Chapter 29: A Familiar Face in a New Era

For once, Eve felt she had slept soundly.

She sat up in bed, pulling back the thick quilt. With a languid stretch, she gazed out at the pitch-black night beyond the window, exclaiming,

“Hmm, what a bright and sunny day it is.”

“A wonderful night life has begun…”

“As if!”

“Didn’t I fall asleep leaning against the wall? How did I get into bed?!”

Eve sprang from the bed, her gaze sweeping around the room. She quickly realized this was not the study where sheer exhaustion had claimed her.

“I must have slept already! Why is it still dark outside!”

‘Was it all a dream? Or had an entire day already passed?’

Eve’s thoughts spiraled, her mind, no longer idling, began to race furiously. She scrutinized her own state while simultaneously dredging up memories from before she had fallen asleep.

Regrettably, the system panel’s notification had occurred after she had drifted off, so Eve hadn’t noticed it at first. Until this very moment, she had been pondering whether Xien or one of his servants had discovered her asleep.

But in the very next moment, Eve realized her assumption was entirely wrong.

A soft creak.

The room’s door was gently pushed ajar, and a small head, half-hidden, peered in from the hallway, eyes wide with a focused stare.

Hearing the subtle sound, Eve instinctively turned her head to look.

Their eyes met.

Obscured by the door, Eve could only discern a rather prominent golden cowlick and a pair of dazzling, sparkling golden eyes.

Yet, upon seeing her, the figure’s eyes immediately brightened. That little golden cowlick seemed to perk up with an almost human animation, and the small head swiftly retreated.

The very next moment, the room’s main door swung wide open from the outside.

A golden figure, radiating a sacred aura, burst into the room. From the newcomer’s lips came a vibrant, energetic voice: “Miss Eve, good evening! Would you care for a cup of hot milk?”

The familiar voice, combined with the iconic maid uniform, allowed Eve to instantly recognize the individual.

“Wennya?!”

Wennya nodded cheerfully, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. “Mhm~ It’s Wennya! Miss Eve, you haven’t mistaken me!”

The girl was not tall, yet her smile exuded immense warmth. Coupled with the golden divine radiance that enveloped her, she felt like a small winter sun, effortlessly radiating comfort to all.

‘Speaking of which, does Wennya know she’s become a Holy Spirit?’

Eve decided to probe, a smile gracing her lips. “Wennya, I hadn’t expected you to be as lively as ever.”

The little maid, Wennya, laughed a touch bashfully. “Hehe… Is that so? Wennya has always been this way.”

“Besides, isn’t Miss Eve still the same as before? No matter how much time passes, you still love to get startled so easily, just like when you were a child. Wennya heard all the commotion from outside the door.”

Eve plopped back onto the bed. “Well, that’s only because I was inexplicably moved from the study to sleep in a bed, which gave me quite a fright, didn’t it?”

“By the way, it was Wennya who brought me back to bed last night, wasn’t it?”

Wennya nodded dutifully. “Mhm, last night Wennya saw Miss Eve asleep on the floor. Sleeping like that would surely make you catch a cold, so I took the liberty of carrying Miss Eve back to your room.”

After speaking, she cast a furtive glance at Eve.

“However, when I was carrying Miss…”

“Wennya felt Miss Eve’s entire body was icy, so cold, and yet so light. It felt truly peculiar…”

Wennya lightly tapped her chin with her index finger, tilting her head slightly as she recalled the sensation from the previous night. She then added,

‘How could I not be cold? I’m already long dead…’

The little undead muttered softly to herself.

She glanced at the quilt beside her, surmising Wennya had covered her with it.

Although the little maid Wennya’s thoughtful act of adding the quilt was ultimately futile, the genuine sentiment behind it truly touched Eve.

Still, Eve hadn’t gleaned the information she sought from Wennya’s words.

The more this became apparent, the more difficult Eve found it to reveal the truth to the cheerful little maid before her.

She wasn’t sure if Wennya could withstand the shock the truth would bring…

Yet, in the end, Wennya was the one who spoke first.

“Miss Eve, are you… sick?”

The little maid gazed intently at Eve, her eyes brimming with palpable concern and worry.

Eve fell silent.

In truth, ever since Alice had recognized her, Eve had pondered how she would confront the acquaintances of her original body.

As a player, she possessed none of the memories belonging to the original inhabitant of this otherworld.

The good news was that over three centuries had passed since the original body’s demise, meaning all acquaintances and enemies alike were long gone.

Well, all except Alice.

However, Alice, with her vast knowledge as a Saintess, was constrained by her own understanding. She believed Eve’s memory loss was a consequence of wicked necromancy.

Thus, no matter how much Eve deviated from her original persona, Alice could always rationalize it away using this explanation, should she choose to.

Nevertheless, such a predicament had finally arrived.

A personal maid like Wennya, who had once served the original body, and was now revived by Eve as a Holy Spirit, would undoubtedly notice how different her mistress was in their future interactions.

After a moment of hesitation, Eve concluded that a swift, sharp pain was preferable to prolonged agony. Could she truly deceive Wennya for a moment, let alone an entire lifetime?

Eve took a deep breath, her pale, youthful face turning serious as she met Wennya’s gaze. “Wennya, the truth is…”

“I am already dead.”

“And it’s not just me; you are dead too.”

“It is now Continental Year 1045.”

At this, Eve paused, eager to gauge Wennya’s reaction and her capacity to accept such a revelation.

Unexpectedly, Wennya displayed no shock at all. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her little cowlick twitching, and said with an innocent earnestness, “Mhm… Miss Eve, Wennya already knows this. Last night, Wennya explored the house and saw the calendar.”

“More than three hundred years have passed, so Wennya must have died a long time ago.”

“Wennya even remembers how she died: Master choked me to death, pressing me against the wall.”

“It’s just that Wennya never imagined that Miss Eve would also… pass away.”

As she recounted her own death, Wennya’s face remained utterly relaxed, completely unconcerned, as if the deceased person were not her at all.

It was only when she spoke of Eve that Wennya’s demeanor grew somewhat crestfallen, and the cowlick on her head drooped.

However, Wennya quickly regained her cheerful disposition. “But since Wennya can see Miss Eve again, Miss Eve must have successfully revived, right!”

“Wennya just knew it! Miss Eve is so clever, she would never die so easily!”

With that, Wennya clenched a small fist and pressed it against her chest, closing her eyes as if sensing something profound.

Then, she slowly began to speak. “Moreover, Wennya can feel an invisible bond connecting herself and Miss Eve…”

“Miss Eve must have revived Wennya too, otherwise, Wennya wouldn’t be standing here!”

Wennya reopened her eyes, her brilliant, seemingly luminous gaze fixed on Eve with anticipation and gratitude.