Chapter 375 The Singing Maiden <TOC> Chapter 377 Fairy Epic
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A girl as small as a thumb, her eyes and hairband were the same light green color, like the fresh new green of tender buds in early spring.
Despite having just experienced a fainting spell, the thumb-sized girl showed no trace of fear in her eyes. Instead, she sat up curiously, examining the suddenly changed environment.
The luxurious, golden fantasy world, the large and magnificent furniture, even the chandelier was countless times bigger than her body, dazzling like the sun. The girl seemed to have unwittingly entered a world of giants, filled with bewilderment and curiosity about her surroundings.
“What are you curious about?” A clear voice echoed in the girl’s ears.
The girl struggled to raise her head, looking at a “giant” sitting across from her: “Are you talking to me?”
Angel nodded.
The girl suddenly smiled, her eyes beaming: “I really like your voice. It’s clear and crisp, like a stream caressed by the morning breeze. It’s very pleasant.”
Angel paused for a moment, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile: “Thank you for the compliment, it’s my honor.”
“Everything here is so big and beautiful.” The girl admired as she touched the intricately carved plate and the teacup that was nearly her size.
Angel pointed to a glass that was slightly smaller but still nearly as tall as the girl’s waist and said: “Milkshake, please enjoy it if you don’t mind.”
The girl sniffed the sweet scent of milk, her pink little tongue licking her lips: “Thank you, but this is too big for me to use.” The girl pointed at a small spoon inserted in the glass, looking regretful.
To Angel, it was a small spoon, but to the thumb-sized girl, it was even bigger than a mallet.
Shadow snickered nearby: “See? She can’t even eat it, you might as well let me have it.”
As Shadow spoke, he reached out to grab the glass filled with milkshake.
Envy filled the girl’s eyes as she watched Shadow’s large hand lift the glass.
—This milkshake looks so fragrant and sweet… Her grandmother never let her eat sweets, but she loved sweets the most, especially the layer of whipped cream on top of the milkshake. How wonderful it would be if she could eat it all.
Just as Shadow was about to taste the milkshake with the small spoon, Angel grabbed a metal fork and jabbed it toward Shadow’s hand.
Shadow was startled and let go of the glass.
Angel smoothly caught the glass and placed it back in front of the girl.
Shadow: “What are you doing? She can’t eat it anyway. Don’t waste it!”
Angel coldly ignored Shadow’s words, not bothering to respond. Using his Magic Hand, he took the small spoon from the glass, and with a melting spell, he effortlessly transformed the spoon into one as tiny as a grain of rice within seconds.
Using a cooling spell to lower the temperature, Angel placed the little spoon back in front of the girl.
The girl received the spoon, her eyes gleaming with joy, gratefully holding it and repeatedly thanking Angel: “This spoon is perfect, can I really enjoy this dessert?”
Angel gestured: “Please, help yourself.”
As the girl cheerfully indulged, a faint light flickered in the eyes of Shadow sitting on the other side. He had always thought the claim that Mask could practice alchemy was a lie. As it turned out, his alchemy skills were quite extraordinary. He had touched the spoon just now, and it was made of ordinary glass material, no different from other materials. If such an ordinary material were to be melted using the heat fusion method, it would turn into liquid glass if not handled carefully.
But Mask’s alchemy was effortless, and within just two or three seconds, he transformed the regular-sized spoon into a tiny, rice-sized spoon. Moreover, Shadow had carefully examined it with his mental tendrils, and Mask had even taken the time to carve a cartoon image on the spoon’s handle.
A kitten or perhaps a bunny, wearing a bow and a lace dress, standing upright?
It was impressive that Mask could achieve this with such a short time and ordinary material, which indicated that his expertise in alchemy was not low.
“I didn’t expect your alchemy skills to be quite good. When will you refine some for me?” Shadow’s voice came through the mental connection.
Angel ignored Shadow, focusing on the girl happily eating her dessert.
His creation of the so-called milk shaved ice was merely a result of using cold air to solidify the milk and scraping some light whipped cream on top – it wasn’t a sophisticated dessert spell. Still, seeing the girl’s enthusiasm, Angel couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
As a child raised in a long-established noble family, Angel would not speak during meals, so the table was silent for a moment.
It was the thumb-sized girl who opened the conversation: “This is so delicious! Grandma never lets me have sweets. I didn’t expect to be rewarded today after being forced to practice singing by her early in the morning!”
“Why doesn’t your grandmother let you have sweets?” Since the girl was willing to talk, Angel followed her topic.
“Well…” The girl had a delicate and beautiful face, and she shyly rubbed her pert nose: “Because Grandma says that eating sweets will cause tooth decay, and then it won’t look good when singing hymns.”
“Shouldn’t singing hymns only involve listening to the voice?”
“I think so too, but Grandma always says that when singing hymns, people from the Holy Castle will be listening. If I get selected to join the Sky Choir, I can go to the Holy Castle and sing hymns for the queen!”
