Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 746 - 747: Mengxi’s Plan

The more she thought about it, the more Yumo felt a headache coming on, unable to help but lift her hand to her forehead and sigh softly.

Yumo was lost in her thoughts when a soft, soothing voice gradually made its way into her ears. Yumo followed the sound and glanced at Mengxi, the silver-haired girl next to her who was brushing her hair.

"Ding dong~, come on, Yumo, first appreciate my masterpiece~"

Closely leaning against Yumo’s cheek, Mengxi excitedly said.

This statement also pulled Yumo back from her thoughts to reality, showing a trace of confusion:

"What’s this, Mengxi?"

"Hehe, just now, sister’s makeup is all set~"

The next moment,

A pleased Mengxi cheerfully pushed Yumo in front of a mirror.

With a snap of Mengxi’s fingers, the room suddenly became brightly lit, and Yumo’s own stunning beauty was perfectly reflected in the mirror.

At this moment, under Mengxi’s efforts, Yumo had rarely put on a light makeup, making her already celestial face even more breathtaking. Her black to red gradient long hair was slightly curled by Mengxi, casually draped over her back, with one strand twisted by Mengxi beside Yumo’s ear into a cute ponytail.

Yumo’s red chiffon dress was replaced by Mengxi with a dignified and beautiful black and white maid dress, paired with black garter stockings, presenting a uniquely charming flavor.

"How about it? Cute, isn’t it?"

Mengxi leaned in, saying in Yumo’s ear as if seeking approval.

"This is a combination I thought about for a long time."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Yumo smiled,

"Yes, it’s really nice."

Yumo revealed a sweet smile, her eyes full of approval for Mengxi’s aesthetic sense.

However,

To Yumo’s response, Mengxi frowned, her excitement quickly fading. The empathetic Mengxi soon picked up on the unusual tone in Yumo’s voice.

The result of her hard work not being valued would normally upset any girl.

But Mengxi immediately put down her comb, concerned about her lover’s mental state.

’Is wifey troubled?’

With this thought, Mengxi put down the mirror, walked slowly to Yumo, and knelt down in front of her. Her head then rested on Yumo’s lap.

With eyes that could melt any heart, Mengxi softly asked,

"Yumo, what’s wrong?"

"Uh?"

Caught off guard by Mengxi’s question, Yumo first paused, then smiled and shook her head:

"It’s nothing, I’m fine."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Mengxi pouted slightly displeased, staring at Yumo with a slightly resentful gaze.

" You are lying~"

"No, really..."

"You’re clearly troubled!"

Mengxi bluntly interrupted Yumo.

"While I was dressing and doing makeup, you kept glancing out the window and sighing from time to time. Isn’t that being troubled by something?"

"Ah, so I can’t hide anything from you?"

Seeing this, Yumo no longer hid her feelings but nodded honestly, affirming the silver-haired girl’s observation.

"Indeed, there are some troubling matters, some depressing issues."

"I see…"

Mengxi nodded thoughtfully,

Then, the silver-haired girl expertly climbed onto Yumo’s lap, wrapped her arms around Yumo’s neck, and the two girls’ foreheads came together intimately. Looking at the stunning beauty up close and feeling the fragrance of Yumo, Mengxi asked with concern:

"What happened? If Sister doesn’t mind, you can talk about it. Sometimes, talking about things makes you feel better. Plus, chatting with me, I might be able to think of a solution, right?"

"Help solve it?"

’If there really was a way to make that brat Pierre behave, I wouldn’t be so troubled’

"Never mind, it’s okay. I’ll handle those brats myself. If you get involved, they’ll be even more rebellious."

"So, Sister is troubled because of her children?"

"Yes, truly troublesome children."

"But, I have to find a way to get along with them, right? Isn’t that what Sister expects?"

"Yes."

Yumo nodded noncommittally:

"That’s true, but I think, you should focus on dealing with the current situation first. Can you handle it? The matter of the Holy War?"

"The Holy War?"

Faced with Yumo’s words, Mengxi gave a wry smile, momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed,

Compared to getting along well with Yumo’s children and making them accept her, the Holy War that was about to begin at the Saintess Coronation Ceremony was undoubtedly a more urgent matter. If she couldn’t handle this well, how could she possibly have the chance to get along well with Yumo’s children in the future?

"As for the Holy War, all the major forces are already in place, gathering strength. Now, Kael and the others are secretly setting up massive binding and weakening barriers at the coronation ceremony venue. It’s said that hundreds of tons of energy stones have been used, even the magical fusion bombs that Xue Tianao created before have been brought in by the Pope in large quantities."

"I see, that’s quite a big move."

"Yes, no choice, after all, they are up against the Demon Temple."

"But? According to you, aren’t you the church’s trump card? The believers will focus their power on you to confront me?"

"That’s right…"

Saying this, Mengxi’s light purple eyes inadvertently revealed a thick tangle of conflict.

After catching this glimpse of conflict, Yumo sighed helplessly.

"Sigh... So, what do you plan to do to end this holy war? It doesn’t seem right to just let me go, does it? That way, you won’t be able to stand with the church members either."

"Stand with them?"

Mengxi let out a disdainful snort.

For a church controlled by a ’false goddess’, Mengxi felt no sense of responsibility, nor did she care about how to stand with the church.

"I really don’t care about that. But, to be honest, I also don’t want Sister Yumo to just leave like that."

"Oh?"

"After all, if Sister leaves, it would mean this holy war ends in failure. Kael and the others won’t just give up; there will be a sixth, a seventh Holy War, until they eliminate you,... So, to end this farce, I was thinking..."

Releasing Yumo’s neck, Mengxi looked solemnly into Yumo’s eyes.

Although she had been struggling with how to explain to Yumo, with the coronation ceremony approaching, she had no time to waste. Now that the topic has come up, she might as well share her thoughts with Yumo.

"Actually, I hope you could..."

Yumo: "Cooperate with you by pretending, to play dead on the battlefield of the Holy War, right?"

"Eh??"

Upon hearing Yumo’s words, Mengxi was momentarily stunned, looking at the black-haired girl in front of her in astonishment.

Seeing Yumo suddenly become insightful, Mengxi felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

"Sister Yumo, you... knew?"

"Hmm, kind of guessed it?~"

Yumo pressed her finger to her lips, speaking in a somewhat mischievous tone.

"Heh!..."

Although Mengxi didn’t know why the usually naive Yumo could suddenly guess her thoughts like a stroke of divine inspiration, Mengxi didn’t dwell on it too much at the moment. Instead, she hurriedly spoke, hoping Yumo would accept her proposal.

"Since that’s the case, then Sister, you..."

"Sorry Mengxi, Yous see~... I have some other ideas this time~"