Puppeteer of DanMachi World

"Good morning, Meitellia."

Ming Ge yawned.

"You're so lazy, Ming Ge."

Meitellia poked Ming Ge's cheek with her finger, a mischievous smile on her face.

It was not the first time she had seen Ming Ge asleep, but it was the first time she had made such an overly intimate gesture.

Ming Ge naturally understood this as well. While his mind was still hazy from just waking up, he gently wrapped an arm around her waist. Amid Meitellia's cry of surprise, he pulled her down onto his chest.

Holding her slender, frail waist, with her lying lightly beside him like cotton, Ming Ge smiled. "If you're too naughty, the gray wolf will eat you up."

Feeling Ming Ge's presence and the warmth of his breath, Meitellia's face flushed red.

"Mmph... Ming Ge, you're bullying me!"

Meitellia lightly punched Ming Ge's chest. Her coquettish manner made him hard.

Meitellia seemed to sense it too. Her face turned scarlet, and she said nothing.

"Meitellia."

Ming Ge had fully woken up. When he softly called her name, she trembled instinctively.

"Become my wife."

Hearing Ming Ge's confession, Meitellia was deeply shaken.

"Mm."

Following her heart, Meitellia did not even need to think much before agreeing.

Their eyes met, their faces filled with tenderness and sweetness.

Ming Ge slowly drew closer, and Meitellia understood what was about to happen. She closed her eyes expectantly.

The next moment, their warm lips met, sharing their warmth.

They were both inexperienced, and both innocent.

So they merely drew close, parted, then drew close again.

They did not go too far. It was only an ordinary kiss.

Since yesterday, their feelings had already undergone a qualitative change. Today, they were merely following the mood and letting things take their natural course.

After more than ten minutes, Meitellia was breathing a little heavily when the two finally stopped.

"You're very cute, Meitellia."

Ming Ge cupped Meitellia's cheeks in his palms and chuckled.

"You're very cute too, Ming Ge."

Meitellia's eyes smiled like blooming peach blossoms.

The two quietly held each other, listening to one another's breathing.

"Ming Ge."

After a long while, Meitellia spoke. "My body is very weak. I even suffer from a serious illness."

"I might only be able to stay by your side for a short while. Even so... do you still wish to marry me?"

"I do, but I cannot agree with what you said."

Their faces were close together. Ming Ge looked earnestly at Meitellia and said, "From today onward, I will search for a way to cure you."

"Mmph..." Meitellia looked at Ming Ge, unable to stop herself from feeling touched, but she still shook her head. "It's impossible. My illness is terminal, not an ordinary disease. Even Lady Hera has no solution... There is no hope of a cure."

"A negative skill?"

Ming Ge spoke up. "On the first day we met, you asked me where I came from. Now that I understand the common language of the continent, I can answer your question."

"I came from beyond this world. I am from another world."

"Another world?" Meitellia asked in confusion.

"For example, the surface and the heavenly realm, or the surface and the Dungeon. They are different places, but they are all considered part of one world."

Ming Ge said, "Beyond this world, there are worlds as countless as grains of sand. The world we are in now is merely one of them."

He did not explain the difference between parallel universes and alternate universes, because only gods could possibly understand such concepts.

With his current language ability, it would be difficult for him to explain them clearly.

But Ming Ge remembered that in the original story, Hera and Alfia had discussed concepts related to "planets" while chatting.

So it was enough to give Meitellia a general understanding of where he came from.

"You know that I learn very quickly. That is because I spent my childhood studying. Even before coming to this world, I was still accumulating knowledge. It could be said that my mind holds the crystallized wisdom of another world."

"If I can combine that with this world's magic, I will definitely find a way to cure you."

Ming Ge said softly, "Others cannot do it because no one has acted with that goal in mind. So until I succeed, you must hold on. I will help you."

"I... understand."

Meitellia's expression softened, her cheeks seeming ready to drip with water. She was radiant and captivating.

For Meitellia, whose life had begun counting down the moment she received the Divine Blessing, this was the finest confession she could have received.

Ming Ge had ignited the hope in her heart, as well as her passion. Even if she burned herself to ashes, she did not want to have any regrets.

She gently raised her head and kissed his lips again, only to pull away at once.

Then Meitellia revealed a gentle smile, clenched her fist, and encouraged him. "Let's work hard together."

A Goal Gradually Becoming Clear

"But how do you plan to do it?"

Meitellia asked, "Do you want to join a god's familia?"

The meaning behind Meitellia's words was clear. If Ming Ge had a goal, she would help introduce him.