When a terrifying countdown engulfs the globe, the game named "Divine Court Technology" descends upon the world. Su Deng, who yearns only for death and has inexplicably gained a son from th...
She took the magic mirror with her.
Unbeknownst to Su Deng and Acha, who had left, a small red figure was lurking in the shadows in the woods on the other side of the square.
After seeing them leave, he looked at the few people in the square, pulled his hood down to cover his face, and walked out.
Acha knew where the palace was, and with its guidance, the destination was clear.
The weather here is strange. As we approached the capital, it started snowing, and the snow fell heavier and heavier, like tearing cotton.
"Meow~" Acha meowed and quickened her pace with Su Deng.
In the dead of night, with such heavy snow falling, the residents of the city where the palace is located are already asleep, and it is very quiet.
As I passed through an alley, I faintly heard weak human voices.
Su Deng turned her head. "Acha, did you hear something?"
The sound was very faint, but it was definitely there.
"Meow~" Acha looked into the alley, "It's coming from inside."
Su Deng paused, took her sword, and quietly turned inside.
"Buy a match..."
Anyone want to buy matches?
"matches……"
The sound became softer and clearer.
Bathed in the shimmering light of the snow, a little girl of about five or six years old was crouching in the corner between two houses deep in the alley.
Her clothes were tattered, she was barefoot in the snow, and her pretty little face was pale from the cold.
I was covered in snow and shivering from the cold.
Selling matches in such a deep alley on such a snowy night?
How could there possibly be anyone?
And this sudden snowfall, could it be just to catch the little match girl, or to freeze her to death?
Su Deng's lips twitched slightly; she was already immune to the absurdity of this game world.
"Hello……"
The little match girl knew that no one would come out on this snowy night, and no one would buy her matches, but she still clung to that unrealistic hope.
In despair, she lit a match in an attempt to warm herself.
With the first match, she saw a luxurious shop window and a sumptuous dining table.
With the second match, she saw a person appear before her.
A woman with beautiful features, dressed in black.
He was holding a sword.
A black cat with blue eyes was perched on my shoulder.
She did not disappear until the burning match in her hand went out.
The little girl was stunned, her mouth agape. "You...are you a fairy?"