Behind her came the sound of a door opening, and Xiaoxi hastily grabbed a book to cover the documents on the table.
“What are you hiding? Sneaking another peek at the little emperor’s book again, huh? Who do you think you’re fooling? Just read it in front of me, what’s the big deal?”
Ye Xinglan had just finished showering. While drying her hair, she rolled her eyes dramatically, her tone carrying the kind of boldness that said, “Come at me, bro.”
“I’m not reading it! Can you stop thinking like that all the time?”
Xiaoxi always felt that Ye Xinglan misunderstood her deeply. Maybe it was because she wrote little emperor novels.
Xinglan always assumed she was some… pervert, but that was just projecting!
Xiaoxi absolutely did not write little emperor novels because she was perverted; she just wanted to make some money, okay?
Ye Xinglan glanced at the desktop. “Huh, it’s about the Blood Moon Witch again… Have you developed a new obsession after hanging out with Sweet Xin? I don’t mind you reading about the Blood Moon Witch, but you can’t be looking at stuff about her and Eternal Star, alright?”
At that moment, Ye Xinglan really wanted to scold Xiaoxi for missing the forest for the trees.
Here was a real person right in front of her, yet Xiaoxi was obsessed with some fictional little emperor book?
Couldn’t she try turning fiction into real cases instead? But Ye Xinglan feared Xiaoxi’s delicate feelings, so all she could do was shake her head helplessly.
Only then did Xiaoxi realize she’d been too hasty earlier—one corner of the document wasn’t fully covered, revealing the words “Blood Moon Witch.”
“It’s really not a little emperor novel!” Xiaoxi blushed. “This is official material, alright? It’s Association info about the Blood Moon Witch! I covered it because it can’t be leaked to the public!”
Besides, even if I were reading, I wouldn’t be reading little emperor novels about myself and the Blood Moon Witch, okay?
Just thinking about that kind of thing gives me goosebumps and makes me sick! Xiaoxi added the last thought silently.
Blood Moon Witch documents? Ye Xinglan looked over the thick pile of papers on Xiaoxi’s desk.
Xiaoxi had thoughtfully inserted sticky notes to categorize them, showing she was genuinely serious about this.
“Is that really necessary?” Ye Xinglan pouted. “You’re so eager to capture the Blood Moon Witch? You’re just a D-rank Magical Girl. This kind of thing is handled by Eternal Star [Bailing Songstress], not you. You don’t need to worry about it.”
Xiaoxi’s expression turned serious. “Of course it matters! As long as the Blood Moon Witch isn’t caught, this city isn’t safe. Who knows if someone’s already secretly fallen victim to her poison?”
Ye Xinglan held back the urge to roll her eyes again. Fallen victim? You’ve lived with me this long—have you ever seen anyone suffer from my poison?
The only one who should be worried about that is you. You should worry about yourself instead.
“Fine, keep flipping through your damn documents then. Hope you catch that bloodthirsty Blood Moon Witch soon! I’m going to sleep now!”
Ye Xinglan tossed the towel she was using to dry her hair right at Xiaoxi’s face, then turned around in a huff.
The damp towel, still carrying the scent of Ye Xinglan’s hair, drifted into Xiaoxi’s nose.
Xiaoxi hurried to stop her, thinking Ye Xinglan was jealous because she was working late and ignoring her girlfriend.
Although she didn’t understand why Ye Xinglan would be jealous of a hateful character like the Blood Moon Witch, this was definitely a moment to soothe her girlfriend properly.
“Don’t be mad, baby. That old hag Blood Moon Witch isn’t as important as you. I won’t read about her anymore, okay?”
“What do you call the Blood Moon Witch?” Ye Xinglan didn’t seem soothed at all, instead laughing angrily. “Old hag? Have you ever seen her in person and called her that?”
“Well… it’s kind of a stereotype, right? The Blood Moon Witch being an old hag is pretty deeply ingrained.”
“A lot of parents use her to scare naughty kids. Like, ‘If you don’t go to bed, the old hag Blood Moon Witch will come and get you.’ Haven’t you heard that kind of thing, Xinglan?”
Xiaoxi tilted her head. She really had never seen the real Blood Moon Witch’s face, because like Magical Girls, the Blood Moon Witch was protected by cognitive filters.
But people naturally vilify and imagine the appearance of such villainous characters.
“But no matter what, the Blood Moon Witch isn’t as important as you. I’m just looking through her info for work. And don’t be fooled by how decent she looks after transformation—maybe when she reverts back, she’s a total monster.”
Ye Xinglan was speechless. Right now, she had the urge to just confess her identity, pin Xiaoxi down on the bed, and then ask who looked better—her or the Blood Moon Witch.
If Xiaoxi answered wrong, she’d reward herself with *one more round.
But Ye Xinglan held back. She knew it was important not to snap for no reason in a relationship.
Since she couldn’t tell Xiaoxi why she was mad, she wouldn’t be the kind of girl who “secretly gets mad and makes you guess.”
So after a few sweet words, Ye Xinglan was symbolically pacified by Xiaoxi, who thought her coaxing skills were top-notch.
Before long, Ye Xinglan, freshly blow-dried, sat quietly beside Xiaoxi, accompanying her as usual while she worked.
Xiaoxi couldn’t read the documents given by Miss L in front of Ye Xinglan, so she started searching the Association’s official website for info on the Divine Summon Order.
After the chaos settled, the Association had made many Divine Summon Order files public.
Of course, for the real Divine Summon Order, this was just the tip of the iceberg, but for Xiaoxi, it was enough.
She mainly wanted to look up information about the Twelve Divine Envoys.
The envoys who had been used as examples by Jie Tianxin, and who were taken down by the Silverflame Dragon Princess, were actually high-ranking officials within the Divine Summon Order.
Whenever the Blood Moon Witch appeared, there was almost always an envoy accompanying her.
The Divine Summon Order was a religiously fanatic and strange organization. As the name suggests, the envoys were messengers of the gods—a bunch of crazed fanatics.
But Xiaoxi thought most of them were probably faking it.
After all, in cults, it’s the low-level believers who truly believe; the top brass wouldn’t buy into such nonsense.
Xiaoxi browsed through the Twelve Divine Envoys’ info, her eyes lingering on each photo. She recognized many faces, most of whom she’d fought against… only to have to find a way to escape after a few moves.
“…I’m a little tired, Xiaoxi. I’m going to sleep first.”
Ye Xinglan suddenly spoke beside her. Xiaoxi was a bit surprised.
Usually, Ye Xinglan insisted on waiting until she finished working to go to bed together. What was going on today?
Ye Xinglan lowered her head, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her clothes tightly, seemingly unwilling to look at the photos of the Twelve Divine Envoys.
Xiaoxi was stunned. Was Ye Xinglan actually afraid of these envoys?
Although the Divine Summon Order’s envoys were indeed strange and unhinged, a wealthy lady like her being scared of this?
They didn’t look scary at all.