VIP Chapter 437: Good Morning Kiss
As the “Sunlight” in this dungeon once again shone upon the witches’ small “village.”
With heavy dark circles under her eyes, Liya gazed at the papers scattered on the table, filled with various mathematical symbols and decoded ciphers, along with notes researching ancient languages and poetry…
Finally, along with Ya’er and Lis who were present…
They stared at the “result” on the table in shock—
“Lis, is this the outcome you ever considered?”
“No. For witches, the operation of the dungeon itself is something we’re accustomed to. It has existed since we were born, and no one has ever delved into its origins or the secrets behind it.”
Lis appeared equally astonished by the result.
“Of course, no one even thinks that it has a creator.”
She propped her chin on her hand, gazing at a thin page of text deciphered from the note.
It had taken an entire night just to decipher this single page.
However, her astonishment was mostly focused on the fact that something she had never considered would suddenly present her with the answer.
It was like encountering an ultimate question, “What is the source of magic?” on a magic exam, and before she could figure out how to answer, she found the answer that the teacher had forgotten to cross out and had accidentally photocopied along with the test.
“Then… Ya’er, since you led the deduction, you must have thought of it, right?”
“Yes, I did think of it. It was precisely because I considered this possibility that I wanted to try deducing it. Rather than a calculation problem with a result, this is more like a proof.”
Ya’er stared at the note, deep in thought.
She had stayed up all night without sleep, yet she showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, she appeared more energetic and radiant.
“This is incredible… If one were to name the greatest mage, it would undoubtedly be Reviers, the one who created this entire system. But… no, no, can this truly be considered ‘magic’?”
As she pondered, the hand holding the paper trembled.
“In any case, I will keep my promise. This matter… I should tell that kid who woke me up without even knowing this truth. I’m going to find him now.”
“Eh? You… You’re going out now?”
Liya tried to stop Ya’er, but it was clear that Ya’er, known for her decisive actions, was not someone who could be easily deterred.
However…
As she walked into the witch’s small garden, she realized that she didn’t actually know where the person she wanted to convey the message to had gone.
“Will—Will—Where—are—you? Come—out—We’ve—gotten—very—pleasing—results! It—will—greatly—surprise—you! Come—out—”
Then, with a bit of amplification magic, she made her voice resonate throughout the witches’ lair, as if afraid Will wouldn’t hear.
“Ya’er! Wait, wait, that’s not how you find someone! I’ll take you to him directly!”
Liya ignored whether Ya’er was her senior or an ancestor, and directly covered her mouth.
“Mmmph mmmph… Back in the village five hundred years ago, this is how we found people, by yelling like this…”
“That was five hundred years ago! It’s too impolite to communicate like this now!”
However…
This “calling out” seemed effective. From Will’s room, a muffled voice could be heard—
“…What? Wait a moment, I, I’ll get dressed.”
“Let, let me help! Uh… the shirt, the shirt is… Ah, ah, ah… where did I put it?”
“Mmm…”
Liya had already realized what was happening, but she crossed her arms and didn’t show it.
Of course, it was obvious what they were doing in the room last night; anyone would guess.
“What’s wrong with him?”
However, a much older senior didn’t realize this at all.
“So, why do you seem to know everything, Liya? What’s going on?”
“He… Hmph, him…”
“Coming—Just—a—moment, coming—out—soon—”
Will’s voice could be heard from inside the room.
But this didn’t interrupt Liya’s words, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.
“Hmph, probably spent a joyous night with… with that idiot maid?”
“Pfft.” Lis nudged Liya with her elbow. “Uh-huh, are you finally seeing his true nature now?”
“No. I already anticipated a competition to ‘evenly divide’ someone.”
Liya shook her head and looked at the room.
“After all, if he wasn’t like this… someone who wouldn’t give up on the three of us, someone greedy enough to want everything, I probably wouldn’t like him so much.”
“Mmm… I never thought my daughter would become such a love-struck fool.”
“Love-struck fool? I think he’s more like it. Actually, you understand it very well too—” Liya smiled and put on her magic hat. “Whether he… will always love each of us, the answer is crystal clear.”
Then, she stared at the door.
After about ten seconds, the door to the small room was pushed open by Will.
His collar was still a bit disheveled, and he wasn’t wearing the tie for his outfit.
Iaar, standing on her tiptoes beside him, was like a wife tidying up her husband who couldn’t tie his tie before going out.
A slight red love bite could be seen on his neck, hidden by his freshly adjusted collar.
“Phew, the results are out already? As expected of the legendary Ya’er! This speed is incredible—”
Will tried to act as if nothing had happened and stepped forward.
But before Ya’er could speak, Liya beat her to it.
“Wait… Liya, what…”
“Look at me, you idiot.”
The short Liya peeked out from under her large hat. In that instant, Will felt a “resonance” from the witch blood, as if his magic circuits were being stirred by slight anger.
Thus, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to Liya.
He met her eyes, and their gazes locked.
*Mwah—*
Liya kissed Will’s cheek in front of everyone, especially in front of her mother and “ancestor.”
“Good morning!”
A proud smile graced her face. Although her dark circles revealed her exhaustion, she glanced at Iaar beside her with a hint of mocking amusement.
“This is a good morning kiss.”
Liya stuck out her tongue and said so.
“Mmm—! W-We have to do this so early in the morning? A g-good morning kiss, I, I can too.”
Although Iaar was a bit slow, she wasn’t so slow as to miss Liya’s provocation. She, holding Will’s arm, also left a kiss on his other cheek.
“You… you two, isn’t this a bit improper? After all, Ya’er is still here…”
“Uh… are young people like this five hundred years later?”
Ya’er spread her hands with a slight helplessness. To her, it was perhaps like a group of grandchildren, akin to playing house.
“Uh… As far as I know, it shouldn’t be like this, ahaha…”
Lis scratched her head beside them.
