Chapter 73: Strolling Through the Night Market
“Lena Falmouth.”
“Correct! Here’s a little red flower for you, sweetie!”
Lena plucked a wildflower and tucked it into Diana’s hair, her voice gentle. “But I still prefer the unruly you, please revert back.”
“Ugh… waaaah…”
“Oh?”
Tears streamed down Diana’s face like broken pearls. She turned to Lena, showing her tear-stained face.
“Why are you crying?” Lena was taken aback, then amused. “I wasn’t even angry after you bullied me, and now you’re playing the victim.”
Seriously, she had met a real drama queen today.
“I couldn’t help it…”
Diana’s voice was hoarse, and she wiped her tears, but they were quickly replaced by new ones, blurring her vision.
“What else could I do?!”
She wailed, burying her face in Lena’s chest, soaking Lena’s clothes with her tears.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bully you, I just, just…”
Regret washed over her. Perhaps Diana just wanted attention, hence her attention-seeking behavior.
It was related to her upbringing and her environment.
Diana’s apology to Lena showed her inherent goodness, but her status meant she was surrounded by sycophants, shaping her into the little devil she was now.
“This is so unlike you, I’m not used to it.”
Lena chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to comfort her.
So, she took the tearful princess for a walk, a change of scenery.
Two enemies from her past life now in this awkward situation, was this a test for Lena?
This was turning into a comedy…
“There’s a goblin selling fireworks up ahead, want to take a look?” Lena’s gaze focused on the orange glow in the distance, where a small goblin was peddling prohibited “firework bombs.”
The small but intelligent goblins possessed the most advanced brains and magic technology, always coming up with innovative inventions. The “firework bomb” was one of them.
“Mm…”
Diana sniffled, agreeing.
Her docile demeanor was a stark contrast to her usual arrogant self.
Lena almost rolled her eyes.
Forget it.
Rubbing her temples, Lena reluctantly took on the role of the princess’s babysitter…
She would definitely charge Diana for this later. Wait, what was she originally planning to do?
Uh…
She couldn’t say.
Plans never survived contact with reality, just like Diana’s tears, a rare sight, a form of punishment for the arrogant little devil.
It wasn’t a true victory, but there would be plenty of opportunities later.
Lena was still curious about Diana’s death in her past life, determined to find the answer herself.
…
The night market bustled with activity, the crowds adding to the lively atmosphere.
Located on an island in the middle of a famous scenic lake, the night market was a prime location for merchants, who flocked here, paying their stall fees for the right to… well, do business.
“Take a look, have a look, guaranteed no fakes, come, come, make your money work for you.”
A foreign merchant with a clay teapot on his head shouted enthusiastically, his stall displaying rows of colorful pottery jars.
It was said that lucky people could find valuable treasures inside. Lena hadn’t tried it; it was probably a scam.
But Diana seemed fascinated, her tears forgotten, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling in the light of the night market.
“What’s that? And that, and that!” She excitedly tugged at Lena’s hand, pointing at everything, her eyes filled with curiosity. “So many things I’ve never seen before, this place is amazing!”
“All night markets are the same, don’t be so surprised.”
Lena briefly educated the sheltered princess, then approached a stall, asking casually, “Any scrolls?”
“Virility Scrolls, guaranteed to keep your lover going all night long!”
“Do I look like someone with kidney deficiency?” Lena pointed at herself, her eyes narrowing.
“Quack?”
A long beak quacked in confusion, the stall owner paddling in a square pool, his body rotating like a fish out of water.
His gaze landed on Diana, then on their linked arms. “Ah! I know what you need!”
He quickly dove underwater.
The clever walrus-man retrieved a popular item for human women from a giant clam shell.
As he proudly presented it to Lena, Diana suddenly reacted, kicking the pink, phallic object back into the water, her face flushing. “Let’s go! This person is weird! Huff, huff, huff—”
“Quack? Is it too small, quack?”
The walrus-man scratched his head, not bothering to persuade them.
Strange female humans, male humans were much easier to fool, buying Virility Scrolls in bulk…
“Senior, why did you take me to that stall?!”
Diana pulled away from Lena, embarrassed and annoyed. “Idiot, Senior, you big idiot.”
“Not calling me ‘weakling’ anymore? Senior Weakling? Hmm?”
Lena deliberately teased her, enjoying Diana’s flustered expression.
Diana, of course, wouldn’t back down, giggling. “Weakling, weakling~ Do I have to use this tone for Senior Weakling to listen?~ You’re such a pervert~ how disgusting~”
“…” That’s the spirit.
This was how Diana had taunted her every day in her past life. It had been so long, she almost had PTSD…
However, the little devil’s taunts went unanswered, and she became annoyed.
“Boring! I hate you!”
Diana bit her lip, her violet eyes shimmering.
Why, oh why, was this person so impervious to her teasing?!
It was like stopping midway through, like someone getting interrupted during a private moment.
Diana felt frustrated, like she had been played by Lena.
“How are we getting home?”
Hand in hand, Diana strolled through the night market, looking at Lena’s profile with concern.
Her features were soft and gentle. Lena was the most beautiful person Diana had ever met, and also the most enigmatic.
“We’re not going to be stuck here, are we? Do you have a glass bird? Hey, Lena…”
Her voice trailed off, unanswered.
Lena seemed to be ignoring her, leading her through the various stalls, like a background actor going through the motions.
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