being watched]...

Along with that notification, the person beside her whispered sneakily:

"BS Rita, BS Rita... did you hear the notification saying you’re being watched?"

Rita helplessly opened her eyes and looked at QM Foolishness, who was practically pressed against her.

"Do you know Beacon Byme?"

QM Foolishness never expected that question to be the first thing Rita said.

She froze briefly before answering:

"I’ve heard of her. Why?"

Rita gave a smile that looked fake enough to peel paint.

"You two would definitely get along."

QM Foolishness unexpectedly answered the joke seriously.

"She wove herself into a lie and chose to live inside it. We wouldn’t get along."

Rita truly had no way of dealing with overly serious people.

She could only switch topics.

"I heard the ’you are being watched’ notification, but I’m not sure if it was her.

"And seriously, you ruined my life. I still can’t believe she kept that sock."

QM Foolishness fell silent for a long while.

A faint blush spread across her pale face as she stammered awkwardly:

"...Then... then could you give the other one to me?"

Rita: "..."

You two aren’t actually original and copy, are you?

You’re twins, right?