## Chapter 245: Sparks Fly in the Morning

## Chapter 245: Sparks Fly in the Morning

Thus, on the morning of the second day, which I had expected to be calm, Morrissa woke up very early. To be precise, she woke up much earlier than usual today.

"Shuffle shuffle—"

Wearing that snow-white robe, of which she seemed to have countless replacements, the overly long sleeves covered her Small Hand gripping the Mop. She ran up the Stairs with small, laborious steps. Anyone who didn't know better would truly think she was a diligent Little Maid.

"Bang—"

Just as she was about to reach the Second Floor, only one Stairs away from the top, she suddenly went "splat". Her Body fell straight down like a rigid tree trunk, landing face-first spectacularly on the Long Corridor of the Second Floor, making a loud crashing sound that made anyone hearing it feel a pang of sympathy for her plight...

This just goes to show that scenes in cartoons where characters in Long Skirts can run fast are deceptive. An overly long skirt hem brings great inconvenience to walking, especially for certain people who inherently possess the tendency to fall down.

"Mmmph~~"

She lay silently on the Floor of the Long Corridor like a corpse for a while before whimpering and propping herself up. One Small Hand kept rubbing her faintly aching little nose, while the other hand "patted" the white robe that had picked up dust.

Then, she turned her Head and quietly looked at the Stairs behind her, which seemed too large for her height. Her Face was expressionless, as usual. However, there was no need to spend too much energy trying to guess her Mood from that blank Face at this moment, because the entire Staircase was slowly being covered by a layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye...

If one disregarded the Common Sense of Ordinary People, ignored that Face, and carefully observed her actions, Morrissa's Mood was not that difficult to figure out. This was because she wasn't deliberately hiding her Emotions; she just wasn't good at expressing them with her Face.

After covering the entire Staircase, inside and out, with a layer of Ice, the Princess, having finished her venting, bent down to pick up the Mop that had fallen to the Ground. She continued "shuffling" towards a certain Room. Her Pace was noticeably lighter, almost tiptoeing by the end.

"Bang—"

Before she could even begin to implement whatever Conspiracy she was planning in her heart, the Door suddenly opened.

Shaerna, completely Naked, walked out of the Room. That beautiful Physique, which could make even God marvel, not only revealed the delicate and soft curves unique to a Young Girl but also gave off the agility and Burst Power of a Cheetah. A few shocking Scars on her Milk-like Skin did not diminish the Perfect Body. Instead, they added a strange Charm. And that Elf Tribe's signature pure and gentle Face, followed closely by her long, golden Hair that seemed to flare out, and that cold, confident smile that seemed to have been fixed at the Corner of the Mouth since birth, and a Temperament / Aura so full of Pride that one could only look up to her – even being Naked didn't feel out of place at all. Instead, it created the Illusion that this was the most Natural thing, and that it was *I* who should feel awkward wearing Armor/Clothing.

Even Morrissa was momentarily lost in thought. Surpassing the extreme of beauty, Appearance, Figure, Temperament / Aura, powerful Strength, and the never-fading Confidence on her Face – did this Hateful Woman truly have a Weakness?

Of course, this was only for a moment. Although the Little Princess's Face never showed it, In One's Heart, she was extremely stubborn. She watched indifferently as Shaerna swept past her like a Gentle Breeze, completely treating her like Wild Grass by the roadside, ignoring her without even a glance.

This Hateful Woman.

"Crack—" Naturally, there was no Change in her Face, but the Mop gripped in her tender Small Hand emitted a crisp sound.

Thus, the scapegoat appeared.

Following right behind the Door was a poor Man wearing pajamas, with a Face full of yawns.

"Let me state this beforehand, your Mood right now shouldn't be very good—although this is just my Guess, if that's the case, please don't pick on me."

The moment I stepped out of the Door and saw Morrissa, the Seventh Sense of a Man exploded at ten times the speed of the Universe's expansion. A chill ran through me, my sleepiness vanished without a trace, and I adopted a defensive stance, watching the Three-No Princess vigilantly. Perhaps having spent some Time together, even though she still wore a deadpan Face, my Seventh Sense could still keenly Sense whether her Mood was good or bad, then quickly Feedback to my Brain and react swiftly.

