Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Shea tiptoed back to the last carriage, her footsteps so light they were almost inaudible.

In the cramped space, Eve lay quietly in her sleeping bag.

Breathing is steady and rhythmic, with the chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

Shea carefully untied the quiver and dagger from her waist.

They were placed in the corner with utmost care, as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

Then he pulled another sleeping bag out of the wooden box.

Gently place it next to Eve, carefully smoothing out the edges.

The carriage was extremely crowded because it was crammed with Lin Gui's supply boxes.

The air was filled with the faint smell of wooden crates and leather.

The space was barely enough for three people to lie down side by side, and even turning around was difficult.

Looking at the cramped space, Shia couldn't help but recall her original fantasy.

She had been hoping that something exciting and intimate would happen between her and Lin Gui in this enclosed space.

In such an intimate distance, perhaps in the quiet of the night...

But... that clueless man.

Now, all he cares about is reaching Shield City as soon as possible, and he is indifferent to everything else.

and......

It's one thing if it's just a lone man and woman, but nowadays...

It's one man and two women now.

Thinking of this, Shia couldn't help but sigh softly.

His gaze fell on Eve's peaceful sleeping face.

Shea suddenly squinted, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the dim light.

She remembered Eve's abrupt remark earlier.

And in front of the mine, that didn't seem like an unintentional mistake in the name.

The title "Demon's Wife" lingered in her mind.

Now that Lin Gui is not here, it is a good time to ask him questions.

Shea opened her mouth, wanting to ask for clarification.

But she was too embarrassed to wake Eve, who was fast asleep.

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air, the fingertips trembling slightly.

She crouched beside the sleeping bag, biting her lower lip in a conflicted manner, unconsciously twirling a strand of silver hair with her fingers.

The outstretched hand hung in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

Like a kitten hesitating whether or not to steal some food.

Just then, suddenly...

A pretty face suddenly loomed large in front of her.

Warm breath gently brushed against her cheek.

"Wow!"

Xia was so frightened that she jumped back.

His heel slammed heavily against the wooden crate behind him, making a dull thud.

She awkwardly steadied herself against the wooden crate.

Still shaken, he patted his chest, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Eve had woken up sometime earlier and was propping herself up on her elbows.

A sly smile played on his lips.

Seeing Xia's startled expression, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The laughter was crisp and melodious, like birdsong in the early morning or the babbling of a spring in the forest.

It swayed gently in the cramped carriage.

Shia blushed, and tried to remain calm as she straightened her collar, attempting to conceal her earlier embarrassment.

"Since you're awake, say something!"

"That sudden noise scared me to death!"

Eve clapped her hands playfully, tilted her head, and her eyes curved into charming crescent moons.

"squeak?"

Xia was completely stunned, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

In the end, all he could do was shake his head helplessly and sigh softly.

This saintess seems quite different from what she imagined.

"Ahem, um..."

Shea spoke hesitantly, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, her eyes darting around.

Eve sat up gracefully, placing her hands lightly on her knees.

Her posture was as dignified as a true saint, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her true feelings:

"Eve Isaiah".

"You can just call me Eve."

"Ahem, my name is Shia Windseeker."

"You can just call me Shia."

After a brief self-introduction, Shia noticed that Eve was smiling and looking at her the whole time.

Although those eyes were still closed, you could feel their focused gaze, as if they could see right through your thoughts.

"Ahem, um... is there something you need?"

Shia turned her face away uncomfortably.

I felt like my thoughts had been read, and my ears burned slightly.

Eve tilted her head slightly, her short hair swaying gently with the movement.

"Didn't you have a question you were going to ask me?"

"Uh... how did you know?"

Shia's eyes widened in surprise.

Eve explained with a light laugh.

"Just now, someone kept reaching out their hand and then pulling it back."

"The way he seemed to want to say something but hesitated next to me was quite obvious."

Shia was speechless for a moment, then became furious and embarrassed, her cheeks turning bright red like ripe apples:

"If you've been awake all along, don't pretend to be asleep!"

"Pretending to be asleep?" Eve looked confused.

