Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

"—"

Tuanzi was silent for a moment, then slowly lowered her right arm. The death threat that had been palpable gradually dissipated, and Su Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Sandone's talent for naming wasn't too bad; at least she hadn't come up with any bizarre names like Radish or Big White.

“I’m handing over the temporary authorization to you, Columbia,” Sandoni yawned wearily. He shouldn’t have stayed up all night playing cards; it looks like he’ll have to take the day off again.

She waved her hand and went back to her room in the workshop, locking the door with a "snap," giving off a feeling that even if the world were to end, she would still get a good night's sleep.

"Uh...has she always been like this?"

Su Ming began to feel sorry for those who were looking for Sandone. If it weren't for his causal ability with leather shoes, he would never have been able to wake Sandone from his bed in ten lifetimes.

Columbia smiled at Tuanzi, then said softly, "Sandonie is a talent valued by even the Queen, and that talent gives her the right to do this."

She looked into Tuanzi's mechanical pupils, her smile seemingly mixed with some subtle emotions.

It was only much later that Su Ming understood Columbia's smile at that time; that smile was simply one of sympathy.

"Alright, it will be much easier to repair the house with Tuanzi around," Columbia's voice carried a hint of apology. "Please don't take what happened last night to heart."

"Then... I'll just get my revenge later," Su Ming said with a nonchalant smile. "One day, I'll be even stronger than you."

"Yeah."

Columbia smiled serenely. "I look forward to that day. If possible, I hope you can end it yourself..."

"what?"

Su Ming didn't hear the words after "hope" clearly, mainly because Columbia's voice was getting softer and softer, and the rest of the content was completely impossible to catch.

"I will wait."

Columbia walked out of the workshop with a smile. The morning sunlight shone on her black hair, which was blowing in the wind, giving it a shimmering gold color, just like the golden age that once shone.

She had long been accustomed to waiting, witnessing the last glory of the era, the shattering of vows, and the loss of the entire past.

Continue to wait...

Will we ever see that ray of light again?

In truth, Columbia understood that her initial wish had long since vanished, and her current waiting was merely waiting, simply to prevent her soul from collapsing.

She refused to accept that fact, so she could only wait, waiting for the day when she could hear the echoes of her homeland again.

Go and play that tune you were once most skilled at.

Will I regret it? Perhaps I will.

Does she still have those feelings now?

“That day will come,” Su Ming said, standing beside Columbia. The sunlight made it hard for him to open his eyes. Columbia smiled slightly and stood in front of Su Ming to shield him from the sun.

Columbia didn't speak, but her smile became even gentler. She patted Tuanzi's arm and whispered, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Tuanzi."

Su Ming's expression suddenly shifted slightly as the long-awaited voice finally rang in his ears.

Colombia's affection level has been unlocked to level 1, and the affection system is now available.

[Obtain Level 1 Affection Chest]

Although we don't know what happened, the fact that Columbia's affection level has been raised is good news. The Liyue proverb is really true: a beating is a sign of affection!

Or should we let Miss Columbia beat him up again? Would that be considered a pervert?

Forget it then, I'll just wait for the daily cooldown of stepping on leather shoes; that's safer.

I hope the spot I step on next time can be moved up a little bit. I don't mean anything by it, I just want to change the location, that's really all.

He Su Ming isn't that kind of pervert.

The two people and the robot quickly returned to the front of the house. In short, only the west wall was cracked, the northwest wind was howling, and the beds inside the house were buried in snow like coffins.

Columbia walked over to Tuanzi and said, "I'll trouble you to clear the snow and debris." Fortunately, only a small part of the wall had collapsed, and it should be repaired before tonight.

Tuanzi nodded humanely and quickly got to work cleaning, while Columbia noted down the materials needed for repairs. "As for the materials... they might not arrive today."

Colombia knew that getting funding from Puchnera wouldn't be easy, but Sue was an exception. Even the notoriously stingy mayor had to release the funds as soon as possible, though that would probably be tomorrow.

"It's alright, we can just go to the workshop and play cards with Sandoni tonight," Su Ming said indifferently. Wherever he slept was the same as where he slept, and he could even bully the little loli puppet at the workshop, which would be quite fun.

"No."

Columbia rejected Su Ming's suggestion in a second, "Sandonie still has many mechanical parts that haven't been finished, don't tempt her anymore."

Sandoni is like a kitten with absolutely no self-control; it will bite the hook as soon as Su Ming brings it. Its main tactic is to say one thing and do another.

"Um... how about we ask the Tartaglia brothers for lodging for the night?"

“There are no extra rooms in Ajax’s house; his younger siblings have already filled them all,” Columbia said calmly, rejecting Su Ming’s proposal once again.

"Then where should I go?"

"Your home?"

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. What's wrong with Colombia today? She seems a bit strange.

Columbia was silent for a few seconds, then nodded very slightly, "Mm."

"Um..."

"Um--?"

Su Ming's eyes widened. What had he just heard?

