Although Ash said he had lost his memory, because he had behaved too normally in the past, everyone didn't think it was serious, and naturally no one thought about what amnesia meant to Ash.

"Do you still remember the first time we met in the virtual world?" Sonia suddenly asked.

"I remember." Ash said, "I was still in Broken Lake Prison at that time."

"Compared to that time, am I prettier, cuter, and gentler now?"

Ash's lips moved slightly, and he could only answer, "Yes, yes." His conscience really couldn't bring himself to say a third yes.

"That is to say, if you met me now, you would also fall in love with me, right?" Sonia asked, staring at him with charming eyebrows.

Ash understood what she meant and smiled helplessly: "Of course."

"That's it." Sonia supported her chin and bit the straw and smiled: "If you really forget me, let's start over. I will make you fall in love with me again. It doesn't matter if there is no past, because I will definitely be in your future."

"I must be a daughter this time!" Diya clenched her fists.

"That's what Vichy did, right?" Weisser said, "Before Ash lost his memory, he actually didn't accept her. But after he lost his memory, he fell in love with her again... Ah, I understand. Vichy's previous loss of soul fragments caused a similar effect to amnesia, so she is like a young girl with amorous feelings!"

"I'm not feeling any romantic feelings at all!" Vichy gritted his teeth.

"Indeed, a young girl's heart will not think about having a few children in the future. In this respect, you have indeed shown the charm of a ghost prophet..."

"Can you please stop talking about the child!"

Ash picked up a string of grilled shrimps and watched them quarreling. The slight uneasiness in his heart caused by the confession disappeared.

He looked up at the starry sky above his head. The summer night in Nabisteen was not hot at all. He enjoyed the cool breeze and the barbecue. It was such an ordinary party, but Ash felt that it was the most enjoyable night.

Perhaps it is not that this night is so special, but that after this night there are still many beautiful stories to happen and many precious happiness to grasp.

There is one more thing to resolve though.

When they were almost done eating, Ash asked, "Do you know why the witch came to me tonight?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Felix couldn't help but say, "You may not know it because you have lost your memory, but the witch doesn't need any reason to get into your bed."

Her Majesty the Queen was a little shy: "Oh, it's not that great..."

Ash smiled and briefly talked about the black magic, then asked, "Weiser, have you encountered the mirror magic?"

"No." Weisser shook his head: "What kind of person is the Mirror Demon?"

Ash thought for a moment and said, "According to what Death Maniac said, Mirror Demon is infatuated with Guan Zuo, so he should be...love-brained?"

Weisser said, "That seems very different from me."

When everyone showed an expression of "what are you talking about", Ash looked at Vichy, who looked at him with her hands folded in front of her chest. After a moment of silence, Ash turned his head, and Vichy immediately couldn't hold back: "Why didn't you ask me if I had seen a ghost demon!?"

"But you see it every time you look in the mirror."

"Have you really lost your memory? How come your venomous tongue is more accurate than before?"

"You are actually the one I am least worried about," Ash said. "You and Youmo have very similar personalities, but at the core you are both arrogant and self-centered. No one can get into your hearts. You are like two blazing suns. Youmo can't gradually erode you. She can only hit you to death like a meteorite, or be hit to death by you."

"Humph." The maid glanced at him sideways, her lips curled up slightly: "At least you have some knowledge."

"I can guarantee that Vichy has not been corrupted by the ghost demon," Weisser said, "The ghost demon would never want to live--" Before Yin Deng could finish his words, the maid rushed over and covered his mouth.

Ash looked at Sonia, "Have you seen Death Maniac recently?"

The red-haired girl bit her habitual orange juice and looked away slightly: "No."

"So is there anything you want to tell me?"

"...Oh, about your memories of Diya, Weisser, and Vichy, let us tell you together and check and verify each other to prevent some lawless elements from taking the opportunity to tamper with your memory." Sonia glanced at Diya, who lowered her head and continued eating, pretending not to see it.

"What else?"

"And it's already late, we should go back and rest—"

Ash pulled Sonia in front of him, looked at the orange juice in her hand, and said, "You often drink juice from your mouth recently. I didn't see you have this habit before."

"Is it okay for me to like sweet drinks recently?" Sonia asked fiercely, "Do you think I'm fat!?"

"I just noticed that you always bite the straw." Ash said, "Are you trying to chew something?"

Felix looked at Ash in shock, "Is this something we can talk about on the balcony? How about we go back to the room first?"

However, Sonia's reaction was not to hear the dirty jokes, but to feel uneasy about being discovered browsing the history. Ash took her straw and drank from it himself, and suddenly leaned over to smell her lips. Sonia was a little shy and a little amused: "I just had barbecue, what else can you smell besides cumin?"

Ash asked, "Do you still have the cigarette?"

Sonia nodded and took out a cigarette box from her space ring. Ash took a look and found it was the same cigarette box from last time, only one cigarette was missing.

