章 39: A great zombie apocalypse!
On the desolate streets, the echoes of "What is that...?" reverberated continuously.
"What is it...?"
"What...?"
"Eh...?"
Freya was momentarily stunned, completely bewildered by the indifferent demeanor of the man before her. "You... how can you be like this? Aren't you supposed to be a good person with a warm heart beneath that cold exterior?"
"..."
(Ah, hahahaha... this human lad, the little songstress actually claims you are a good person with a warm heart beneath that icy facade—hahaha... a good person! A good person! Hahaha... you've made my day with the funniest joke I've heard in a long time, hahaha...)
In response to the demon's mockery, Xiao Mu Yu offered no reaction whatsoever.
He merely lowered his head coldly, his icy gaze fixated on the girl before him, and said in a tone as frigid as ice, "Although I do not know what events transpired to lead you to such a grave misjudgment, I must inform you that you have misunderstood me. I am not as noble as you imagine."
"On the contrary, I am a wretched being, steeped in vice and darkness, irredeemably depraved. This is my true nature; placing your hopes upon me is your gravest error."
"You..." Freya paused, gazing incredulously at the indifferent man who referred to himself as wretched. "Then why did you save that little girl? You must know my identity, right? You risked offending a saint-tier powerhouse to rescue a girl ensnared in a den of evil. I refuse to believe that someone like you could be a heartless, indifferent criminal."
(Ah, it seems your previous actions have led to a misunderstanding, human lad, hee hee... you are a good person! Hahaha, you are a great good person! Hahaha...)
(However, I am quite curious; despite the fact that saving that little girl meant handing over this lovely little songstress to the 'casino tycoon,' under normal circumstances, this songstress would receive quite a 'lavish' treatment.)
(If a typical woman were to encounter such a situation, based on human psychology, even if she eventually escaped unscathed, she would likely harbor a deep-seated hatred for you, the executioner. Yet, we observe none of this negative emotion in this little songstress; instead, her attitude toward you is quite amiable. What do you suppose is the reason for this?)
(Hee hee hee... abnormal occurrences are often sinister, human lad. What do you think of this little songstress's peculiar attitude? Hahaha...)
Fixing his cold gaze upon the blue-haired woman before him, Xiao Mu Yu asked icily, "You do not hate me?"
"Eh? Hate you? Why would I hate you?" Freya asked, utterly astonished. "What grievance do we share? Why should I harbor hatred toward you?"
"..." Raising his head with indifference, Xiao Mu Yu observed the two blurred figures chasing one another atop the towering clock tower in the distance and coldly inquired, "After I kidnapped you and handed you over to the casino owner, do you not resent me for such actions?"
"Ah... so that's what this is about," Freya replied with a smile. "It's quite simple, really. My master is a saint-tier individual; how could he not leave me some protection while I travel the continent?"
Understanding her implication, Xiao Mu Yu grasped the situation.
(Oh? So that's how it is, hahahaha... since you know you won't be harmed, you feel no distress over being subjected to my actions? Hee hee... what an innocent and adorable girl you are!)
(Ah... such a pure and innocent young lady, the beauty of her fall would be a sight to behold! Human lad, are you excited? Are you not thrilled? Hahahaha...)
(With such an unguarded demeanor and that innocent, lovely face, ah... why not drag her into an alley right now and let this naive girl experience the true nature of humanity's malice, what it means to be consumed by desire? Oh... hahaha...)
(Let's show our lovely little songstress what the real world of adults entails! Hahaha... as for that so-called saint-tier protection, you need not worry; I possess countless methods to circumvent that triviality. What do you say, human lad? Are you tempted? Are you tempted? Hahahaha...)
Despite the demon's insidious encouragement, Xiao Mu Yu remained unyieldingly indifferent. He stated coldly to the extraordinary beauty before him, "I believe you have misunderstood."
"Do you think I would risk offending a saint to save a girl ensnared in a den of evil, believing myself to be noble?"
Xiao Mu Yu replied coldly, "However, you do not comprehend the truth of the matter. Your judgments are based on erroneous perceptions leading to flawed conclusions; the reality is as follows."
"First, take a look at my hair. How old do you think I am?" Xiao Mu Yu asked icily.
"Uh... twenty? Thirty? Or perhaps forty?" Freya replied, somewhat uncertain as she regarded his mixed gray and white hair.
"None of those; I am seventy-six years old."
Uttering this blatant lie with a completely composed expression, Xiao Mu Yu displayed no signs of unease.
"In my youth, I consumed a peculiar fruit, which granted me eternal youth until my death. While I may appear as a young man in his twenties or thirties, I am, in fact, a man in his seventies."
"The gray in my hair is the clearest evidence; I trust you can discern that this is not dyed. The girl I rescued from the den of evil, her name is Yaya, and she is, in fact, my granddaughter."
"Uh... so you acted out of concern for your family? In that case, I shall forgive you."