Columbia invited him to stay at her house tonight?

Is this still the same girl who was the third seat of the Fatui Enforcers?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Hermit: Data/Audio

About [Girl] - An Unspeakable Night

"Trying to see everything will only harm you."

(This file has been destroyed)

Chapter 029 These days, you can even find a family bucket of instant noodles in the closet, right?

"The reaction doesn't have to be so strong," Columbia thought, knowing it would turn out this way. "Maybe I should book a room for Su Ming at the hotel."

The decision to bring Su Ming home was not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but a well-thought-out one.

Colombia also had many unanswered questions about the timing of Su Ming's appearance; that unique aura gave her a glimmer of hope.

The atmosphere of an era that did not belong to this place was so well preserved that it allowed Su Ming to survive inside the ice coffin.

Perhaps... we can find remnants of that era.

Even if it's just wreckage, it's still a glimmer of hope. She has experienced far too many disappointments, but she has never given up.

Columbia never forgot the whispers of the soul; the end of an era is not the end, but being forgotten is.

As long as people remember, the past glory will not fade, but will continue to shine brightly in our memories.

"Ah..." Su Ming was silent for a few seconds. If he didn't react, could he still be considered a man? That was Miss Columbia's boudoir. He had never been to a woman's boudoir in his life, well, not even in his past life.

“You must have a lot of questions you want to ask, which we can address tonight,” Columbia nodded slightly, thus fulfilling her duty as a guide.

Su Ming blinked, swearing on Sandoni's ten years of single life that there was absolutely no dirty thought in his mind just a second ago. As a gentleman, he could only imagine Miss Columbia's pajamas and bare feet at most. If he could see Columbia's ice cream in his lifetime, he would die without regrets.

“If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to force yourself,” Columbia said. Seeing that Su Ming hadn’t spoken for a long time, she thought he was still reminiscing about the lost window. So she decided to pay for the replacement curtains herself this time as an apology.

"No, no, no, how could that be? I'd love to!"

Su Ming was afraid that Colombia would change her mind. Such a good opportunity might not come again in her next life, so she had to seize it firmly.

Now it was Columbia's turn to have second thoughts. In her mind, Su Ming had become the god of pranks, and if nothing unexpected happened, there was a high chance that something unexpected would happen tonight.

"That's good."

Colombia said softly, expressing a lot of doubts about her new executive colleague, a feeling she had never had even when facing Piero and Dotole.

Is it some kind of attraction, or just an illusion?

Meanwhile, Tuanzi was still cleaning the walls with great efficiency. Once all the materials arrived, the walls should be restored to their original state very soon.

As the most prized creation of the mechanical genius Sandonne, Tuanzi's work ability goes without saying. It can be said to be a top-notch bricklayer, and one of them can do the work of ten people on a construction site.

“Last night, you summoned an ice storm,” Columbia said, looking at the snow hanging from the pine branches and swatting away the small snowdrifts with her right hand.

It's impossible for Columbia not to recognize him; Su Ming had already considered this beforehand. To be honest, probably no one would believe him. Saying that he could copy Columbia's panties using her active skill was too fantastical. Was he sure he wouldn't be abused by Columbia again?

Now that things have come to this, we can only make up an excuse to get by for the time being.

Before Su Ming could come up with a line to defend himself, Columbia had already turned to look at him and said with a smile, "I've said it before, everyone here has secrets, and neither you nor I are exceptions."

"I will not investigate unless it is your own choice."

"...Thanks."

Su Ming was somewhat surprised, but it was also expected. This version of Columbia was the same as the "girl" in his mind.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but that I have no choice."

Even if you told people this, probably no one would believe it. Compared to something as ethereal as the system, it's much easier to gain their trust that Su Ming became the Prince of Winter.

The latter is certainly outrageous, but compared to the former, it is not so outrageous.

"Is that so?" Columbia looked at Su Ming with a hint of understanding. No wonder the Queen valued the hermit so much. This young man of unknown origin had many secrets and was shrouded in mystery. Perhaps he really could be the catalyst for change.

The core of that plan... may have finally emerged.

"Oh right, I haven't made breakfast for Sandone yet, and you haven't eaten either, so let's make it together," Su Ming pushed open the dying door and rushed to the daily refreshed ingredient warehouse. He was determined to make a top-notch dish that would make Colombia shine with golden light and burst off her clothes after eating it, in keeping with his reputation as a hermit!

"Don't--"

Columbia sighed halfway through her sentence, but Su Ming didn't hear her at all and rushed into the room; she simply couldn't bring herself to say it.

The food you cooked was just like a dissertation defense.

Not only can they not say it, they also can't bring themselves to say it; they are caught in a dilemma.

Eating makes it impossible to face one's own heart, while not eating would hurt the hermit's feelings.

Columbia hesitated for a moment, then decided to trust Su Ming one more time. After all, the young master and Donya had only distorted expressions after eating Su Ming's food, and their bodies hadn't shown any problems. At least the food was definitely not poisoned.