Book 11: Chapter 9
‘So this is the house Ling Yue used to live in, huh.’
I would say that the house was very ordinary, so ordinary that it was no different to other places. It was a red rectangular room. In the centre was a large heavy white door. I wasn’t sure how much metal was used in the creation of the wooden door. The door’s height and width was comparable to the Imperial Palace’s. However, the house itself wasn’t tall. There were only three floors.
Upon entering the door, we were welcome by a bright large hall. It wasn’t luxurious. The drawing on the wall had been removed, evident by the traces left behind where the drawing was originally hung. I figured it was a drawing of her tribesman judging from Ling Yue’s upset expression. However, the panthers had removed it. If the panthers still had any semblance of a conscience, they wouldn’t throw it away, but there was no need to keep a memory for an exterminated tribe. Memories are for the living.
“Ah, welcome, Ling Yue. Long-time no see. I am glad to see your lively self.”
We then heard a voice from the corner of the first and second floor. I raised my head up and looked in its direction. It was an elf. She was very pretty. That said, her skin was far whiter than the elves I usually saw. Her ears were also a bit longer. Her belly was already bulging. That reminded me of Lucia. Lucia would be in the shape as her in a few months, I guess. Seeing her hold her belly up reminded me of Lucia back home, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Ling Yue looked at me with a blatant disgusted look and hurled a verbal jab, “Your smile is so disgusting…”
“Is it so disgusting for me to think of my wife?”
“Uhuh…”
Ling Yue then switched to a polite smile to look at the elf and greet her, “Hello, Mistress Sia. I am very glad to be alive to see you and return here.”