Freya remarked, having been taught to show respect to her elders, promptly lowering her attitude. "Initially, I had some reservations about you kidnapping me, but since it was to save your family, I shall forgive you."
Xiao Mu Yu ignored Freya's words and continued, "Do you think I saved that girl solely because she is my granddaughter? Wrong. I saved her for the child she carries."
"Uh... for your great-grandchild?" Freya inquired.
"Great-grandchild? Ah, that could be one way to put it, but in truth, that child is my own flesh and blood," Xiao Mu Yu replied coldly.
"Eh? Eh eh?" Freya exclaimed in shock. "Could you repeat that? I think I must have misheard."
"Ah, certainly. It's quite simple, albeit lengthy. Allow me to explain from the beginning."
Xiao Mu Yu stated coldly, "Fifty years ago, I met Yaya's grandmother. We hit it off immediately and fell deeply in love. Soon after, we had a daughter, but tragically, the year following her birth, Yaya's grandmother passed away. With no relatives, I raised Yaya's mother alone."
"Oh, that must have been quite difficult," Freya said sympathetically. "A man raising a baby alone must have encountered numerous challenges."
"Ah, it was manageable. Although there were many inconveniences and difficulties, I ultimately succeeded in raising Yaya's mother."
"For eighteen years, I loved my daughter deeply, watching her grow from a babbling toddler into a charming young lady. The emotions I felt—my joy, my pride—do you understand?"
As he spoke passionately, Xiao Mu Yu's tone remained dispassionate, creating an oddly unsettling atmosphere that made Freya feel uneasy.
"Never mind; since you have never been a parent, you cannot comprehend that feeling," Xiao Mu Yu continued, still indifferent.
"However, as I watched my daughter mature, I gradually descended into a profound fear... a fear that whispered like a nightmare, haunting my heart day and night, robbing me of peace."
"During that time, I was haggard and anxious, terrified that my beloved daughter would one day leave me. If that were to happen, I would rather die."
"Uh... why would your daughter leave you? Did you have a falling out?" Freya asked cautiously.
"A falling out? Not at all. However, this situation is far more severe than a mere quarrel! It threatens to take away my only treasure in this world."
Xiao Mu Yu stated coldly, "As my daughter grew more beautiful with each passing day, countless scoundrels and fools swarmed around her, attempting to win her heart with their trivial and childish antics."
"Although my daughter never complained to me, I understood deeply that she must have harbored disdain for those immature individuals; I knew it, I could sense it."
"Uh... cough cough..." Freya, seemingly grasping something, found herself at a loss for words.
Continuing to observe the indifferent "father" speaking to himself, Freya's gaze held a sense of pity. "Um... sir, I believe I understand your situation. I can empathize with your feelings, but you should not think that way. You should be happy for your daughter; the attention she receives from her peers indicates her exceptional qualities."
"Hmm? Happy? Why should I be happy?" Turning back coldly, Xiao Mu Yu's eyes glinted with ice. "My most precious treasure is coveted by others; why should I feel joy?"
"Uh... cough cough... very well, then what happened next?" Freya asked cautiously. "What transpired afterward?"
"What happened next? Hmph," Xiao Mu Yu snorted, indicating his triumph. "In the end, those scoundrels and fools lost, did they not? They dared to try and take my most precious daughter; they were not worthy!"
"Uh... did anything happen afterward?" Freya inquired cautiously, sensing an ominous premonition rising within her.
"What happened afterward? Oh, afterward, my daughter and I had a little girl named Yaya, the one you met earlier," Xiao Mu Yu stated coldly.
"Pfft... cough cough... what did you just say?" Freya felt as if the world had crumbled around her, her expression one of disbelief as she asked, her tone so shocked that she momentarily forgot to address him with the respect due to an elder.
"Hmm? Did you not hear me clearly?" Seemingly impatient, Xiao Mu Yu replied coldly, "I had a little girl with my daughter, and I named her Yaya. She is my granddaughter and also my daughter. Do you understand?"
"Cough cough... I... I understand..." Freya's expression was a mix of confusion and disbelief, her words strained.
To divert attention, the blue-haired songstress tentatively asked, "So, what happened next? What occurred afterward?"
"What happened next?" At the mention of those words, Xiao Mu Yu appeared furious.
"Later, Yaya's mother, my dear daughter, fell ill and passed away. This must have been the goddess's jealousy over my life being happier than hers, so she took Yaya's mother's life! Cursed goddess! How detestable!"
"Uh... cough cough... my condolences," Freya found herself at a loss for how to comfort this man who had "experienced the vicissitudes of life."
"But I still have my lovely daughter and my adorable granddaughter. I continue to love her as I watch her grow..." Xiao Mu Yu coldly continued.
Wait, what is this intense feeling of foreboding? Freya asked, her expression troubled. "Um... may I interrupt you? Did you, later on, have a child with Yaya, your daughter, who is also your granddaughter?"
"Hmm? Have a child? How could that be?" Xiao Mu Yu appeared astonished by the girl's question. "The doctor said this time it would be twins!"
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