I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 376
Chapter 376: Promising You a City
I can probably confirm now that Xiao Mo, who took over the role of the “allied forces” and defeated the Demon King, has likely become a “little overlord” in the other world.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons she is unwilling to acknowledge me with her true self: she worries that I won’t be able to adapt, or that her changes are too drastic, causing a sense of dissonance for “me,” even though I have lost all my memories.
Even as a “clone,” Xiao Mo is already so domineering. If her true self were to come here, I probably wouldn’t even have the right to choose. No, or rather, I might not even have the right to “freedom.”
At least in my understanding as a human, several decades is already a very long time span. Few humans can love something, someone, or some activity for decades. If they can, that person is already an elite in their field or a “master.”
Most of the love I’ve seen is “attraction at first sight,” followed by mutual understanding, discovering that both personalities are good, and that hobbies can be shared, gradually turning into love.
Or it can happen the other way around, like playing games together and finding each other’s personalities compatible online, and then meeting in person and finding each other reasonably attractive, leading to marriage. The love that follows is sustained by the inertia of those initial feelings.
It’s very rare to see… love at first sight, as if destined by heaven, where a couple can still call each other “old lady” and “old man” when they reach seventy or eighty years old, reminisce about the past together, do things they love together, and remain as affectionate as when they were young.
If such love exists, it would become a celebrated tale, praised by relatives and neighbors.
Xiao Mo and the hero spent a thousand years together. For the next five thousand years, it was probably Xiao Mo’s one-sided love.
If Xiao Mo’s feelings for “me” have remained unchanged over these five thousand years, what kind of love would ultimately be born?
For love, she fought, endured, and worked hard. Finally, after more than five thousand years, her wish came true, and she revived her lover with her own hands. If the real “Momo” were to come down, how would she treat the current me?
Would she force me to recall those past events? Or would she just push me down and do strange things day and night?
“……”
Sitting on the large bed, watching Xiao Mo take out the clothes and various accessories she made by hand, a memory surfaced in my mind of the moment when “Momo” briefly appeared the first time Fei Luo came to Earth and looked at me with those eyes.
It was like the gaze of a big bad wolf with glowing green eyes seeing a little lamb that had run away from home.
I believe that Xiao Mo sacrificed an immense amount to defeat the Demon King. Thousands of years cannot be summarized in just a few words. There must have been countless events within that time—betrayal, darkness, partings and reunions of life and death…
I believe that even taking any random hundred years from those five thousand would contain stories enough to fill a massive novel collection with millions of words, an overwhelming amount of information.
If Xiao Mo hadn’t sealed most of her memories and emotions in the Earthly universe in the form of “death,” I might have truly become Xiao Mo’s “little darling” by now. Still, I would be a human-like creature constantly bullied into a daze, living every day in a blur, unaware of the passage of time.
Moreover, the fact that it took thousands of years to eliminate the Demon King is enough to prove how terrifying it was. Xiao Mo must have adopted some extremely drastic measures.
For instance, I once dreamed of becoming Momo, wielding a scythe, stepping on the heads of rebels, and brutally crushing their heads with high heels in the most torturous manner. That boundless hatred was palpable, even in my dreams.
Such a Xiao Mo might have already completely “darkened.” Five thousand years ago, when Xiao Mo parted from the hero, she was still an innocent and adorable little demon princess. Five thousand years later, she has become a humanoid killing demon. Xiao Mo probably didn’t want the “resurrected” hero to see this side of her.
So, she chose this method, sealing away most of herself.
It can be inferred that, at least until I can handle “Momo,” Xiao Mo will likely remain with me in her clone form. They share memories, and I even suspect that their personalities are the same.
However, due to Momo having a vast amount of dark memories that Xiao Mo doesn’t, Momo’s personality might be more extreme and… more domineering.
Xiao Mo is already quite domineering. She only gave me less than a month to adapt to a girl’s body before taking me to the small garden behind the medicinal plant garden and having her way with me, giving me no choice at all. It was a forceful act.
Even at home, she never asks my opinion. One moment we’re lying down watching videos on our phones, and the next, her hand is reaching for my thigh. I can’t imagine what Momo would do to me if her true self came here.
Based on Xiao Mo’s actions since returning to the other world, taking Earth clothes to the elves to have them make new ones and using the “best materials” to sew a small dress for me, it seems the elves are “daring to be angry but not saying anything.”
