Ah Xion truly lived in the mansion in Baixi Town, and although everyone had various thoughts in their hearts, they ultimately maintained a superficial peace.

Mohe seemed as though nothing was amiss, and she even condensed her golden blood in front of Ah Xion to restore her strength. The Sword Saint appeared unbothered, as if she felt no threat from Mohe.

"Rose, what dessert are you making today?"

"This isn't really a dessert, Miss Xion, it's a kind of potato cookie." Rose explained while working, "Experimenting with various dishes has been my recent interest. It might not be delicious, but it's quite interesting."

Ah Xion pondered slightly: "More interesting than swordsmanship?"

Rose's hands stiffened slightly; she didn't respond to the question.

It seemed Ah Xion didn't actually want an answer, as she just stood there watching Rose make the potato cookies.

The other person's movements were very skilled, appearing like an ordinary girl. Power and weakness seemed meaningless to Rose.

"Once, you knelt before me, pleading for me to take you as a disciple. You said you wanted to surpass A. Gedora. I was moved by your sincerity, and I taught you with all my might. You learned diligently." Ah Xion suddenly spoke of the past, "But back then, you didn't like the sword to this extent."

Rose's actions didn't pause at all; she just looked at Ah Xion puzzledly: "What are you talking about? Miss Xion, I've never met you before."

She didn't believe this woman truly recognized her identity, as her essence had been altered by the Demon King Mohe. If she could be recognized, it must be through verification of her lifestyle habits. However, would a woman named Ah Xion really pay attention to the lifestyle habits of a failed disciple like her?

Impossible.

She likely only inferred her identity based on Doro. It must be said that this was a smart guess, but Rose wouldn't admit it.

She knew well that if she acknowledged this identity, then this woman would probably take action.

As she did in that valley, where this woman killed her thinking she wasn't a qualified successor, she never intended to bestow the name of Ah upon her.

The only person she truly acknowledged was Doro.

But so what? She herself took back Doro's name, causing Doro to become the Doro of today. If Ah Xion were a normal person, it's unlikely she'd have the face to come to this mansion with plans to live with them for a while—such shameless behavior.

It was just that this woman had always been abnormal; that's why she'd do such unreasonable things. She was a madwoman who'd do anything for the sword, a pitiful person dominated by the sword.

Oh, maybe she's no different from her past self, dominated by the shadow named A. Gedora, no longer looking at the world itself.

Come to think of it, she really was a pitiful woman.

When Rose reached this conclusion, she unexpectedly showed a sympathetic look, offering a baked cookie to Ah Xion: "You can try it, Miss Xion. This cookie should taste pretty good."

Ah Xion didn't understand.

What did the other person's expression mean?

She had never seen such an expression in Frodonick's eyes. Back when she accepted Frodonick, it was because she saw the shadow of A. Gedora in their eyes—a kind of persistence. A persistence for A. Gedora. So, even when seeing they had no talent, she still agreed to become their teacher.

This kind of persistence is the essence of the sword.

Although the other person's persistence wasn't the sword, Gedora's sword was more outstanding than her own, so... persistence for Gedora could also be considered persistence for the sword.

Frodonick wouldn't have such vivid expressions, so was she really not Frodonick?

But the way A. Gedora looked at this person was clearly...

She accepted the potato cookie and took a bite. It was slightly salty but tasted good.

"How is it, Miss Xion?"

"Very tasty."

"That's good."

...

At this moment, Mohe and Doro were stepping through the town, with Doro carrying bags of various things in his hands.

"Mohe, do you want to buy more stuff?"

"Of course," Mohe replied confidently, "The mansion is still missing many things. If they're not all acquired and guests come over, thinking my status is lacking, it'd be terrible."

Status—You're acting like you really have some status.

Doro felt helpless, thinking Mohe was deliberately tormenting him. After all, Mohe could just use her bag to fit all these things inside, but she claimed that such a thing shouldn't be exposed in public.

The excuse was, of course, reasonable, but Doro found it hard to handle.

It wasn't that these things were physically heavy, but the bags created a psychological heaviness.

It made one subconsciously feel mentally exhausted.

"So, what's your plan for having my former teacher come here?"

"Huh~ You only ask now after she's been here for days? Rose and Lisidorwei asked the same day. Should I say I'm not surprised the Hero who once defeated me is so composed!" Mohe gave an ambiguous compliment to Doro.

Doro sometimes really thought this Demon King was badly in need of a lesson, but knowing he was weaker, he couldn't do anything about it: "Do you know what she intends to do?"

"How would I know? I'm not familiar with her. Even during my time as Demon King, I never made any plans targeting her. Shouldn't you know better what she wants to do?"

"...Then why did you invite her?"

"I just smelled something 'interesting.' I can't miss such an entertaining matter."

This person's taste is really terrible. Doro had known about the Demon King's awful personality for some time, but when she actually acted this way, Doro still found it a bit hard to bear. If one day they finished their transaction and could interact as equals, Doro felt he'd need to seize the chance to let her know the consequences of offending a middle-aged man when she's still weak.

"Speaking of our Sword Saint, I have a question for you."

"What?"

"Why does she dress so scantily? Could it be that she actually wishes, in her heart, for others to do inappropriate things to her?"

Wow, that's quite a harsh thing to say...

"In Ah Xion's world, she believes a qualified swordsman should be like her, not wearing any armor. She minimizes the material on her body to make her sword more pure, attacking is the sword, defending is the sword, living is the sword... She essentially looks down on wearing thick clothes and armor. She believes it's not pious to the sword, a lack of trust in the sword in her hand. That's why she doesn't wear heavy clothing."

"Huh~ I thought she just didn't know how to attract your attention, so she clumsily used this method to showcase her charm. From this perspective, wouldn't she seem a bit cute?"

Doro struggled to keep a straight face: "And you can say things like this, Miss Mohe, do you harbor some unrealistic fantasies about human women? Do you think they're such charming creatures? Only those foolish authors would depict such cute girls, but in reality, they're not cute at all."

"Saying things like that on the street! Don't say you know me if you get attacked." Mohe teased with a smile, "Overall, aren't you quite familiar with her, Mr. Doro?"

Doro was momentarily speechless.

"So then? After I tell you about her, aren't you also supposed to tell me something about you? What is it you really want?"

Mohe walked ahead, leaving only her back for Doro to see.

"Didn't they tell you?"

"Sword Demon? Do you think such a statement could make me believe?"

Mohe stopped, "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Creating new Demon Race, what does it mean for you? Filling the Demon Race's void? Now you're a human, ruling the world as a human and as a Demon Race, what's the difference for you?"

Mohe finally turned around, looking at Doro with a half-smile: "The way you say that, Mr. Doro, it sounds like if I maintained the appearance of a human to rule the world, you'd accept it—am I not understanding you wrongly? Do you now think the world being ruled by me is a good thing?"

"I didn't mean that."

"Is that so?" Mohe turned back, "I'll take it that you didn't mean that. However, if you truly have that thought, you can tell me directly. If that's what you desire, I can certainly fulfill that. After all, as a member of the Demon Race, ruling as a human or as a Demon Race makes no difference to me, because ultimately, this world will be controlled by me."

Doro had heard these kinds of words from her more than once before. Instinctively, he felt he shouldn't believe her, but she seemed serious about it.

"Do you think that person will become part of the Demon Race?"

"If, in her heart, there is only the sword. But Gedora's sword is even more outstanding than hers, so... an obsession with Gedora can also be considered an obsession with the sword."

Mohe finally turned around, a faint smile on her face: "This is your fate to decide."

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