Chapter 484: Distant Land: Ruby Mountain
Virtual Realm, Sea of Knowledge.
A lone boat floated quietly on the water. Inside, a Bewitcher wearing an off-shoulder sweater lay lazily. She stared blankly at the sky shrouded in white mist, seemingly lost in thought, until a little bat landed on her shoulder to urge her on. Only then did she slowly start rowing away.
But soon, the boat stopped again. It was clear that the boat’s master had no interest in working. If she didn’t have to avoid staying in the same spot in the Sea of Knowledge for too long, she would have gladly slack off there until the end of the day.
“Sigh~” Freya hugged the little bat tightly to her chest and said gloomily, “Why hasn’t any sorcerer found me yet…? Ugh, why does it take two sorcerers to fly up into the sky to find the Golden Fish?”
At this point, the Bewitcher grew angry for the ninety-third time — she had been furious the entire night after reading Chapter 119, barely calming down after envisioning herself as the Sword Princess unleashing a Miracle water spell with incantations. She pursed her lips and hugged the little bat even tighter. “Why is the one soaring through the sky with Ashe that random woman from who-knows-where? That’s supposed to be my place, it’s supposed to be mine… Thief, bad woman, shameless vixen, boohoo
The little bat, struggling desperately to escape her oppressive grip, rolled its eyes — if we go by the timeline, aren’t you actually the third party here? Even I’ve been around longer than you… If we really wanted to be literal about it, forget eating or drinking, you barely get a lick of the sauce.
However, there was no reasoning with a woman blinded by love.
Anger came and went quickly for Freya. Fantasizing about flying with the silver wings, her face lit up with longing. “But that silly woman is so stupid. If it were me, holding hands wouldn’t be enough; at the very least, we’d be embracing. And at the moment we broke through the white mist and saw the Golden Fish, it would be like the entire Virtual Realm was witnessing our love! Nothing is more fitting for such a scene than a romantic kiss…”
While the Bewitcher was lost in her reverie, hugging tighter and rubbing her legs together, she suddenly noticed that the little bat had gone completely silent. Looking down, she realized she had accidentally squeezed it unconscious.