The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 190: Xiya’s Tardy Arrival

Lynn had never realized before how considerate Natasha was, despite her carefree demeanor.

She was like fresh cabbage in a vegetable garden, not needing a pig to rummage through; she came over on her own, even bringing along the radishes from the neighboring field.

As a gesture of gratitude for her deep affection and friendship, Lynn decided to spend the time before nightfall with her, sitting in the courtyard and chatting away.

A joyous Natasha seemed to have endless things to say, though she rarely talked about herself. Instead, she reminisced about Lynn’s epic exploits from her memory, her eyes sparkling with admiration and yearning.

It was clear she adored the Lynn in the "Miracle" game, who was omnipotent and unmatched, both in heaven and on earth. It happened that this Lynn was from before his crossing, unlike some travelers who had the identity of an original self; Natasha’s admiration was indeed for him personally, without any masquerade.

"To a little dragon like me, the former Master Lynn was so high and unreachable, like the stars in the sky, visible but untouchable. Now, I feel truly fortunate to be able to lean on Master Lynn’s shoulder and talk, and even turn my face for a kiss."

Immersed in her memories, Natasha’s face blushed as she spoke, which given her personality, was not from shyness but rather a rosy glow of happiness.

"Back then... in your memory, was it really just me? No presence of companions or anything?"

Lynn couldn’t help but be curious when these topics came up.

He had generally come to understand that animals could remember him, but people could not.

However, he couldn’t gather more details from Gugi, Little Flower, or Xue’Er, as he did not understand cat speech or eagle language. With Natasha, he could converse naturally, and her memory should be better than that of ordinary animals.

"Companions? I don’t know, in my memory, Master Lynn mostly acted alone; the myths you created were largely accomplished solo, except in those epic-scale events where there were not only your presence but also many of your soldiers and generals..."

Upon hearing Lynn inquire about this, Natasha tilted her head to search her memory and found she couldn’t really recall figures that could be described as Master Lynn’s companions. If pressed, in large historical events, he would summon divine soldiers to assist, and Master Lynn was the Grand Marshal of these divine generals.

"Actually... it’s nothing really..."

Upon hearing this, Lynn hesitated, as Natasha’s description wasn’t too far off. He did prefer acting alone, unless it was a scenario requiring a number of people or a world mission, he rarely formed a band.

But in those events involving nearly all players, others in others’ memory ended up as his subordinates, which puzzled him a bit; he wasn’t a guild president nor a territory overlord.

Those players, besides having worse skills, equipment, and levels than him, not being as handsome as him, had no other differences; how did they end up as his followers?

Not to mention that in world missions, even with his top-tier individual skills, it was just a drop in the ocean; he might strike for 9999 damage against a defense, while others barely chipped at his health. With millions and even billions of players combined, his final output contribution could reach 1-2% at best, which was already unrivaled.

He wasn’t as great as Natasha described; he had only done some minor tasks, not deserving such praise.

"Master Lynn wants to be humble again, right? Previously, I’d heard from Xiya that you saved the Elf Race and didn’t demand anything in return, even pursuing Xiya yourself. If it were me, I would have long made the Elf Kingdom’s Elf Queen down to just-matured Elf Maidens part of my harem. Why be polite with them..."

Natasha shook her head as she finished, earning a flick to the forehead from Lynn and a distant eye roll from Xiya.

If the gratitude gift was half the Elf Race, then it was better...

Uh, he would still have to save them, or the entire Elf Race would fall into the hands of the Demon Race, consequences far worse than sacrificing a generation of Elf Maidens, elegant ladies, young women, etc.

Master Lynn’s great kindness and virtue... were indeed not fully recognized by just him. Once she returned to the Elf Kingdom, she definitely needed to...

Xiya: "!!!"

Return to the Elf Kingdom?

...

"So, you’re busy tutoring and enlightening the children and forgot you had to leave today?"

Gathered as a family, Xiya fiddled with the Communication Stone, sending messages to the Prophet Grandma in the far-off embassy.

Previously, the old lady mentioned they had to depart today, though no specific time was set, she seemed to hint at leaving early in the morning. But now it was already afternoon; she had grown too accustomed to living at Lynn’s home, waking up daily to take care of the children, and forgot the important matters.

Perhaps in her heart, Lynn and the children were more crucial than any Saintess, thus overlooking the less urgent side.

Lynn too embarrassingly scratched his head; he had been slightly indulgent last night, tangled up late with Natasha, and forgot this matter...

"We should still manage in time, the day hasn’t ended yet, right?"

Vivian offered cautious comfort to Xiya aside, she rarely saw the calm and composed Xiya in a state of panic, suggesting the grandma she was to meet held great importance to her; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so flustered for being half a day late.

"Natasha, send me over, Grandma Prophet has waited too long; I cannot delay any further."

Having finished with the Communication Stone, even if the message was local, Xiya obviously couldn’t wait. At the speed of a carriage, she dismissed the idea, relying instead on Natasha, the quickest flyer, to take her over.

"No problem, leave it to me; Embassy District, three minutes tops!"

Natasha patted her chest and then twisted her body, transforming into a miniature giant dragon as tall as three floors, ready for Xiya to leap onto its back.

"Goodbye Lynn, goodbye little ones, goodbye Vivian, goodbye Catherine, I’m off first."

Even in urgent haste, Xiya didn’t forget to bid farewell to everyone at departure; and her "little ones" included the four cuties at home.

"Hold tight, Xiya, I’m taking off now."

With a flap of Natasha’s wings, she soared into the sky, granting only a wave of hands from those below before disappearing.

Two-and-a-half minutes later, the dragon landed steadily inside the gates of the Elf Kingdom Embassy.

Responding to the commotion, the elf staff hurried out to check and saw Xiya dismount from the dragon’s back.

"Grandma Prophet, I... I’m late."

Upon seeing the arriving Grandma Prophet, Xiya lowered her head apologetically.

Sure enough, Grandma Prophet wore a look full of unconcealed disappointment.

Delayed for so long, yet still not pregnant; Xiya, this child, was truly like her sister at crucial times, unreliable indeed...