The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1132 Invitation
"...My master went up and threw a punch!"

The slender snake head was held high, its tail slapping against the walnut round table, looking extremely proud.

"'Hey!' He smashed that guy's face with his fist! That was amazing!"

The girl, resting her chin on her hands, stared intently at her friend who was performing the story.

It is so lifelike.

She longed for it.

"What a hero!"

“Of course,” the little candle chuckled, “He is a holy flame sword under the sunlight, a messenger of justice in the darkness!”

Elendira scratched its neck with her long, curly red hair.

"Snakes don't itch."

“But you just said that he sometimes sits by the window reciting poetry, his fingers unconsciously tickling you…” Elendira said with longing.

"It's just... just..." The little snake wilted as it circled the porcelain cup, flicking its tail. "It's a way of telling a story. Like in novels, you wouldn't actually believe that there are knights like that, would you?"

Elendira nodded seriously: "There must be, small candles."

"Tch. You're just as stupid as that thief."

"thief?"

"Oh, so it's Miss 'Thug,' didn't I tell you her story?"

Elendira picked up a cream cake and fed it to it: "But I'm worried, little candle. You shouldn't tell anyone these secrets—including me. Your master, Mr. Collins, will be in trouble."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! I don't eat anything other than meat..."

The little candle doesn't worry about that.

"I don't think you can leave this room at all, can you?" Two bean-like eyes stared at the face hidden in the wavy hair. "Besides me, there's no one else to talk to you... right? If you betray your friends, I'll never come back... hmph..."

Elendira's eyes were somewhat vacant.

She gazed at the white snake coiling around the porcelain cup on the table, feeling as lonely as a child unable to save their parents.

She had nowhere to go, and only one place to go.

"Okay, I apologize."

"...a small candle?"

"Spending too much time with that thief will eventually make you catch his stupidity..." The little snake hummed and slithered up the girl's fingertips to the back of her hand and arm, where it coiled up.

"At least I'm your friend—until you tell on me and I eat you up."

“You’re such a good comforter, little candle,” Elendira said, tickling it with her fingertip. “You’re having such a good time. You have a handsome, witty, and heroic master, several lovely girls with you all the time… and you get to see the world outside.”

"Compared to what came before, you care more about the outside world, Elendira. I've never asked you why you can't leave this house," the little white snake wondered.

It had never been heard from Elendira.

Her treatment…

She didn't seem like a 'prisoner' at all—no, rather than a prisoner, she was more like a pampered young lady who couldn't leave the house.

"I...don't know, little candle."

"lie."

The white snake parted its lips, revealing sharp fangs. In an instant, it became somewhat ferocious: "Roland said, never let a friend be bullied."

Elendira remained silent.

"You should really befriend my master..."

"But I can't have any wounds, little candle. Father won't allow me to have even the slightest wound..."

The little candle tilted the snake's head: "Did your legs just appear out of thin air? Humans don't have two cold, steel legs."

Before it could finish speaking, it realized that it had been infected by that stupid thief in a much more serious way—

The girl hurriedly covered her long skirt with her other hand in a panic.

"...I won't apologize a second time."

“It’s nothing, little candle,” Elendira said softly, her expression softening as she untied it from her wrist and held it in her palm. “No wounds, no scars. I’d really like to be friends with your Roland—and Miss Thug…”

No wounds, no scars…

The little candle turned its head.

Recently, Roland has actually come up with some good ideas: how to use the fairy ring, and a temporary way to invite guests...

Should we give it a try? On Erendilla?
She is more suitable than Sandel or Rose to reproduce for her master.

The little candle liked Elendilla's personality.

Gentle, understanding, and almost never angry.

It's much better than those two rude and cunning humans—not having legs isn't a big deal; humans have invented wheelchairs, haven't they?

"My owner said it's a bit sticky, I think it's because..."

In Elendira's wide-open eyes, the white snake suddenly 'stood' up from her palm. Its fangs-barking snout widened, almost allowing one to glimpse deeper into the passage—then, a cardboard card, folded many times and covered in slime, landed in her palm.

"...It is a little sticky." Elendira endured the goosebumps that rose on her skin and carefully unfolded the card.

There are no words on it.

It depicts an amber-colored eyeball, with a circular door cut out from the center of the pupil.

“Hold it as you sleep, Erendira. Then we can meet in our dreams…”

…………

……

For the past three or four years, darkness has always brought comfort to the young girl.

Because she had hardly ever seen the sun, her pale skin was proof of the years she had spent playing hide-and-seek.

No one came to save her from her lack of knowledge and pitiful freedom. Her longing for the outside world gradually faded with her father's and servants' repeated admonitions—long, long ago, as her father's daughter, she had shouldered a sacred and great task.

She seemed to be curled up in a galvanized iron barrel, gentle and elegant, yet resilient, facing each servant who frequently banged on the barrel, opened the lid, and poured in the batter, telling them: I'm ready.

time.

Until the little candle appeared.

Or to be more precise: the little candle appeared with its owner.

Roland Collins.

Just like the gentle rain mentioned in the book, mixed with a timid wind, it quietly sprinkled on her tin shell.

Her raindrops were both pattering and thumping.

It rings every day.

Then...

Elendira.

What does it feel like to have raindrops hitting your face?

What is rain like?

She knew the black and white keys of a piano, but had never seen chicks lined up in a row with a mother hen. What she liked and disliked would either flourish or decline for some inexplicable reason.

The woman in the dark bedroom responded softly.

The maid covered her with a thin blanket, covering her iron-colored metal legs, her still fleshy waist, and her long, flowing rose-red hair.

After checking several times, she quietly left and closed the door.

Under the pillow.

Elendira held the crumpled card quietly.

'The world at night…'

She was initially alert, but then became dazed, as if being pushed around by someone. She smelled a floral fragrance that she couldn't describe, which seemed to be sliding into her stomach.

Behind her was a lake, and in front of her was a sea of ​​trees.

A slender branch stretched out before her, tempting the woman to reach out and grab it. But she also knew that, like many things, this fragile, rootless branch would likely only offer her a crisp, despairing solace from nature.

In chaos.

Elendira still extended her hand.

She grasped a finger, and then clasped it with a warm hand.

She opened her eyes and was born from the howling wind.

"Good night, miss. Welcome to Fairy Ring."

He said.

(End of this chapter)