"I wasn't pretending to be asleep."

"You still say no! I can see your eyes are closed!"

"Hmm~~" Eve touched her lips with her slender fingers, lost in thought.

"Is it possible that I've been keeping my eyes closed all along?"

Xia was suddenly stunned.

I carefully recalled my experiences with the saintess over the past few days.

Indeed, Eve rarely opened her eyes.

Even when she moved freely, her eyes were always slightly closed, as if she were always lost in thought.

"Why would you do that?" Shia couldn't help but complain, tilting her head in confusion. "Can't you even see where you're going?"

"This is to maintain the mystery surrounding the saintess."

Eve answered calmly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible helplessness, her fingers gently tracing the folds of the sleeping bag.

"Every saintess does this."

"If you don't do this, you will be punished by the disciplinary officer."

Shia blinked, then suddenly realized something, leaned closer and whispered:

"But now, no one from the church is following you."

Eve suddenly stopped, her body stiffening slightly.

As if stumped by this simple question, even his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

It was as if she was realizing this problem for the first time.

He stared blankly for a moment, then tilted his head in confusion.

Then, under Shia's surprised gaze...

She slowly opened her eyes, her movements as gentle as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

Those eyes were clear and bright, gleaming faintly in the dimly lit carriage.

Even though the drug changed her eye color, you can still see starlight in it.

She blinked, a look of curiosity on her face.

As if seeing the world for the first time, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It seems...that's indeed the case."

"Okay, Shia... Shia, is there anything you want to ask?"

Eve opened her eyes, a faint smile in them, and gazed tenderly at Shia.

Xia hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously twisting together, before finally mustering her courage:

"Hey, do you remember when Lin Gui tried to hit you with a brick in the mine?"

Eve nodded, a playful smile curving her lips.

"Oh, you mean that little game? I remember it."

"Is that a game...?"

Suppressing her unease, Shia blushed slightly and asked:

"Back then... I remember when you mentioned me to Lin Gui, you said 'demon wife'..."

"That person... must be referring to me, right?"

Eve smiled faintly and nodded gently under Shia's expectant gaze, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Shea excitedly moved closer to her, her hands unconsciously grabbing Eve's sleeves.

"So... in the end, Lin Gui and I..."

"It's said the Saintess possesses prophetic abilities; you must have foreseen my future with Lin Gui, right?"

Eve didn't answer directly, but the smile in her eyes deepened.

She gazed at Shia's expectant face and gently shook her head.

"Sia, do you know why prophets throughout history have never uttered prophecies involving individuals?"

She paused, her voice becoming ethereal and distant, as if from another time and space:

Let me tell you a story.

"Thirty years ago, there was a young hero with extraordinary talent."

"He reached the extraordinary level at the age of sixteen and was hailed as a genius that comes along only once in a century."

"A prophet saw his future by chance."

"You will turn the tide in an epic battle and become the hero who saves the kingdom."

Eve's voice gradually lowered, tinged with regret:

"Upon learning of the prophecy, the hero was overjoyed."

"He stopped practicing diligently and spent his days indulging in taverns."

Whenever someone questioned him, he would proudly say, "I'm destined to be a hero anyway, so why bother?"

Three years later, demons attacked the city.

"That former genius couldn't even withstand a single move from the demon hero."

"Under the watchful eyes of the public, he fled in a sorry state and disappeared without a trace."

Eve gently held Shia's hand, her palm warm:

"What the prophet observes is merely one of countless possibilities."

"The future may change the moment a prophecy is spoken."

"That's why nine out of ten prophecies spoken aloud never come true."

Shia's face gradually paled, and her fingers unconsciously tightened.

Eve gave a sly smile.

He leaned close to Shia's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe:

"In other words, if I tell you the details of the prophecy..."

"Then you and Mr. Lin Gui might not be able to fall in love in the end."

Seeing Shia's pale face, Eve continued with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light:

"Maybe Mr. Lin Gui will end up with me."

"Or perhaps choose that princess..."

"Or perhaps someone else..."

Shea shoved Eve away abruptly, her voice tinged with panic:

"Impossible!"

