The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1160 Ch.1159 Little Fairy Nina

Miss Joanie's singing voice is universally admired.

Her voice possesses the exquisite elegance of a gilded perfume bottle and the fashionable, avant-garde allure of a metropolis. Occasionally clear and bright, it can also easily satisfy even the most discerning listeners' desire for a 'stiff, demanding' voice—

She was carefree and happy during the best years of her youth, basking in applause and cheers.

Her father loved her, her mother loved her, her brothers would puff out their chests when they talked about her, and her sister would be so happy when she talked about her that she would grind down her molars.

She was born into a family that had never lacked food or clothing, she could read and recite poetry, and her face, favored by God, was probably as beautiful as her singing voice—she lacked nothing, and every day was a honeymoon, a ride in flattery.

But clothes, jewelry, all sorts of trinkets…

There are always days that are annoying.

--is that so?
Miss Joanne said: Of course not.

If the accident hadn't disfigured her left cheek, the blade that had pierced her neck would have nearly killed her.

If she hadn't been unable to sing any more beautiful notes that made pianists bow down in admiration, composers marvel, and the most generous gentlemen call her 'a divine gift to the world'—

If it weren't for that hellish, terrible accident, how could she have grown tired of her refined and romantic life?

Who would know how?

Just as no man can resist the adoring gaze of one beautiful girl after another, the reverse is true for Joniel as well.

The accident helped her refuse.

It also helped her smooth out her brother's chest, recarved the teeth pattern of her sister, told her father the secret, and gave her mother a new suggestion—her allowance was not reduced at all, but other visible but intangible things were reduced.

To prevent her from being too heartbroken, the accident investigation team specially arranged for her to live in a different place.

A 'health resort' away from the big city and close to the coast.

A house facing the sea, shrouded in gloom.

Normally, this would just be a place for her to relax and vacation temporarily, but now it has become a prison: of course she should be allowed to return to her familiar place to live, but just as her dignified mother told her with all her love - are you willing to live with a veil on?
forever?

Of course she wasn't happy.

Joniel thought that if those who had once applauded and bowed down to her saw this monstrous face, they would surely speak ill of her behind her back: 'Look at her, she doesn't smile anymore.'

What about her girls?

Who knows, they might have already made plans to celebrate for a whole day and night at some club.

She would never give them, or them, the chance to laugh at her.

She would rather stay with the waves.

—But besides these pains, troubles, and fly-like jumbled emotions, Joniel has recently discovered a 'big secret': a big secret that even her personal maid hadn't told her.

A great secret was discovered in this old house that belonged to my father's father's father... for who knows how many generations.

Only she knows.

'Let me see you.'

After finishing lunch, Joanne had already taken off her indoor shoes outside and was walking barefoot on the cold, damp floor. Her chaise lounge was next to the wide, white-painted window, from which she could see the waves of the ocean undulating like a song.

She lay there, basking in the afternoon sun, with an open copy of "The Secret in the Kitchen" pressed against her face.

Their ears, however, perked up alertly, listening for any movement in the room…

About ten minutes?
Perhaps longer.

The long, drawn-out period stretched on until she was almost asleep, with rustling, indistinct sounds brushing against the spine of the book.

Joniel was thrilled.

She was as stiff as a corpse, her heart pounding faster than the person whose feet were on fire—even in the city, when every polite and respectable gentleman showed his affection, she had never felt so 'urgent'.

rustling.

rustling, rustling…

The sound grew closer. The frequency of the intermittent sounds also increased.

It's time...

it's time.

Joniel practically sprang up from the recliner, yelling "Hey!" and ignoring how badly the novel, which was supposed to be about a kitchen but was actually about love, had fallen, her hammer-like heels pounding merrily on the floor.

The last time she ran around like this was before she became a 'lady'.

ten years ago?
Joanie tossed her curly hair and hopped to the desk in a few steps—the desk where she had asked the servants to place several plates of desserts earlier.

On a blue and white diamond-patterned plate.

The brown-haired 'girl' sitting cross-legged was so startled that she fell headfirst into the gap between the cakes.

She let out a muffled "Hiah!" and quickly pulled her head out of the cream, jumped up, put her hands on her hips, and glared angrily at Joniel.

She was only the size of a thumb.

“This is fantastic… Mr. Collins… This is fantastic!! I love it!”

The Dream God invited, and the elves created a ring.

The lake fortress without feet.

Elendira tirelessly flattered Roland again and again—in Rose's eyes, this was flattery, not because she disliked the red-haired woman.

Compliment.

It is a novel that was not signed 'Roland' but was actually written by Roland Collins and quickly became popular among children.

The Borrower Fairy.

The little candle was secretly brought to Elendilla to be seen, and this one look made Elendilla completely 'fall in love' with Roland—the previous heroic stories were enough to make her 'uncontrollable,' and this book was the spark that ignited the dynamite.

Rose was completely fed up with her.

"Who do you like? The little imp Nina? Or Joniel with her injured throat?" Roland puffed out his chest and secretly gave Rose a 'Am I awesome?' look.

The latter held the snake's head with his left hand and its tail with his right, intending to use the techniques he had learned from the weaving teacher on this talkative snake bastard.

“Of course it’s Nina the goblin, Mr. Collins!” The red-haired girl loved the story—perhaps unlike the other children, she found joy in the strange and wonderful world of goblins.

She loved what Nina, the little fairy, told Joniel.

The little fairy clan lives a simple, warm life.

I love every word she says to Joniel, yet it's like those words leaping out from behind the text to speak to herself:
'Your face is ruined? Your throat is ruined too? Oh dear, my lady, didn't you speak every word very clearly?'

'I can never sing again.'

'Maybe you can sing.'

'I tried it, Nina. It was so awful it would make cows and sheep bang their heads against a wall.'

'I'm neither a cow nor a sheep. If I absolutely must bang my head against a wall, then surround me with sweet cakes—whenever you sing, I'll crash right in and eat my fill… You see, I'll be happy no matter what, okay?'

Elendira absolutely loved this story.

Isn't her life just like Miss Joanne's, whose voice is ruined?

Perhaps there are some differences.

She doesn't enjoy, nor has she ever enjoyed, flattery or praise. She doesn't like singing, doesn't like collecting all sorts of exquisite and beautiful perfume bottles, and isn't qualified to choose talented young men with different strengths...

But she has several friends who are even better than Nina the fairy.

And Mr. Roland Collins.

The light in the story has shone into reality.

Elendira loved it.

(End of this chapter)