“Hey?
Why are you spacing out?
Did you really not sleep well?
Let me check your temperature…” The girl’s thoughts were especially delicate and soft.
Amos had only been distracted for a moment, yet Cyrene’s bright smile had already turned into concern.
Seeing Cyrene stand on tiptoe, looking like she was about to touch his forehead, Amos quickly grabbed her little hand and explained, “I’m not feeling unwell.
I was just thinking about something.” Cyrene blinked her big eyes and carefully looked him over.
Only after confirming that nothing was wrong did she pull her hand back, curiosity entering her voice.
“What were you thinking about so seriously?” Without changing expression, Amos replied, “I was thinking about you.” Unlike another pink-haired, pointy-eared girl connected to fairies, Cyrene at this moment was simply a pure girl, more sensitive toward feelings and treating them with more care.
To put it simply, if Fairy Miss was high attack and paper defense, then Cyrene’s attack was higher than her defense.
Though her attack wasn’t very high either, it was still higher than her defense.
So when faced with a direct attack she had never experienced before, Cyrene’s first reaction was mental overload, and she simply stared at Amos in a daze.
Only then did she instinctively look away and lower her head, her ears turning red at a visible speed.
After who knew how many little scenes had played out in her mind, Cyrene finally realized that Amos was teasing her in return.
Blushing slightly, she raised her head and, as expected, met Amos’s teasing gaze.
Though the sincere girl was shy, she never denied her feelings.
So even though her heart trembled and her limbs felt weak, Cyrene still didn’t look away again.
Instead, she met Amos’s gaze and openly spoke the truest thought in her heart.
“You said you were thinking about me.
How were you thinking about me~” What kind of answer was the girl hoping for right now?
An equally sincere confession?
Some push-and-pull flirting?
Or perhaps just a tiny bit of mischief, wanting to see him blush too?
Or maybe, no matter what answer he gave, the girl would like it?
Amos roughly understood what Cyrene wanted.
But unfortunately, he had only just transmigrated.
There were still many thoughts, ideas, and memories waiting to be sorted out.
So Amos had only one response, “I was thinking about how your face got all black when you were eating sweet potatoes.” “You!” Cyrene wasn’t shy anymore.
She casually picked up a bundle of scrolls and waved them, looking fierce.
Amos neither dodged nor avoided her, instead asking, “Why is your face red?” Cyrene took a small breath and cooled down her cheeks a little.
“I’m full of energy.” Amos nodded and asked again, “Then why has it turned yellow again?” “The sun’s too strong!” Amos looked up at the sky.
The sky above Aedes Elysiae really was something special.
No matter the time of day, it was covered in brilliant gold, as though the glory of the gods would never fade.
“Let’s head back to the village.
The sun is too strong for working.” At that, Cyrene looked at the hoe on Amos’s shoulder.
“You’re not even old enough to work.
Why did you bring a hoe out of the village?” Amos recalled something from his memories and couldn’t help smiling happily.
“Do you remember when we were seven?
Teacher had us write down our wishes and make a ‘time drift bottle,’ then bury it and dig it up when we grew up to see whether we’d achieved our dreams.” Cyrene thought for a moment.
“I remember.
The three of our bottles weren’t buried far apart.
I also remember what you said back then.” “‘Look at those adults worrying over money.
It just shows that when people grow up, what they need isn’t dreams, it’s money!'” “So you suggested we just put some Balance Coins into the bottles.
Future us would definitely be happy.” Amos put on an expression of reminiscing about glorious times.
“Thinking about it now, that really was a great idea.
Seeing through the troubles of the mortal world at such a young age.
As expected of me.” Then he looked at Cyrene.
“You weren’t bad either.
You understood my wise advice.
If I become a god someday, I’ll make you my High Priestess.” “But without question, Phainon was the smartest.
Not only did he put in his pocket money, he also stuffed several years’ worth of New Year’s money into the bottle.” Now Cyrene understood.
She couldn’t help showing a speechless expression.
“Does Phainon know you’re doing this?” Amos said, “I don’t know that Phainon’s childhood dream was to become a hero.
And I definitely don’t know that he secretly hid his favorite straight stick inside a hollow tree at the foot of the mountain.” “But I do know that if you call present-day Phainon a hero, he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes from embarrassment, so he definitely doesn’t want to open that bottle.” That made sense.
Who would dig up their childhood embarrassing history for no reason?
Those cringe-filled posts should remain forever in a QQ Space visible only to themselves.
Anyway, there wasn’t much money inside the bottle.
If Amos was willing to spend ten years setting up a prank, then consider it his reward.
Cyrene helplessly shook her head.
Then, after Amos asked what the scrolls she was carrying were, she replied, “Sister Nura sent back a batch of books from the Grove Of Epiphany that are suitable for broadening children’s horizons.” “They just arrived at the office from the dock.
Teacher asked me to find the old letters and compare them to see if anything’s missing…” Life in the small village rarely changed.