"Leaving aside everything else!"

"Elvia would never abandon her position and power in the capital to choose Lin Gui!"

"Lin Gui wouldn't give up his trip for her!"

Eve smiled mysteriously, tapping her chin lightly with her fingertip: "I hope so..."

Eve's words were pointed, and she then changed the subject.

"Now, Shia, do you still want to know the details of the prophecy?"

Shia's hair stood on end, she waved her hands repeatedly, her voice trembling:

"No, no, I won't!"

Suddenly, she realized what was happening, and her eyes widened in surprise:

"No! You've already revealed it!"

"You told me that Lin Gui and I would become husband and wife in the future!"

Shia cried and grabbed Eve's shoulders, shaking her repeatedly, her voice trembling with sobs:

"What if it doesn't come true in the end?! You'll have to pay me back! Waaaaah!"

Eve beamed with joy, gently patting Shia's back in a tender voice:

"So you have to work hard!"

"Now that we know this is a possibility, we should seize the opportunity."

Shia looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips slightly pouting:

"You...you're playing me, aren't you?"

Eve blinked, smiled without saying a word, and her eyes gleamed with cunning.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, illuminating the figures of the two girls playing.

Warm spots of light were cast into the cramped carriage.

After playing around for a while, Shia shrugged.

"Never mind, I'll stick to the original plan."

As she spoke, she pulled a beautifully bound book out of the wooden box.

The edges of the pages were slightly curled, indicating that it had been read many times.

The book is titled "The Moonlight Sonata of the Elf Prince".

The cover depicts an elegant elf and a handsome human prince embracing under the moonlight.

Shea huddled into her sleeping bag, found a comfortable position, and secretly began to plan.

I've heard that human girls learn dating skills through these kinds of novels...

Maybe we can find some useful methods to get that guy who never takes initiative to understand.

As she pondered this, she took in the slivers of sunlight filtering through the car window.

He began to read attentively, occasionally nodding thoughtfully.

Just then, a faint fragrance wafted over.

Eve crept closer and huddled up next to Shia.

She whispered a short incantation.

A soft orb of light shone between the two, illuminating the pages of the book even more clearly.

It is light magic—the shimmering light spell.

Eve and Shea stood side by side, reading the novel together.

Shea deliberately slowed down the speed at which she turned the pages, but in her heart she was silently memorizing the romantic scenes in the book.

So that's how it is... Sending flowers, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings... Prepare surprises for the holiday celebration.

Hmm... By the way, what kind of gift would Lin Gui like?

A magic book? A diamond ring? Roses?

"The reason you're so proactive with Lin Gui is..."

Shea asked casually as she turned the page.

But his eyes were fixed on the plot of the book, trying to find more techniques.

"Is it because you see a future with him?"

Eve suddenly stopped moving.

Her fingers unconsciously curled up and gently pinched the hem of her clothes.

After a moment, she turned her head, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

"yes."

She described it, her voice carrying a deliberate lightness.

"I saw a very beautiful scene."

"On a hillside covered with small white flowers."

"Mr. Lin Gui put a white flower wreath on my head."

"The sunlight shone on his profile, making him look especially gentle."

"We also held hands and took a walk in the sunset."

Finally, hand in hand, we returned to the two-story treehouse in the countryside.

She became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling as if she had truly witnessed that scene.

Shia couldn't help but complain, forgetting to even turn the page of the book in her hand:

"Does that mean prophecies won't come true if you don't say them out loud?"

"You've explained it in such detail, what if it doesn't work out?"

Eve smiled slightly but did not answer.

Will not.

Because... I made all of this up.

In my view, there is only one future related to him...

That is......

He killed him.

Her fingers gently traced the pages of the book, and even under the soft glow of the spell, her smile remained gentle.

Deep in his eyes, there was neither hatred nor sorrow, but an almost insane pleasure.

Shea was completely unaware of Eve's unusual behavior and remained engrossed in the novel's plot.

She would occasionally let out a soft sigh of sudden realization, and continue her "research on dating strategies".