Mage Manual-Chapter 1448 - 1055: The Maid’s Apology (Part 3)

Vishi ran back to the living room on the first floor before stopping, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid, her face turning rosy, and her heart pounding.

Ash’s words echoed in her mind, and Vishi spat, "Still dreaming of dragging my Ghost Prophet to join you in the grave, dream on!"

She took a deep breath, slowly calming her emotions, clearing out all the pink thoughts from her mind, and returning to being the normal Demon Maid.

She turned and saw a can of milk coffee on the cabinet, picked it up casually intending to throw it in the trash, but after shaking it, she felt that there was still a tenth left inside.

At that moment, Vishi remembered a small matter.

Earlier in the basement, Ash had directly touched the blue mark with his fingers without causing Love Separation to explode, indicating he felt love. But at that time, Vishi hadn’t told him it was a necromancy mark, and Ash didn’t consider it to represent Harvey’s necromancy mark, so the love in his heart wasn’t for a lost friend but...

A few seconds later, Vishi tossed the milk coffee, now entirely emptied, into the trash can, then squatted down beside the trash can herself, holding her head with a confused expression that questioned her life’s choices.

What foolishness was I doing just now...

I am the Ghost Prophet...

How can I be like this...

She reflected on herself in front of the trash can for quite a while, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand and walked into the bathroom with a lost expression. Outside the bathroom was a dry area for laundry and changing clothes, where she could throw her shower clothes directly into the washing machine.

Vishi stepped out of her short boots onto the towel rug, her maid outfit dissolving into flames, leaving only her underwear. Her thumbs hooked onto either side of her panties, she bent over and pulled them down, looking at the questionable moisture mark on the soft fabric and sighed helplessly against the wall.

She turned her head and saw her pointed elven ears and flawless Demigod soul body in the mirror.

Now I can’t use "an uncontrollable human female body" as an excuse...

Snap.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Vishi remembered she hadn’t locked it. She looked up, meeting the gaze of the Sword Maiden.

Sonia seemed to have just finished bathing but hadn’t dried her hair, her shoulder-length red hair emitting vapor, a dry towel hanging around her neck, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, kicking slippers, exuding the charm of a homey girl.

This was Vishi’s first major blunder; perhaps due to surprise or other reasons, she hesitated for two seconds before hiding the panties behind her back, but that was enough for a Demigod Sword Master to notice all the details, including the suspicious mark.

Sonia closed the door and approached Vishi, who was nearly naked. Her slippers silently stepping on the soft carpet felt heavy to Vishi’s heart, and she immediately switched from her anxious state to the combat readiness of the Ghost Prophet, staring directly at Sonia.

Sonia approached Vishi and reached out her hand.

She opened the nearby dryer, took out the warm clothes inside, held them in her arms, and, ignoring the maid, turned to leave.

But at this moment, Vishi’s soul intuition sounded an alarm—she wasn’t as familiar with the Sword Maiden as the Witch and Silver Lamp, but she knew she absolutely couldn’t let her leave like this, or there would be consequences she couldn’t bear!

Vishi decisively grabbed the Sword Maiden’s arm, and the Sword Maiden glanced back at her, her look reminiscent of a Grave Digger’s final glance before sealing the coffin lid.

Vishi’s mind raced, weaving countless reasons and excuses, but after three seconds, she lowered her head and whispered:

"I’m sorry."

In that moment, her surprise almost dispelled the dark clouds in Sonia’s heart. She couldn’t help but laugh, "In my impression, the Ghost Prophet is supposed to be eloquent... This sentence really changed my view of you."

"I can give you countless reasons to make you happy," Vishi said, "but the only thing you want to hear is this."

However, Sonia shook her head, "You don’t need to apologize, especially not to me. Feelings aren’t wrong; who can restrain themselves from falling head over heels for others? Even millennia-old Demigods fall to earth, sometimes I don’t know whether to complain about my vision being too good or too bad."

Vishi shook her head, "I don’t want to be involved with you all—"

"I don’t care," Sonia calmly stated, "Whatever you want to do, I don’t care."

She brushed away Vishi’s hand and headed straight for the bathroom door. Vishi retreated a step against the wall, silently clutching the panties in her hand, a mess of thoughts swirling in her mind without knowing what to do.

Snap!

A sudden sound erupted in the bathroom, clouds rolling across Vishi’s face. The naked maid stared blankly at the Sword Maiden who dashed over, watching her hand that was just a sliver away from slapping Vishi’s head off.

"I’m sorry."

Vishi’s second apology carried a hint of bitterness and a touch more sincerity.

Sonia shook her head, retracted her hand, and left the bathroom holding the clothes. Vishi sat down cross-legged and muttered, "Ash, you’re in trouble this time..."

...

...

Villa third floor, terrace.

Because the terrace had an automatic canopy that could be extended or retracted, it was able to block wind and snow in stormy weather. The terrace also had seats and ambient lights, making it ideal for lounging in good weather to gaze at the starry sky, adding a touch of life.

However, although the snow had lessened, it hadn’t stopped, and the night sky was still dim with no stars to be seen. Sonia wrapped herself in a coral fleece bathrobe as she walked to the terrace, leaned against the rail at the edge, and amidst the swirling snowflakes, the lights of Jiale City seemed even warmer.

This was the city Sonia longed for, where in movies, those living here were glamorous, managing affairs in high-end office buildings by day, and indulging in vibrant bars by night—a concentration of all the world’s goodness for a girl living in a remote village.

Only after living here did Sonia realize that people here also had worries, they too couldn’t find happiness, were often unsuccessful, and had to endure grievances. Everyone lived in an ocean of desires, the more they thirst, the more they drink, never satisfied, always wanting more.

She was no exception.

Sonia took out a delicate cigarette box she had bought conveniently from a store, unsure why she decided to buy it... but she felt she needed it.

She pulled out a cigarette, her fingers clumsily holding it, and gently placed it in her mouth. There was no lighter, but she didn’t need one either.

Snap. A small flame arose from her fingertip, lighting up Sonia’s ruby eyes. As the flame flickered, the ruby eyes alternated between bright and dark. The cold and snow seemed to vanish instantly; she had arrived at the center of a dark world, empty yet her soul felt warm.

The tobacco shrank shyly in the warmth of the flame, emitting a wisp of lonely, self-appreciating smoke. Sonia closed her eyes to experience this miracle ordinary people use to escape sadness—

Scorch.

The cigarette tip emitted the sizzling sound of burning flesh.

Sonia opened her eyes to see Ash beside her, looking down as he extinguished her newly lit cigarette with his palm.