Volume 6 Chapter 13
by Golden DragonVolume 6 + Chapter 13: The Pot Calling The Kettle Black
“Your Highness, this is bubble taro milk tea.”
Serra placed the warm drink before Heart Demon Xia Yi.
“… ”
The heart demon fell silent.
She stared at the steaming milk tea, eyes widening.
Winter had already arrived, and the chill in the air was unmistakable.
At a time like this, how exquisite would it be to sip a cup of warm milk tea?
These thoughts surfaced uncontrollably in her mind.
“Your Highness, is something wrong?” Serra asked, puzzled by her silence. “Is there an issue with the milk tea?”
“The milk tea… seems fine… I just… have no interest!”
The heart demon bit her lip.
No, she must endure!
If she indulged in the Dragon Palace’s afternoon tea, how would she be any different from Xia Yi?
She absolutely would not touch a single drop!!
“Take it away!”
“Pardon?”
Serra frowned slightly at the request.
Xia Yi had already approved the afternoon tea menu beforehand without objection.
Moreover, she had enjoyed every item in previous teas without showing the slightest dissatisfaction.
So why was she suddenly rejecting milk tea today?
“Your Highness, are you certain?” Serra asked again. “There shouldn’t be anything wrong with this tea.”
“I’m certain, absolutely certain!” the heart demon declared. “Take this childish nonsense away! I would never drink something so immature!!”
Xia Yi had already fallen beyond redemption.
The heart demon would prove that she could resist such temptations, far superior to Xia Yi.
“Your Highness…”
Serra blinked.
She discreetly observed the white-haired girl before her.
From her behavior, tone, and unusual attitude… She seemed like an entirely different person.
Others might not notice, but as Xia Yi’s personal maid, Serra could tell.
This situation…
Was it an episode?
“Understood, Your Highness. I’ll take it away.”
Despite the turmoil in her thoughts, Serra showed no sign of it outwardly.
She lifted the cup, deliberately letting it pass slowly in front of the heart demon.
“…!”
The aroma wafted over, and the heart demon’s body stiffened, her spine straightening involuntarily.
Serra turned and began to leave.
Watching the milk tea in her hands, the heart demon’s lips trembled, words forming but not spoken.
She really wanted to drink it.
This wasn’t just any milk tea, it was bubble taro milk tea.
It had been so long since she last tasted milk tea. All this time, she had been training tirelessly in the spiritual realm, devoid of entertainment, doing nothing but cultivating…
So what if I drink it?
So what if I drink it?
So what if I drink it!!
The more she thought, the more indignant she became. Suddenly, she stood up.
I am a demon destined to destroy the world, I can do as I please! Why should I restrain myself?
“Stop!”
“Hm?”
Serra turned at her call.
“Bring the milk tea back!”
“But Your Highness, didn’t you just say you didn’t want such childish food, ”
“That’s an order! You are not to defy it!”
The heart demon cut her off.
Serra narrowed her eyes, now certain of the situation.
If this were the usual princess, she would stubbornly concoct excuses to save face. But this “princess” instead issued a firm command without any justification.
Yes… definitely an episode of dissociation.
“As you command, Your Highness.”
Serra returned the milk tea and set it before her.
“Bubble taro milk tea!”
A radiant smile bloomed on the heart demon’s face. She eagerly picked it up, inserted a straw, and took a sip,
Instant bliss.
Her tail swayed behind her, her legs lightly swinging in rhythm.
“Your Highness is truly adorable,” Serra remarked deliberately.
“What? Do not use such words to describe me, I am terrifying,” the heart demon insisted. “If not for the fact that you personally prepared this tea, you would already have fallen into hell!”
“Is that so?”
“Of course! I have used it for you yet. From now on… continue making hand-prepared bubble taro milk tea for me!” she said, unable to meet Serra’s gaze.
Serra simply maintained a pleasant smile.
…
…
After afternoon tea ended, Serra cleaned up and left the palace garden.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Xia Yi had regained control of her body.
The heart demon sat beside her.
Neither spoke, but their expressions differed.
Xia Yi looked smug.
The heart demon lowered her head, avoiding her gaze.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say something?” Xia Yi leaned closer. “Was the milk tea good?”
“I… I…”
The heart demon felt utterly humiliated.
How could she have been tempted by milk tea?
Unforgivable!
“You kept saying I’ve fallen into decadence, but it seems you’re the one who has,” Xia Yi teased. “Imagine being conquered by a single cup of milk tea, how pathetic!”
“It was only a momentary lapse! It’s not the same as you!” the heart demon retorted, face flushed, fists clenched.
“How is it not the same?”
“My purpose is to kill you and take your life, descending upon this world as a demon. For that, I train relentlessly to grow stronger, so I can utterly defeat you! And what do you do all day, Xia Yi?”
“I… I usually…”
Xia Yi faltered.
Uh-oh. She hadn’t trained in ages.
When was the last time, anyway?
“I do train regularly…”
“You’re lying.”
“…Let’s go back to talking about milk tea.”
“Osmanthus cake!!”
“Why bring that up? Your performance was worse than mine…”
“Osmanthus cake!!”
The heart demon snapped, doubling down stubbornly.
“Milk tea!” Xia Yi fired back.
“Osmanthus cake!”
“Milk tea!”
“Osmanthus cake!”
“Milk tea!”
They argued back and forth like squabbling children.
Neither gained the upper hand.
After all, at their core, they were equally flawed, like the pot calling the kettle black.
“Osmanthus…”
“Enough, stop arguing!”
Exhausted, Xia Yi raised her hand to cut it off.
“If you’re so eager to know whether I’ve fallen… then I’ll prove it to you!”
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