Life Simulation: Let the Female Swordsman Regret for the Rest of His Life

"Bang——"

There was a roaring explosion from the outside world.

That was the high-level fire magic that exploded with fireworks rising high into the sky and concentrating on one point.

The bright flames even illuminated the night.

In the city of Allenson, the three major god churches of the God of Fire, the God of Blacksmiths, and the Goddess of Harvest, their magicians are constantly releasing various powerful magics to demonstrate the power of the gods.

At this time of year, the god churches will secretly compete with each other.

Whoever can win will get more believers in the coming year.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The fierce sounds caused by various magic bombardments in the distant sky interrupted Xu Xi's memories.

He looked to the side, the young witch had a blank expression, holding the necklace and gold coins tightly in her hands, still looking empty and quiet.

The magic outside the house was too dazzling.

The dazzling light entered the house.

Illuminating half of Krisa's fair cheek, silver-gray smooth long hair, and soft small nose.

And the hands that couldn't help but keep stroking the necklace.

Krisa seemed to want to wear the necklace, but she didn't know how to do it, because in her past miserable life, there was only pain and torture, and her understanding of the necklace was limited to looking at it.

The slender white fingertips touched the necklace ring, clumsy, cautious, lightly touched and immediately retracted.

Fearing that it would be damaged accidentally.

The movements were immature and the fingers were at a loss, which made people feel pity.

"Krisa, let me help you."

"...Okay."

Xu Xi reached out to help, took the sea blue necklace from the girl, walked behind her, grabbed the mithril chain at both ends of the necklace, and passed it through the neck as gently as possible.

During the wearing process.

Xu Xi's fingers brushed the girl's neck.

It was a very wonderful feeling, which made Krisa a little itchy, a little hot, and a little fond of it.

She rubbed it subconsciously, and her neck hit the chains on both sides, making a pleasant sound.

But the girl soon realized that this would bring unnecessary trouble to Xu Xi.

So she stood up again.

Feeling the warm hands separating her long hair, she pulled the two mithril chains to cross behind her neck, and finally pressed the silver buckle, and with a click, the aquamarine necklace was fixed.

It was snowing heavily, and the house was bustling.

Under the gentle pull of the man, the mithril necklace inlaid with aquamarine beads fell steadily on the girl's slightly hot neck.

Why was it hot?

The witch was puzzled.

This was an experience she had never had before.

"Not bad, not bad," Xu Xi took a few steps back, looked up and down at Krisa who was wearing the necklace, and showed a satisfied look on his face.

"Just as I expected, this necklace really suits you, Krisa."

Xu Xi smiled.

He exclaimed sincerely.

Winter is cold and chilly, and this will not change even on the lively New Year's Eve.

But at this moment, right now.

Xu Xi felt that he saw something beautiful enough to melt away the winter.

The gray-silver long hair slightly covered the snow-white neck, and the scars of the past disappeared, replaced by delicateness and softness. The witch who had lost her emotions lowered her head and held the sea-blue necklace hanging from her neck with both hands.

Refraction.

Reflection.

Reflection.

While Krisa was staring at the sea-blue necklace, the hazy and dreamy blue glow was also swaying, reflected in Krisa's empty eyes.

At first glance, the eyes seemed to have regained their spirit.

Although it was only for a short moment.

It soon dissipated with the instability of the light.

But Xu Xi still felt that this moment was extremely gorgeous.

He felt such pride and emotion in his heart, my witch is so beautiful.

Then, Xu Xi asked the expressionless girl: "Krisha, how do you feel? Do you like it?"

The girl nodded gently: "I like it."

Then she added politely: "Thank you."

...

It was late at night.

It was time to say goodbye on New Year's Eve.

After giving New Year's gifts and lucky money, Xu Xi left the kitchen.

He walked towards the study, preparing to meditate and break through his mental power before going to bed tonight.

After he left, Krisha was alone in a daze for a long time.

It was a long time, longer than all the memories of the past.

It was very messy, more complicated than the chaotic thoughts in her heart.

When Krisha came to her senses.

She realized that she had unconsciously cleaned up the dishes and returned to her room.

She curled up in the corner of the bed with her knees hugged, and was in a daze for a long time without moving.

"Gift..."

"I also have my own...gift..."

The subtle voice echoed in the air.

It was very plain, without any ups and downs.

Until now,In fact, Krisa still felt that an object like her that could be thrown away at will was not qualified to receive gifts or the love from the owner.

Objects should have self-awareness.

One should not ask for more things that do not belong to oneself.

But.

It is also necessary to listen to the owner.

If the master asked her to accept it, then she could not refuse. Krisa held the dark blue necklace in front of her chest, her eyes confused, but also with a few waves.

Like...

I like it very much...

I like this gift very much.

The heavy feelings kept accumulating in her chest, becoming heavier and more confused, but she could not figure out what it was.

For a witch who had lost her feelings, it was too difficult to understand these feelings.

But it was not a big problem.

Krisa had her own solution. She did not need to understand or vent. She just needed to stay by Xu Xi's side and listen to his words and instructions.

Tear——

The sunlight from the window attracted Krisa's attention.

At this moment, she realized that she had been in a daze in the room all night, so she didn't notice the sun rising.

The first day of the new year.

The sun's radiance was stronger than ever before.

With a violent and savage attitude, it penetrated the curtains and fell on the dazed demon girl, as if the man had redeemed her two months ago.

"Praise the great sun god."

"May the sun god protect you and me forever."

Outside the house.

The citizens of Allenson City walked out of their homes one after another, praying to the sun on the first day of the new year, hoping that the sun god would protect them.

The sun...

Krisa lowered her head and buried her cheek between her legs.

She said in a voice that only she could hear:

"Thank you sun..."

Not thanking the gods.

But thanking the 'sun' that broke into her world, took her away from the quagmire of despair, brought her light and hope, and belonged to her alone.

In the repeated calls for help, only he heard the witch's voice and was willing to extend a warm hand.

That warmth.

That compassion.

It has been deeply engraved in the witch's heart and cannot be forgotten.

For this reason, the witch's future will only live for the "sun". If she loses that gentle light and the eyes that look at her, the witch will completely lose the meaning of her existence.

She will fall into the abyss that even she is afraid of.