"Hmph—" Expressionless, the Three-No Princess let out a faint hum that others couldn't Sense.

"Master, congratulations on taking the first step towards becoming a beast."

Looking in the Direction where Shaerna had disappeared, Morrissa turned her Head away, as if something dirty had grown on my Face and she couldn't bear to look at me again. Her Small Mouth mechanically spat out a few syllables.

"While I wouldn't mind such a Matter happening, things aren't like what you're thinking In One's Brain. I told you not to read those improper books, why can't you just listen obediently?"

Looking at this Little Loli who was beyond help, I let out a rather tragic and solemn sigh. I was about to look up and gaze afar, pretending to reminisce about the past, but gave up when I realized there was only the Ceiling above. So, the Fact is, until Older Sister has a full understanding of physiological Knowledge or is willing to be a Good Girl on the Bed (this possibility is absolutely zero), I will absolutely not take risks with my Body again. Every time I think of the last Experience, I can't help but feel a faint Pain, ugh, it's real Pain...

However, why does this sentence sound a bit familiar? Is it an Illusion?

"It's nothing, Master, you don't need to mind at all. Incest isn't that big of a deal either." The Three-No Princess still had her Head turned away. Although her Face showed no Change, I always felt a scheming sense from the slight hook at the Corner of the Mouth the moment she spoke, as if she was sneering inwardly.

"I already told you that what you're imagining In One's Brain didn't happen, and Sister Sha'erna and I aren't biological siblings. Besides, where did you get the Conclusion that incest isn't a big deal? Did you read those books all night again? Don't you think it would be better to first organize the messy things In One's Brain?"

I once again felt an Impulse to flip the table. I pressed my Big Hand down hard on her huge, soft hat, rubbing it crooked before finally stopping.

"Anyway, put away those crooked thoughts first. Since you're up early for a change, Breakfast will be Trouble for you."

I glanced at the Three-No Princess who was trying hard to straighten her hat. I was very curious why she was holding a Mop In hand right now, but asking would probably be in vain. Forget it, besides being in a bad Mood, she seemed no different from usual. It seems she did listen to those words last night.

Having no concept of a Woman's Persistence in certain aspects, I thought this self-righteously, then walked with a light Pace to wash up.

"Wow—"

A clattering sound rang out, followed by continuous landing sounds as objects experienced Gravitational Acceleration. Even the entire Small Villa seemed to shake a few times.

"Which Bastard froze the Stairs?!—" Immediately after, a helpless groan from the Accident victim came from downstairs...

"You can even slip in a Place like this, what will you do when you get to Harrogath?" Older Sister's scolding Voice, angry at someone for not living up to expectations, followed closely.

"Don't worry, Older Sister, there's something called ice skates in this Sanctuary..."

"Do you want to slide directly into Baal's Lair?"

After a period of chaos, Breakfast time finally arrived. Sitting on the chair, it would be false to say I wasn't nervous. Having spent a period of Time together, neither long nor short, made me clearly realize that the Three-No Princess was not that easy to Yield... No, she should even be described as someone who likes to get stuck on minor points. I was truly afraid this Little Fellow would worsen and come up with some crooked thoughts; that wouldn't be something that could be settled by just being teased again.

Under my uneasy Gaze, Morrissa finally appeared. She carried an exquisite, snow-white Porcelain Plate in hand, placing it respectfully in front of me like a well-behaved, Excellent Handmaiden. Every Pace, Action, and Posture was so Impeccable. Of course, Expression excluded...

Oh oh oh, this is...

My Eyes shining, I looked at the Food on the Plate. It was a huge piece of unknown Meat, roasted to a golden color, with a thick layer of Honey coated on the surface. I could feel the crispy outer layer without even touching it. Just the right amount of browned fat seeped out from the Meat, emitting an Unparalleled Fragrance. Just smelling it made me Drool. This was a Delicacy only available when Morrissa was in an especially good Mood.

Although I still felt a bit of Unease In One's Heart, not understanding why the Little Loli Princess's Emotions changed so quickly, I still felt relief and wanted to give her a big hug, then stroke her Little head like rewarding a Little Dog: Good girl, good girl, I'm not dreaming, am I? I didn't expect you to actually listen to my words. I'm so touched. This is the first Time I've truly felt the Existence of our Master and Servant relationship.

