The Wicked Saintess Who Transmigrated into the Book Will Never Reveal Her Secret Identity

Chapter 68 : Unlucky?

Unlucky?============================

"Phew~ Finally done."

In the garden, Jiang Cheng lazily lay on the lounge chair she had prepared for herself.

There was juice on the table beside her, and she looked completely at ease.

"As long as you're done, that's good,"

Lyle nodded and said, "After all, you should always finish what you've promised others."

"You're talking like you helped?"

Jiang Cheng turned her head, her light golden eyes coldly glancing at Lyle as she retorted.

"You didn't do a thing, of course you're not tired. I've been busy for days."

"Let me think—on Renata's end, the racial registration is completed, signed with my name. Although, well, she's the last of her kind since her whole race died out."

"I told you not to be so aggressive towards your comrades..."

Lyle frowned and sighed, "Who did you pick up this bad habit from?"

"Hmph,"

Jiang Cheng snorted coldly, "It's just that the matter with the dragon side was troublesome, tch."

"Well, who told you to play word games back then?"

Lyle said, "Even I thought by 'resolve' you meant killing that dragon."

"How could I possibly?"

Jiang Cheng pouted, "I couldn't beat it even if I wanted to."

"That's a dragon that could swallow both the Demon King and hero in one bite. It's not something a hero like you, who hasn't collected all the blessings, could handle."

"True,"

Lyle nodded, "That dragon probably reached god level by now."

"About right,"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "So I could only resolve the deal by letting it leave as long as it didn't cause trouble. A word game turned into simply letting it go."

"As for the others, once Ferran became a god, his revenge was complete. The deity itself still exists, just changed hands, so there's no problem for the association either."

"I told you not to keep using my real name,"

Ferran's voice came from somewhere distant.

"Yeah, yeah,"

Jiang Cheng replied impatiently, "That's why this dumb passive about deities sensing their true names should really have a switch."

"Jiang Cheng..."

Lyle sighed again, "Girls shouldn't keep swearing so much."

"You're the girl,"

Jiang Cheng rolled her eyes and cursed in annoyance, "Your whole family's full of girls."

"Uh..."

That idiot Lyle clearly didn't get Jiang Cheng's meaning and started seriously thinking about it instead.

"To be honest, I don't have family,"

Lyle said, "But those who could be called my family are indeed all girls."

Jiang Cheng felt it was going in a bad direction. This fool was about to say something she really didn't want to hear again.

"For example, my Teacher,"

Lyle continued, "Oh, and you."

"And me?"

Jiang Cheng raised her eyebrow, looking annoyed, "Don't drag me in."

"I'm serious,"

Lyle said, "Ever since you decided to help me avenge Teacher, you already became my family."

"Hah, family?"

Jiang Cheng sneered, "I hate that word. Don't call me that again."

"All right,"

Lyle shrugged, "Whatever makes you happy."

"What else? I'm not going to let you affect my mood."

"But I will,"

Lyle said, "My mood is affected by you."

"You..."

Jiang Cheng almost cursed but forced herself to hold back, "Why do you treat me like this?"

"I haven't treated you that well, have I?"

In Jiang Cheng's opinion, she hadn't been nice to Lyle at all lately. Her bad attitude was driven by her own lousy temper, so why was Lyle acting this way?

"Actually, I've told you before,"

Lyle looked up, "It's because I'm very unlucky."

"Unlucky?"

Jiang Cheng frowned, her anger dissipating a bit as she grew curious.

"You're so young but so powerful, a chosen hero. You lack neither strength nor backing nor funds—what's unlucky about you?"

"But..."

Lyle said dejectedly, "I can't find them anymore."

"Ah..."

Jiang Cheng's face stiffened. Yet another one of her own misdeeds.

"When I was three and first started to remember things, I realized I had no parents and grew up in an orphanage."

Lyle began talking about his life—a story Jiang Cheng knew extremely well.

"At five, prompted by a childhood friend, I found out the orphanage was secretly experimenting on kids. So we began planning our escape."

Jiang Cheng nodded. If she hadn't come in time, this was the kind of danger the original work never even recorded—she wouldn't have known how Lyle even survived it.

"At eight, we succeeded and fled into the Evernight Forest. But we were hunted, and she died somewhere unknown to lure our pursuers away."

"At nine, I made it through the Evernight Forest to the Eastern Continent, where a woman took me in. She told me to call her sister."

Jiang Cheng nodded slightly. That was her second identity, and before that, it was the one closest to her real personality.

"At twelve, after three years of peace, demons started sneaking in because of their proximity to the Demon Realm."

"At thirteen, disguised as a gang, the demons killed my 'sister.' She blocked the closet I was hiding in, and I wasn't discovered."

Jiang Cheng nodded again. Actually, she had long since noticed the demons sneaking in, but...if she had intervened, the sister wouldn't have died, right?

"At fifteen, after wandering for two years, I came to Adventurer City and heard about Teacher, so I went to become his apprentice."

"At eighteen, teacher died. You should know the details. After all, you're my little junior sister."

"Demons again, right?"

Jiang Cheng asked. "That night, I saw the mage tower ablaze."

"Yeah,"

Lyle nodded, "Teacher died too."

"So, when I found out from that prophet that Teacher and the rest were still alive, I was really happy, but..."

Lyle raised his hand, and the flower Jiang Cheng had grown was blown by the late summer breeze onto his palm.

"But it seems Teacher really is dead."

Jiang Cheng was silent—not because she didn't know how to face Lyle, but because...

Whatever she said now would be caught by Lyle's lie-detecting skills. Damn that prophet.

If only I knew which prophet was so nosy, I'd kill him a thousand times over, and it still wouldn't be enough!

On the surface, though, Jiang Cheng kept her composure and said, "Well, when you put it that way, you really are unlucky."

Unlucky was putting it lightly—she'd turned Lyle's would-be smooth protagonist life into a dark and tragic experience.

With a soft sigh, Lyle said, "Anyway, I'm an unlucky person. Meeting you all was my luck, but I was too unlucky to protect any of you. So I must protect you, Jiang Cheng."

"You've said that several times already,"

Jiang Cheng didn't answer directly; she still disliked that kind of sentiment and only said,

"Forget it, let's drop this. We'll be going to the Flower Capital in a few days. How about having one last look around Adventurer City?"

"Sure."

Lyle nodded. "Where?"

"Emmmm~"

Jiang Cheng tilted her head, "Not sure. Let's just wander and see what there is to buy."