Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 507 Do you need me to chat with you?
Walking along the path in the flower fields, you are greeted by a rich aroma, like the fragrant breath of spring and summer, so warm that it almost overwhelms the pedestrians and drowns hundreds of ants and grasshoppers.

The primrose fields all over the hills can prove what kind of miracles the angel lady who lived in the windmill tower had created in the countryside of Salya, so that the people of Avion could not forget it and still miss the echo of the wind. Perhaps in their impression, angels have always been such a pure image: great, noble, selfless, and always with a happy smile on their faces during the harvest season, just like the statue depicts.

But if an angel is not just a beautiful imagination of people, but a living soul in the world, then she can never remain carefree forever, and can never be as innocent as when she was born. Because the emotions of living beings give her not only the sincere joy, happiness and blessings from the company of her loved ones, but also the inevitable confusion, melancholy and sadness caused by knowing the truth.

When an angel is sad, a mortal has to comfort her. This may sound incredible, but it is happening right before our eyes.

Lingge came to the windmill tower room at the end of the flower field and found that the door was ajar. He pushed it gently and it opened. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the figure of Yieta. The angel lady was sitting on the bed in a daze, with her back against the cold white wall. Next to her was an open window. The windowsill was decorated with flame-shaped window frames, and there were small green potted plants hanging on it, as well as a string of clear and transparent glass wind chimes. This unique design was obviously made by the proprietress.

In addition, on the small round table in the middle of the room, there was an exquisite picnic basket filled with various foods and snacks, as well as several bottles of Master Shelia's masterpieces. The floor was covered with a pink carpet with primrose patterns, and there were pillows and cushions scattered around - these foods were naturally sent by the traveler fairy sisters. Sometimes, there was too much, and Yieta couldn't finish it all by herself, so she would invite Metien and Shemi to share it, and of course, there was also a guy who came uninvited.

For some reason, Lingge always felt that although the attitudes of Shesta and Shelia towards Yieta were equally warm and considerate as their attitudes towards other people, there was some subtle difference. If he had to describe it, he could only say... they seemed to care a lot about Yieta's feelings?
Perhaps there is a special relationship between feather elves and traveler fairies. Lingge is not sure. After all, so far, the only traveler fairies he has come into contact with are the three sisters in the hotel, and the only feather elf he has come into contact with is Yieta. And, according to Fei'er, after the glorious war of the ancient times ended and humans defeated all races to become the overlords of the continent, the feather elves disappeared. The empire that once dominated the sky and built an unbreakable steel sky gradually faded in the broken and scattered classics and became a distant and ancient legend.

It is said that there are still many people in the other world - both humans and aliens - who are pursuing the traces of the feather elves and the sky empire, firmly believing that they have not perished, but have only disappeared temporarily. However, most of the information these people have is incomplete and difficult to complete. Perhaps only in Olvera's [Book of Truth] can people get a glimpse of the images of that period of history and imagine the glorious era when it ruled the sky in the past.

In this case, can we temporarily conclude that Yieta is the last feather elf in the world?
This sounded like a sad story, but Linger shook his head gently and temporarily put these irrelevant thoughts aside.

He did not conceal his movement when he entered the room, so Yieta should have easily noticed his arrival, but the actual situation was that the girl was still in a daze, staring into the void, as if what she was thinking about at the moment was more important than anything else, so she had no intention of paying attention to the movements outside, and naturally ignored the sound of Lingge pushing the door open.

The young man had to cough twice deliberately as a reminder to finally bring the angel lady back to the real world. However, after she came to her senses, she was still a little confused for a while. Her eyes wandered around the room in a daze, passing by the curtains on the wall, the wardrobe beside the bed, and a pile of snacks on the table... before slowly falling on Ling'er's face.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and with a swish, she retracted the six wings behind her, wrapping her body tightly, like an overweight quail ball, revealing only a flustered face. She looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in her room in surprise, and her voice was a little stammering: "Lin, Lingge, when did you come in?"

"..."

I've been standing here for a few minutes, but you didn't notice. Also, can you please stop looking at me like I've seen a ghost, I'm not Alice.

Ling Ge tried very hard to control his impulse and didn't say all these words. He barely maintained a calm tone and said, "I just got here."

"oh oh."

Yieta hid in the fluffy badminton and asked carefully, "So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Alice asked me to come. She said you were in a bad mood and asked me to comfort you... Of course, I couldn't say that, so Lingge chose a simpler and more direct way of saying it: "I want to talk to you."

"Looking for me to chat?" Yieta almost suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, or that she was still dreaming and had not woken up. Otherwise, how could she hear such a ridiculous sentence: Ling Ge actually took the initiative to chat with her? Was there something wrong with his eyes? She was neither Metien nor Saint Xia Liya.

"Well, that." She reminded in a low voice: "Ling Ge, do you recognize me? Do you know who I am?"

What kind of weird question is this? Are you Alice in disguise? The young man raised his eyebrows, not thinking there was something wrong with his eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Yieta. Of course, other possibilities are not ruled out, although I haven't thought about it yet, and I need you to give me a suitable reason."

Judging from the tone and manner of speaking, Lingge was indeed not wrong.

And I am indeed Yieta, so it is even more impossible to go wrong.

So, what went wrong?

Miss Angel fell into great confusion and couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

"Well," Linger asked again without giving her time to think, "Are you free now? If not, I'll leave first."

What he actually meant was to go find Olvera first, and then come back to find her when Yieta was free.

"wait wait wait!"

But when Yieta heard this, she suddenly felt anxious and hurriedly called Lingge: "I, I'm free! I'm not busy at all now, so, so..."

She stammered, and Linger watched quietly. When she realized that her face must be very interesting, maybe even redder than the apples on the tree, Yieta slowly shrank her head under her folded wings, revealing only a pair of bright and moist eyes, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "If you want to chat with me, it's not impossible."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)