But soon, the Smile on my Face, which hadn't had Time to fade, stiffened. I saw Morrissa, who had just walked in again, holding a worn-out Wooden Bowl in one hand. As if sending away a beggar, she impolitely placed it in front of Sister Sha'erna. If my Seventh Sense wasn't malfunctioning, she even threw in a free cold hum in her heart.

I stared, stunned, at the things inside the bowls. One of them seemed to contain White Rice soaked in some yellowed Boiling Water—could this be the legendary Rice with boiling water? And it faintly emitted a sour smell. The other one contained some Bone, gnawed very clean. I say, this can't even be considered Leftovers anymore, right? It was definitely gnawed on, right? It was definitely gnawed clean by you, right?

I pointed at the two bowls, my Face twitching, and looked at Morrissa: "Can you explain what this thing is?"

"This is Breakfast."

Morrissa answered as if it were the most Natural thing, as if I had asked an Idiotic Problem. She paused, then added again.

"It's Breakfast for treating Guests."

You might as well add the four words "unwelcome". There's no Difference anymore.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Older Sister is not a Guest, and I don't remember setting a Rule about treating Guests with this kind of thing." I glanced at Older Sister, who was sneering. Not good.

"In my eyes, only you, Master, are my only Master! Besides you, everyone else, I will never acknowledge!!"

Morrissa subtly avoided the latter Problem, her Eyes brimming as she looked at me, putting on a pitiful and lovable appearance that seemed to say, "Master, as long as you don't abandon me, I can do anything you want." Of course, coupled with that Face unable to express Emotions, her Acting Skill still appeared very clumsy.

At this moment, should I play the bad guy and rush up to give her a good scolding to dispel Older Sister's Anger?

"Enough."

Sister Sha'erna made a Gesture towards me. The Smile on her Face hadn't changed at all. Morrissa's meaningless confrontational behavior didn't affect her in the slightest. This was a Gap in absolute Strength, not something that could be made up for by anything. Would you pay attention if an Ant bared its fangs and claws at you? From beginning to end, Shaerna was too lazy to even glance at her. She elegantly changed to a comfortable Sitting Posture. Pointing in front of her table, she said in a commanding tone.

"Carry these two bowls and run a lap around Lut Gholein City."

Regarding Shaerna's disregard, Morrissa also turned her Head away, adopting an indifferent attitude. However, it was a pity that there was still me, the Master she currently could not disobey. This was probably also within Sister Shaerna's expectations.

I spread my hands helplessly, pointed at the Wooden Bowl, then pointed at the Doorway/Entrance. The Meaning was very straightforward—just do as I say. Aren't you satisfied with having saved your Little life?

Thus, our Three-No Princess, with her Cheeks puffed red, went for a walk, carrying a sour, broken Wooden Bowl in each hand.

"Let's eat outside," Older Sister said, pulling me up.

"What a pity. We should first divide and eat the Roasted Meat before talking," I said pitifully, trying hard to make Older Sister understand with my Gaze that Morrissa's Cooking was actually very skilled, provided she was willing to put her Heart into it.

"..."

Looking at me with a Very Dangerous Gaze, Sister Sha'erna suddenly took out a bottle of something unknown and sprinkled it on the Roasted Meat, then made an appearance of 'do as you please'.

"If you want to eat, then eat."

"Can I ask, what did you just put?" I looked at the white solid Powder gradually dissolving into the Roasted Meat, trembling with fear, feeling that if I took a bite, even getting pregnant wouldn't be strange.

Unexpectedly, Older Sister gave me an extremely ordinary Answer.

"It's not something bad. Just some specially made Medicine. After eating it, you'll keep sneezing. It's one of the types often used in the Tribe when capturing large Beasts alive."

At first listen, it seemed to have no Flaw, but I always felt that no matter how I looked at Older Sister's current Expression, she had ill intentions. That plate of fragrant Roasted Meat had, at this moment, become a large Trap used for hunting Beasts in my eyes.

"Alright, let's go."

(end of chapter)