Chapter 246: Cutscene of Another Day Ending

"What the?!" Jinjing was rubbing her eyes

Had she been blinded by the light?

Han Jing clutched his can of beer and threw it into the air. "Did the lightbulb just explode?" The man shouted loudly and convincingly as he could. The sound of another shattering erupted but the details didn't matter that much didn't it? Even as he received a spray of good ol beer showered on them.

The Demon Lord made a face, the Wood Elf raised a brow at him.

The room went dark—but not enough for Han Jing's Night Vision Skill to activate, but he stood up from his chair, elbowed the repaired glass and shattered it again, even as he stepped towards his sister. "You okay, Jinjing?"

"Hey!" the Wood Elf shouted. "After all the hard work—"

He got a look from the Demon Lord and shut up.

"What did you guys do?" She shouted at him. "Aren't you guys supposed to be adults!" There didn't seem to be any suspicions in her voice, the girl focusing on their actions… but did she really not notice that happened?

Han Jing doubted it, with the girl being observant and smart, but she asked them what they did without any bewilderment in her voice. She was only judgemental. He didn't know what to say to her, except he scratched the back of his head. "Just some crazy antics—"

"We could erase her memory, you know?" Jilanya said.

"What?" Jinjing asked. "Is this some kind of act the three of you are doing? Is this some kind of joke? Erase my memory?"

Great, the Demon Lord just messed things up even more. But Han Jing did recall the memory-sealing talisman that Mou Gu once used on him, so the likelihood of another Race having the capacity to do it was also likely. Could he really just straight-up erase the memory without any repercussions?

He slapped a hand over his face, "You could have been a little more wary with your actions, Hazel. You're a guest here and not supposed to be making any—"

"What trouble?" the Wood Elf raised a brow. "I haven't done anything wrong. Let's ask your sister. What did you see just now?"

It made him tense up, until the girl made a face. "You guys are making a fool of yourselves by breaking glasses and throwing them around? Mom's not going to be happy to know that you literally threw a can and somehow… destroyed the lightbulb?"

Wait.

Han Jing blinked and threw a look at the Wood Elf who had a smug look on his face. Hazelleaf waved a hand and something glittery spread across the air, and the Wood Elf turned back to look at his sister. "Hey, your name is Jinjing right? I'm an Elf from the Fae Realm."

"Huh?" Jinjing blinked. "What did you say? I'm not interested in candy."

A gloating smile formed on the Wood Elf's lips, "Have you heard of Tír na nÓg? The land of the Young?"

Han Jing's little sister narrowed her eyes at the Wood Elf and shook her head, she then looked at Jilanya, "I do not understand why you hang around these two, big sis."

The Demon Lord shrugged, "I question that myself, mortal child. Your brother is someone I despise, and that means that you are supposed to be in effect, by blood relation—"

"Hold on there," Han Jing stood between his sister and the two visitors. "I now get that there's some kind of illusion both visual and auditory at work—"

"You're already drunk, aren't you, Jing?" His sister slapped a hand over her face. "Or are you experimenting on something…?"

… and it was there that Han Jing finally understood the complete situation. The Wood Elf was using some magic or illusion that kept his appearance and words difficult to process, the Demon Lord adopted a body that was attractive but made no use to make their words hidden from anyone who would hear it. And now his sister thought he was on drugs.

Great.

"A little heads up would have been nice." Han Jing still stood in between his sister and the two, but now he knew that Jinjing saw the glass broke, the light? And then him throwing his beer can. Now he was the shady one. Great. Questionable. Maybe his sister would believe him if he said that he was trying some experimental strengthening drinks—no, he didn't even have money for that.

"What's wrong with you?"

Han Jing pressed a hand over his forehead, "Nothing. I'm fine. Just do your homework, Jinjing." If the Demon Lord and the Wood Elf had any interest in harming the people underneath his house then they would have done it earlier when he had passed out. But this didn't exactly ease his nerves.

The man would then end up cleaning up all of the mess on both the table and floor.

It would be troublesome if his mother—

"I brought dinner… what happened here?" And of course, the door swung open at this time. Han Jing literally had the worst luck ever. The Creators could have done him a favor and rubbed off some of the extra luck here too.

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Dinnertime soon occurred in the house of the Han family on this particular weekend evening, and there weren't only three people this time. One could even say that the food served also happened to be special, but it was because of the guests. No proud and self-respecting Asian family would let themselves be embarrassed in front of visitors.

It didn't matter if there was a lack of lights, that they were cramped in a small space, when it came to hospitality, they would do their best to please. "Ah, this does seem like a candlelit dinner." Han Jing said and managed a grin. Somehow all of them managed to fit in the table normally meant for four people. Trying to cheer up the atmosphere was a difficult thing, the two visitors only raised their brows while his mother ate in silence.

His sister snapped, "Because it's exactly that, dummy."

"Jinjing." Their mother said in a slightly warning tone.

"It's his fault."

Even with two visitors, when a spat occurred—it couldn't be stopped Until a tired sigh escaped their mother's lips, "These two can't seem to get along, apologies for that."

"He is a little stupid, yes." the Wood Elf nodded. "It must be difficult for you as his progenitor."

"We're used to it."

"Mhmm, as Jilanya said—it's no trouble at all. We're the one who should apologize for making a little ruckus."

"Well, your friend here is a little immature. He should have known when to stop drinking." His mother insisted.

Except Han Jing decided to be mature and shut up his mouth. Shut up his mouth with food to be precise. His mother was wrong about her comment, he was only trying to make sure that everything was fine. And yet he wouldn't be able to actually explain why he threw a beer can at their lightbulb, he could only be relieved that his sister no longer questioned how it was possible.

Han Jinjing only ate quietly.

The girl looked upset but followed their mother's request. Han Jing sighed and began to eat his meal quicker, the faster they finished then the faster he could get through this day and actually rest—well, if he slept then he would be relogging into Kraelonia Academy. How his own mind didn't just shut down while dealing with two lives right now…

"Ah, this is delicious." the Wood Elf complimented his mother's cooking.

It was enough to make his mother smile a bit, and also talk about how she cooked and delivered lunch to offices every now and then. "If you'd like, I can share some recipes. Is this kind of meal not available from where you're from?"

One could only wonder what his mother saw the Wood Elf while they spoke to one another.

"Well, we tend to eat fresh—I eat bugs every now and then when I feel peckish."

His mother only blinked, perhaps actually registering his words. "Is that so? We actually have some restaurants and street food places here that sell deep-fried honey bees or silkworms. There are other varieties of bugs too, isn't that right, Han Jing? It might have gone well with your drinks. It's a delicacy."

"Really?" the Wood Elf asked.

Han Jing made a face but nodded. "Yes, mother. It's a good source of protein." Was this the same guy that kept giant insects in the Enchanted Forest? This guy made a conversation about him attacking innocent creatures—wait, did this Wood Elf keep them as foodstuff? His perspective on them only kept changing as they talked.

And the same could be said for the Demon Lord.

Right now, they were only eating. Speaking of which, Han Jing had an idea or two on what kind of Demon Jilanya was… but it still contradicted their chats. Well, it didn't matter because they were going as soon as dinner was finished. He could only hope that this was the end of it all. It didn't matter whether they'd been willing to erase his sibling's memory—she also seemed willing to erase her existence.

That was not cool with him, regardless of whatever she was or acted like now.

"What about you, Jilanya?" his mother asked with a smile. "Is the food to your liking?"

"It's agreeable with my body, I suppose." the Demon Lord drank a glass of water. "It is strange to be eating with others after a long time."

… at least she wasn't putting up much of a mess unlike the Wood Elf.