"Miss Melanie's appetite is truly terrifying." After dinner, once she had seen the York sisters out, Luna muttered to herself while looking at the almost completely finished dishes.
"Just call her a glutton; don't bother saving face for her." Leticia snorted. "What a disaster, running into this nemesis."
"Is Miss Melanie the Stellar Sword Saint?" At this moment, Luna finally found an opportunity to ask.
She had been guessing all along, and Leticia's behavior had basically confirmed Melanie's identity for her, but a guess was still just a guess; it wasn't as credible as Leticia's personal admission.
"Yes, the Stellar Sword Saint." Leticia nodded. This wasn't something worth hiding from Luna.
She had even brought Luna along when she ran away; didn't that just prove that in her heart, Luna was a trustworthy existence?
"Then should we move away?" Luna asked, full of worry.
The relationship between the Stellar Sword Saint and Her Majesty was one of mortal enemies. A few years ago, right after Her Majesty had been defeated by the Sword Saint, she would spend every day stabbing a doll labeled 'Stellar Sword Saint' with needles.
In Her Majesty's own words, this was called casting a curse.
Although in Luna's view this was just a display of impotent rage, it also showed from the side just how much Leticia loathed Melanie.
But now, regarding the suggestion to move, Leticia shook her head. "No, the most dangerous place is the safest place. If I leave here, there's a good chance that guy will catch up and finish me off with a single sword strike."
But as long as she continued to live here, Yori was equivalent to her 'get out of jail free' card. Melanie couldn't possibly hack her to death in front of her own sister, right?
From their brief contact just now, Leticia could tell that this Melanie was a hopeless sister-con. Make her break her sister's heart?
Impossible.
As long as she clung to Yori's thigh, Leticia was certain she wouldn't have to worry about her life.
"Sigh, I'm a bit tired after playing all day. Luna, help me run some hot water; I want to take a bath."
"Yes."
...
Standing in the mist-filled bathroom, Melanie fell into deep thought. She was pondering a question: how... does one take a bath?
For a long time, she had always used her superpowers to clean her body. In the almost incessant fighting, taking a bath with water was undoubtedly an extremely luxurious indulgence.
But now, she was retired.
In the words of an old friend, "You can live as an ordinary person, not as a hero of the Human World. Superpowers are not your whole life; go enjoy your life."
Enjoy? She didn't understand how she was supposed to enjoy it.
Money, she didn't lack. As the strongest combatant of the human race, her monthly salary was a terrifying number... or rather, money was nothing more than a number to her.
As long as she was willing, a single phone call could buy luxury cars and mansions that ordinary families wouldn't even dare to imagine.
But this was meaningless.
Standing blankly in front of the mirror, Melanie looked at the body in the mirror that could be called perfect, her heart devoid of even a ripple.
Her sister hadn't told her how to take a bath before pushing her in, and if she went out to ask now, she would feel a bit embarrassed.
A sister asking her younger sister how to take a bath—isn't that a very strange thing?
Moreover, Melanie didn't want the image of her in her sister's heart to turn into a social invalid who didn't understand anything, so she couldn't ask Yori.
Then what should she do?
Melanie's gaze shifted to the floor. If she remembered correctly, Leticia's home had almost the exact same layout as hers; directly beneath her feet was Leticia's bathroom.
Leticia seemed very well-adapted to life in the Human World. If not for that faint, lingering demonic energy on her, perhaps Melanie would really have suspected whether Leticia was actually a human.
Since she was so well-adapted to life in the Human World, Leticia must surely know how to take a bath, right?
Melanie could sense that Leticia was right beneath her feet; perhaps she could go and ask her.
Short-distance teleportation was something Melanie could do with ease. She lightly tapped her toes against the floor, a flash of white light passed, and she vanished from where she stood.
A luxurious bathroom, completely different from the simple one in her own home, appeared in Melanie's field of vision. She looked around and quickly found Leticia, who was soaking in the bathtub, dumbfounded.
A small yellow rubber duck floated on the light green hot water, which was emitting white steam. The black-haired girl's beautiful long hair was tied into two large buns, which actually looked rather charming.
A wisp of bright red slowly flowed out from the girl's petite nose, causing a trace of confusion in Melanie's heart.
Is the Demon King injured?
"Are you injured?" Walking up in front of Leticia, Melanie's tone carried confusion.
"Injured? Not at all..." Leticia shook her head immediately. With her movement, the blood flowing from her nose was flung into the water.
Only then did Leticia realize that she was having a nosebleed, which was so embarrassing.
Hurriedly plugging her nose, Leticia turned her head away in shame and annoyance. "What are you here for?"
Running into my bathroom while stark naked—is there something wrong with your brain, Sword Saint?