Tap! A red figure landed, and the Storyteller touched Lei Shuangxing's cheek with a face full of heartache.
"Little Tears, you said so much today... I told you to let me handle it. For people like that, there's no need for you to take them so seriously, really."
Lei Shuangxing shifted a step aside, avoiding the Storyteller's hand.
Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, he seemed to be explaining away his own unusual sentimentality today. "The kind of person you speak of once yearned for light too."
"Yearned for my ass... uh!"
The Storyteller pointed at the headless corpse and nearly burst into curses, but then he suddenly caught himself.
Yearned for light... Lei Shuangxing was not talking about someone else. He was talking about himself!
"Yearned for it, yes, yearned for it."
The Storyteller chuckled awkwardly as he wiped his sweat away. He scooped up the headless corpse and sent it into the Ancient Books World, saying, "Easy, easy. No need to be like this. The amount you've spoken today has already surpassed your total from the past few years."
The Storyteller suddenly produced a flask of water. "Wet your throat?"
"Let's go!" Lei Shuangxing did not take the water and turned away.
"Have some~"
The Storyteller pulled out the stopper, pouted as he took a sip, then hurried after him, calling out, "I haven't drunk from it, you know! The water in this Royal City is quite sweet... Hey, why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!"
By the time they ran out from the mouth of the alley, the two had already assumed completely different appearances.
The Storyteller sidled up beside Lei Shuangxing, deeply curious. "When did you become a Sword Path Throne?"
"..."
Lei Shuangxing said nothing.
"Answer me. I'm your senior, at least, aren't