So whenever stories from the outside arrived, Cyrene would be especially happy.
Along the way, Cyrene recommended several new books to Amos.
Having come from the age of information overload, Amos might not be up to date with the galaxy, but compared to a country girl, he still had the advantage in knowledge.
Just from hearing the titles, he could roughly tell what level they were.
Of course, Amos wasn’t so insensitive as to spoil the girl’s excitement.
He merely casually mentioned that he also had plans to write stories.
The two chatted on and off like that and soon arrived at the Festival Courtyard.
In the game, the Festival Courtyard was just a small building.
But in the real Aedes Elysiae, the Festival Courtyard was a plaza called a courtyard.
Classrooms, the village committee office, storage rooms, and many other public facilities were all nearby, making it the village’s second center.
As for the first center, naturally it was the Oronyx Altar, where the statue of Oronyx stood.
“I’m going to find Teacher Pythias.
Wait here for a bit.” Amos had wanted to go to the office with Cyrene, but she had refused several times and acted all mysterious.
Combining his memories of Cyrene’s personality and the stereotype left by the story from his previous life, Amos reached a conclusion.
This girl loved surprises.
She had definitely secretly ordered a gift.
Sure enough, less than half a minute later, the girl walked out with her hands behind her back and looked up at Amos expectantly.
“Guess what I’m holding.” Actually, Amos didn’t really like this sort of mysterious “surprise.” Because from his experience, most people who did this lacked empathy.
The emotions brought by the so-called surprise were far less than the expectations built by the mystery itself.
People whose expectations had been raised would find that the “surprise” was just some unimportant novelty, and instead feel disappointed.
Only because of social etiquette did they have to pretend to be happy.
But Cyrene clearly wasn’t one of those people.
Because when this girl gave gifts, it was probably not to satisfy her own vanity.
She simply wanted Amos to be happy.
A sincere heart was heavier than ten thousand taels of gold.
Honestly, Amos wasn’t very good at dealing with that kind of sincerity.
Actually, he and Cyrene were the same type.
Both of them struck hard when attacking, but became timid when defending.
The only difference was that Cyrene was more emotional.
Her expectations toward feelings allowed her to bravely overcome her shyness.
Amos, on the other hand, was more rational.
His plans for the future made him choose a more cautious approach.
So…
Running away might be shameful, but it worked.
After pretending to think for a moment, Amos deliberately revealed an extremely rare expression.
Shock with thirty percent joy.
Joy with thirty percent disbelief.
And disbelief with thirty percent excitement that couldn’t be hidden.
“Could it be!” Such a huge reaction instead made Cyrene start sweating.
The hand behind her back holding the notebook tightened unconsciously.
Inside her little head, a storm of thoughts unfolded.
The astonishing wisdom unique to a Chrysos Heir worked at full speed, trying to figure out what Amos wanted most.
Meeting Amos’s expectant gaze, Cyrene pursed her lips.
After several seconds of silence, she finally lowered her head in disappointment, her ears drooping in a small curve.
“No…” Cyrene slowly brought the notebook out from behind her back.
“It’s just a notebook…” “Last time you said ordinary paper wasn’t as useful as scrolls, and if you made a mistake, it would tear easily when you erased it.
So I specially ordered this notebook from Janusopolis.” “It has Oronyx’s blessing on it.
If you make a mistake, you don’t need to erase it.
You can just sweep over it with the matching feather pen and it’ll disappear…” “It’s not what you thought…” Cyrene lowered her head and stared at the ground, looking very disappointed.
Even the notebook she had carefully decorated no longer seemed beautiful.
At that moment, however, the notebook was suddenly taken away.
Looking up, she met Amos’s gentle smile.
“I know.” Cyrene’s face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But this time, it wasn’t from shyness.
She was overheating.
“You teased me again!” “I really like it.” “⁄(⁄⁄•⁄∧⁄•⁄⁄)⁄” “Hmph~” Cyrene angrily flicked her hair and walked forward without even looking at Amos.
As she passed him, she deliberately bumped his shoulder.
The girl’s advance was fierce, as though nothing could stop her.
But…
After only taking a dozen steps, perhaps because she didn’t hear anyone following behind, she stopped and slowly turned around with a trace of dissatisfaction.
Under the clear sunlight, her face was slightly red, and her eyes shone with a light even brighter than the sun.
Smiling, Amos caught up with her.
The two walked side by side, as though nothing had happened, and their conversation continued naturally.
“Since the merchant ship has arrived, Phainon should be coming back soon, right?” “About that time.
Although the village boats aren’t as fast as merchant ships, they’re more familiar with the nearby waters, and they don’t have to travel that far.” “Where did Phainon go this time again?
Eristia?” “That’s right.
I heard several powerful monsters appeared in Eristia, so hunters from several villages went over to help…” The sunlight of Aedes Elysiae was forever bright.
Shining on the boy and girl, it seemed to cover them with a layer of golden gauze reaching to the heavens.