I don't know if cigarettes have a shelf life... Ash knocked out a cigarette and lit it skillfully. In the quiet night, he could clearly hear the crackling sound of the tobacco, the smoke burning his tongue, the mist soaking his throat, and his brain felt a little tipsy. He exhaled a not-so-perfect smoke ring, and felt his whole body become ethereal, and his worries disappeared along with the smoke.

I've been led astray by that madman. I don't feel choked anymore, Ash thought.

He took a second deep puff and closed his mouth, then extinguished the cigarette and went over to hold Sonia's face, imprinting a nicotine kiss on her lips. Sonia's body tensed for a moment, but slowly softened, and as the smoke filled the air, the burning sensation of nicotine was quickly replaced by a soft and moist feeling with a cumin flavor.

Ash knew why Sonia was accumulating stress.

As long as the witches are around, Sonia will accumulate pressure. This is an unsolvable contradiction that will not change no matter what Ash says or does. The only solution at present is to let Sonia teach Ash a lesson regularly, but it is obvious that Sonia is not willing to do so, so she starts to sully herself again, subconsciously trying to find props to release pressure like a dead maniac, but she can't smoke, so she can only bite the straw all day long.

Since Sonia is unwilling to take the initiative herself, Ash has to guide her.

Pah! Ash was pressed against the wall. He had obviously started the war, but now Sonia had the upper hand and plundered his lips fiercely, just like a small country that had been bullied for a long time suddenly launched a counterattack against a big country that always oppressed the small country. The two of them did not seem to be intimate, but rather like two beasts biting each other, from the sofa to the railing, from the railing to the room, and others took the initiative to make way for them, staring at their extremely fierce and erotic duet.

Finally, Ash pushed Sonia to her chest, and the two of them faced each other, breathing shallowly and quickly, and the warm air gently blew on each other's face. Ash took a deep breath and said, "When you feel stressed and want to smoke, tell me and I'll help you smoke."

"Are you so afraid that I might turn into a death maniac?" Sonia stared at him, her ruby ​​eyes sheen softly.

"No, I just want to know when you are stressed and in a bad mood." Ash blinked: "If you don't want to tell me the specific reason but want me to comfort you, then call me for a cigarette."

Sonia hugged his neck, her eyes seemed to be able to draw silk: "So you just... smoke a cigarette?"

Ash's heart was beating like a war drum. He felt his throat was a little dry and swallowed, then turned around and said, "Sorry, tonight--"

The lights in the Amber Palace suddenly went out, and it was pitch black without a single ray of light. Not even the starlight could penetrate this bedroom. Ash felt a familiar touch of skin on his back. The witch lay on his back, and a charming voice sounded in his ears: "As you said, I only have gloves and socks now."

"How can we leave when you are all like this?" Weisser's voice sounded on the right. She seemed to be lying on the bed: "But in order not to increase the pressure on Sword Princess, I blocked all the light - as long as you can't see, it will be okay, right?"

"Hmm." Vichy didn't say anything, but just hummed twice to indicate that she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Ash didn't respond immediately, but carefully watched Sonia's reaction. He heard Sword Princess mutter something, and then blocked all his questions with her soft lips.

The tenderness in the darkness flooded the room.

The last vacation of life has begun.

…

Outside the door, Deda Rose kept hitting Felix's head, but Felix just stood there against the door and refused to leave. Deda Rose had no choice but to stick to the door and listen to what was going on inside.

"Ms. Lena, you..."

"I'm just making sure you don't do anything out of the ordinary in the hallway."

"I won't!"

"Then what were those secretly taken photos of the audience doing?"

"Hey hey hey!? How did you know?"

"Have you forgotten that I am also the touch of the Four Pillars God..."

Suddenly, there was a cough, and the two stood up straight in an instant, and saw the actual ruler of the Yisu Palace, the chief witch, the legendary magician, the purple moth An Nan, coming over. They didn't have time to explain, An Nan motioned them to be quiet, and then leaned close to the door to listen to the movement inside.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Felix always feels that An Nan’s already expressionless face has become even colder.

An Nan waved at them and walked a little further away before speaking: "Are you going to Blood Moon tomorrow?"

"Yes, through the Eternal Void Gate." Deda Rose said respectfully, "I'll have to trouble Her Excellency the Witch."

"No trouble." An Nan held his chin up, his tone a little subtle: "Let's go to Blood Moon..."

Felix: “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing, I'll go back first. Now is the time to log into the virtual world." An Nan said: "I will arrange for you to go to the Blood Moon."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Watching the chief witch walk away, Felix was a little confused: "What is she doing here?"

"She came to see Guanzuo alone so late at night. She must have some questions about magic that she needs to consult." Deda Rose said calmly, "What other reason is there?"

Felix looked at her in shock: "Ms. Lena, are you serious?"

"You were the one who acted innocent first, so I can only act stupid." Deda Rose dragged her back to the room: "Go back to sleep."

"No, I have to be on duty tonight. I have to help them guard the door. Let me go back--"