“Holy Castle?” Angel looked at Shadow, who also showed a thoughtful expression.
“Aren’t you people from the Holy Castle?” the girl asked.
Angel was about to speak when Shadow interrupted him, smiling and saying: “You’re not afraid of us because you know we’re from the Holy Castle?”
Using a rhetorical question, Shadow subtly put on the “Holy Castle” hat for himself.
“Yes. I once went to the central capital, Ciporak, to attend a festival and saw you all there secretly. Although the lady from the Holy Castle at the time was a beautiful elder sister, I remember your features, all so tall. It’s just that it was the high priest who was speaking to you then, and I didn’t dare to approach.”
The girl’s words revealed some information that made both Angel and Shadow begin to ponder.
Angel’s focus was on Ciporak. The name of this city reminded him of the predecessor of Votegrass – Siporak. The two names differed only by one symbol, and it seemed that after a thousand years, the Kulukuka people still could not forget the city they once lived in.
Shadow’s focus, however, was on the “elder sister” from the Holy Castle that the girl mentioned. He asked the girl in detail about the appearance of the “elder sister” she spoke of.
“I remember the elder sister had beautiful golden long hair, curly, like the undulating clouds before the rain. She had a pair of brown eyes, and a deep red mole at the corner of her lips… Ah, she was also wearing a long red robe,” the girl recalled the woman she had seen at the festival while eating her milk snow ice.
After listening to the girl’s description, Shadow communicated to Angel through their mental connection: “She must be talking about the Old Witch’s apprentice. If the information she provided is true, it should be ‘Forgiving Witch’ Fiona. She and I are both peak apprentices.”
Shadow smiled and turned to the girl: “I see, you’re talking about Fiona, she’s my beloved wife.”
The girl exclaimed in surprise: “Yes! I vaguely heard the high priest calling the elder sister’s name, it was Fi…”
“Fiona,” Shadow reminded her with a smile.
“Fiona! Yes, it’s Lady Fiona! I didn’t expect her to be your wife, you two must be very happy, right?”
Shadow shamelessly replied: “Of course, she’s madly in love with me, clinging to my hand during the day, and at night she licks…”
With a sudden snap of his fingers, Angel interrupted Shadow mid-sentence, causing him to suddenly lose the ability to speak, not because his throat was restrained, but somehow, he forgot how to produce sound from his organs.
Shadow was startled and quickly checked himself, finding a strange aura had entered his brow. Just as he was about to expel it, Angel waved his hand, and the aura left his brow, drifting back into the Nightmare Domain.
Angel turned his head coldly and looked at Shadow, who wore a sincere expression while telling a huge lie: “Don’t deceive yourself with your own lie.”
Shadow chuckled: “One must complete the whole act.”
With the forced extra drama over, Shadow asked with a smile: “I heard that the Holy Castle will be sending someone again soon?”
The girl obediently nodded her head. The white milk snow ice paired with the green-skirted thumb girl somehow looked very appetizing.
“Yes, the grand festival is the day after tomorrow.” The girl’s pure eyes suddenly showed a hint of confusion: “Hat Uncle, why did the Holy Castle suddenly change the date of the festival?”
Hat Uncle? Angel and Shadow looked at each other, and since Angel’s hat had already been removed and placed on the table, the girl must have been asking Shadow.
Shadow removed his wide-brimmed hat, revealing a strikingly handsome face: “Do I look like an uncle? Be good, call me brother.”
“Hat Brother?”
“Don’t just say ‘hat’, my name is Diavolo. You can call me Brother Diavolo.”
Shadow finished speaking and looked at Angel.
“My real name is Diavolo. Won’t you introduce yourself?” Shadow communicated telepathically.
Angel glanced at Shadow and whispered to the girl: “My name is Angel. How about you?”
Angel? Shadow immediately searched his mind for this name… but found no information.
In the meantime, the girl licked the milk residue from the corner of her mouth, took out a white silk handkerchief from her puffy skirt, wiped her mouth clean, and then gracefully lifted her skirt to perform a curtsy: “I am Babaya from Woodbud Village, pleased to meet you both.”
Shadow: “You said the Holy Castle suddenly changed the date?”
The girl named Babaya nodded: “Yes, I was originally able to be lazy, but because the grand festival was suddenly moved from two months later, during the New Year, to this month, I was forced to practice singing every morning by my grandmother. Brother Diavolo, why did you suddenly change the date?”
Shadow naturally didn’t know why, but he had many ways to deal with such a naive girl: “That’s a secret; you’ll know when the time comes.” Pausing for a moment, Shadow began to change the topic, “Your grandmother wants you to practice singing because you will perform at the grand festival?”
Babaya, with a bit of modesty and some impatient pride, said: “Yes! I was chosen by the choir and will perform in Ciporak. We’re leaving tomorrow. I didn’t expect to meet the Holy Castle officials before departure.”
“Brother Diavolo, are you the one responsible for selecting the Sky Choir for this Holy Castle’s descent?”