Chapter 123 - Lautus Tunguska (2/2)

”I certainly still want to live.”

On the first night, MF, Foel, Primis, and the other curious wisps were stacking the scrolls and manuals onto the designated place of each category. The cultivation library was quite huge, the empty space was enough for MF in her newest Anvriel's First Form to roam freely without any kind of crash onto the wall and ceiling.

Within one of the reading areas at the basement 4th floor, MF utilized most of her current knowledge to fill up the Spell section with numerous manuals that she had theorized.

While not having any experience with magic circuit crafting herself, MF was already profound on how high level spell works enough to teach someone like Foel an extremely strong barrier that could withstand a strike that resulted in 20 kilometers square of destruction.

MF constantly created the book with her dark seed of creation with the content ready. It might be seen as effortless but it severely took most of her brain cells doing it and she had already met with a writer's block after 502 kinds of spells together with their in depth explanation and mechanic.

”I think you did a lot of work today.” Foel approached with a cup of brewed 'slipbane tea'. ”Meshia, you can continue your work tomorrow.”

The visible enticing aroma of golden hue was cramming itself into the nose of the pseudo-angel. Her heterochromic eyes looked surprised. ”Ah, slipbane tea. I brewed a fountain of it back then at the heavenly banquet.” She then chuckled.

”This one is better.” Foel sat on the seat beside her partner, leaning her head on her palm as a crutch. ”Family recipes. My mother tends to brew it once a year on the mountain.”

”They are that rare, even in Domeniul Ceresc.” MF took a sip with a smile, trying to inhale all of the aroma outside and inside her mouth. The strong taste latched onto her whole tongue, not wanting to let go. ”I assume that both of your parents were still alive, reading at your gesture.”

Foel stared at the dimly illuminated table surface. ”I haven't met them again since 200 years ago. Not that I want them to know what I've been doing, mastering my slaving circuit formation.”

”Every time isn't in vain. You met me and that's what matters. The tide will cease by then, so when it's sunny enough to put out a raft, let's pay a visit to your parents just to tell them that you've been doing better than most cultivators.”

”You're overestimating me.” Foel slightly smiled. ”I'm just a normal, weak, and short tanomobi that just wants a proper meal from time to time made by my life partner.”

MF then changed into her tall and mature form, complete with her usual black dress that showed a critical boobs window open. Gently steering the cup in spin motion with an alluring smug. ”Glutton, If you're the wife in this hierarchy, you should cook for me instead.”

”The matriarchy begs to differ.”

”Then I'll be the wife if that's the case!”

Foel gazed at her Meshia intimately, the intense look made MF flustered a little bit as she was always becoming a glass cannon in an honest relationship with zero act.

”Stop! You're cute, okay? Keep it like that! Don't change your role!”