Simulated Lives: The Sorrow of the Sword Maiden-Chapter 50 – The Witch Who Sleeps Peacefully

Xu Xi had spent four years with the witch.
During these four years.
He had watched the witch grow up.
When it came to everything about the witch, about Krisa, Xu Xi felt that no one could be more familiar than he was.
Yet, even with such familiarity, Xu Xi had rarely taken a serious look at Krisa's eyes.
What words could he use to describe them?
The campfire burned in the darkness, warmth and faint light intertwined, the weather turned cold, breath turned to mist, and her bright and fragile eyes blinked slightly.
Those eyes were not as beautiful as the novels and biographies often described the protagonists'.
There was no mysterious and brilliant color.
No unwavering and fearless determination.
No pure and kind beauty.
Those things, those descriptions, had nothing to do with the emotionless witch.
What Xu Xi could see were only empty and lifeless eyes, devoid of any vitality, not mixed with any emotion, like lifeless objects without any sense of presence.
Only in the moment of blinking could one feel that the owner of the eyes was alive.
"……"
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, the watery sheen covering the surface of her eyeballs, under the illumination of the campfire, further magnified that sense of calm and indifference.
Xu Xi was very curious, as they say, eyes are the windows to the soul, so what would Krisa's soul be like?
He stared, looked closely, observed intently.
But no matter how he observed, all Xu Xi could see in those eyes was his own reflection, nothing else.
That was normal.
After all, Xu Xi was staring into Krisa's eyes, naturally, within Krisa's line of sight, there was only Xu Xi.
"It seems that saying is false."
Xu Xi felt a slight sense of regret.
He couldn't see through the witch's heart through her eyes.
Without wasting more time, Xu Xi began to seriously observe the intertwining gold and black within Krisa's eyes.
The two colors intertwined and entangled, like stars reflecting each other in the night sky, merging into one in a way Xu Xi couldn't comprehend.
It wasn't beautiful, it was even frightening.
The twisted colors made one feel uneasy.
"Krisa, can you describe to me when your eyes started to change?" Xu Xi asked.
"It was before you returned," the girl replied in a calm tone.
Regarding the mutation of her eyes, the witch herself was unclear.
But through her explanation and various probing questions, Xu Xi quickly realized the fundamental cause of the eye mutation.
"Despair and sadness…"
"No, more specifically, it's overly intense and stimulating emotions."
"The reason Krisa's eyes appear pale gold is because she has half Demon Race blood in her, so, thinking from another angle, could the change in her eyes correspond to a change in her bloodline?"
Looking at the motionless, doll-like quiet girl.
Xu Xi fell into deep thought.
He had considered many possibilities, but among those countless possibilities, the suspicion of the Demon Race bloodline was the greatest.
So, Xu Xi extended his palm, gently covering the spot on Krisa's head where the horns used to be.
A bit rough.
A bit protruding.
There were signs of slight regrowth.
"Just as I thought…" Xu Xi's speculation was confirmed.
The sound of the wind roared in his ears, as night fell, the night wind grew more fierce, but it was all blocked by the magic barrier.
Only the sound echoed unwillingly.
Regarding the Demon Race, Xu Xi knew very little.
He had only seen a few words in the Mage Association's books, such as the Demon Race being born without magic but possessing powerful bodies, considered world pests despised by the deities.
These records were too subjective and lacked more detailed content.
Therefore.
Xu Xi couldn't determine whether Krisa's change was good or bad.
"Krisa, do you feel any different?" Xu Xi dispelled the Illumination Spell and asked the owner of the eyes.
She shook her head.
Her gray-silver hair swayed with the motion.
"Mentor, I don't feel anything like that," Krisa answered truthfully.
She didn't feel any physical discomfort, nor did she feel any improvement, except for the change in her eye color, everything remained the same as usual.
"I see…"
The campfire blazed, Xu Xi gave up on exploring the eyes further.
His understanding of the Demon Race was too limited, almost a blank slate, and with such scarce information, neither the Observer nor the Wisdom of Mortals could provide much help.
If he wanted to uncover the truth behind it.
He could only go to other cities, consult more Demon Race literature, and observe the girl's daily changes.
Fortunately, this change didn't bring Krisa any pain.
The only issue was that her eyes looked unsettling.
Xu Xi didn't mind, Krisa didn't care, so there was nothing to worry about.
...
In the time that followed.
Xu Xi and Krisa sat around the campfire.
With the warmth of the fire as a barrier, no strong wind could blow in, nor extinguish the temporarily built campfire.
It was a very subtle feeling.
Sitting inside, sipping hot water, watching the raging winds of nature not far away, it felt as if they were isolated from the world, transcending the boundaries of life and death.
Looking up, one could see the starry sky.
Looking down, one could see the vast plains.
Looking sideways, one could see the burning Allenson.
"Mentor… Mentor… Mentor."
In such an environment, Krisa still, as usual, wanted to do something for Xu Xi from time to time.
Like boiling hot water, or organizing the items in the space ring.
She couldn't stay idle.
Always thinking of doing something for Xu Xi.
In the end, it was Xu Xi who spoke, telling the girl to sit down and rest, and only then did she sit quietly.
"Krisa, we're not in Allenson now, you can relax a bit."
"…Okay."
Looking at the girl who still couldn't sit still, Xu Xi decided to talk about some things to help the girl distract herself.
He talked about a lot, and it was varied.
There were myths from Earth, tips and techniques for practicing magic, or just some leisurely daily life stories of ordinary people.
Krisa listened very attentively.
Was it because the stories were really good, or because the storyteller was Xu Xi?
Or perhaps… neither?
Halfway through his storytelling, Xu Xi realized that at some point, the girl had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Her breathing was steady, she slept soundly, emitting a slight gurgling sound, her delicate features under the moonlight had a unique cold and beautiful charm.
"After all, she's just a child."
Xu Xi smiled helplessly.
He stood up, walked to the sleeping girl, and covered her with a thick, warm blanket.
It seemed as if in her dreams, she sensed Xu Xi's actions.
The girl murmured incoherently, appearing very cute.
Honestly, when Xu Xi first met Krisa, he never imagined that the thin, mud-covered girl would grow into what she was today.
"Is this truly the Beautiful Life Simulator, or the Little Girl Raising Simulator?"
Under the starry sky.
Xu Xi summoned the Simulation Interface, lost in thought.