You could say she’s domineering, yet Xiao Mo also has a “girlish” side, patiently making clothes. But calling her gentle feels wrong, as she behaves like a thug in the other world. She even built a city to ensure my “Diwu” body grows smoothly, reminiscent of ancient emperors building pyramids.
“What’s wrong?”
Xiao Mo asked, noticing that I was just staring at the black and red Lolita dress on the large bed without moving.
“Aren’t you going to try it on? Are you afraid I put some strange magic on it?”
“Is that possible?”
I instinctively replied, then, remembering something, explained, “I’m not doubting you, Xiao Mo. I’m just curious if there’s such magic in the other world, where if someone wears the clothes, they’ll have a bad reaction or trigger a trap… something like that?”
“There is, actually.”
Xiao Mo showed a strange smile.
“The combinations of magic are countless and varied. Some people might intentionally leave incomplete spells in certain items or places. For example, a house might contain the ‘Thunder Tornado’ spell, with its trigger set to ‘activate upon sensing water elements.’ So, if a water mage passes by and accidentally uses water magic, a massive thunderstorm would be triggered, stunning them.”
That sounds terrifying…
“But, Nuo’er, you don’t need to worry too much. Usually, these incomplete spells leave very obvious elemental traces. You should be able to see magic runes, right? Unless it’s a really careless mage who doesn’t watch where they’re going, such magic won’t fool many people.”
As she spoke, Xiao Mo took out something white resembling safety shorts from her travel bag and placed it on the bed along with a small dress, long socks, and round-toed chunky heels.
Xiao Mo gestured to me. “Try them on. You’ll wear this set when we go back. Although with me by your side, almost no one in that world can hurt you, it’s better to be safe than sorry. This outfit will give you great protection.”
“Did Xiao Mo make all of this by hand?” I was surprised. “Did one person… complete this in one day?”
“Yes. Back when the allied forces were short on supplies, many people didn’t have clothes to wear. I learned from dwarven craftsmen for a few years. Making this outfit and enchanting it takes less than half a day.”
Xiao Mo looked somewhat proud. “Rest assured, Nuo’er, I didn’t add any strange magic to it. Its only effect is to protect you, making you immune to damage from spells below forbidden curse level and most melee weapons.”
At this moment, I realized that the somewhat careless Xiao Mo suddenly seemed… more feminine?
Moreover, it wasn’t just about her meticulous actions. Xiao Mo had already shown me her hobbies, like painting and music, so adding textile work wasn’t surprising.
What really amazed me was her caution—when she returned to the other world earlier to get things, she had already considered that I would be going back with her. She made this outfit in advance and now presented it to me as a “gift of effort.”
I knew Xiao Mo brought back a lot of things when she returned from the other world, but when I asked her what she had brought, I didn’t get a definite answer. I didn’t expect one of the items to be my clothes.
“Is this a petticoat?”
I asked, impressed by Xiao Mo’s meticulousness as a Grim Reaper. I took the white “safety shorts” from the bed, stood up, and held them against myself.
I learned after becoming a girl that more elaborate clothes often need a petticoat, or they’ll look like nightgowns. The most typical example is various Lolita dresses. These dresses are characterized by their long, luxurious skirts. A girl’s “body beauty” is essentially a triangle structure—narrow at the top, wide at the bottom. This shape is one reason why skirts make girls look cute and pretty. If long, elegant skirts are not paired with a petticoat, they won’t form that triangle shape and won’t be as cute.
In anime or pictures, two-dimensional beauties often have that triangle structure, and their skirts automatically flare out. But real skirts don’t defy Newton, without something inside, they’ll just hang down. This is where petticoats come in.
A petticoat is an extra piece of clothing worn inside the skirt and outside the underwear, typically white. It’s not visible unless someone is being a pervert, and it helps make the skirt look puffy and can act as “safety shorts” to prevent accidental exposure.
Petticoats come in different sizes. Some safety shorts also function as petticoats, while some dresses come with built-in petticoats, which need extra care when washing. Girls’ clothes are just that complicated—there’s no other way.
“Yes, you are my woman, and I don’t want any wardrobe malfunctions over there.”
Xiao Mo said in a particularly domineering tone beside me.
“Shall I help you put it on?”
“Ah…”
I felt a bit embarrassed. “No… no need, I can do it myself.”
I suspected that Xiao Mo’s talent points had gone awry during her years on Earth. She hadn’t tasted much delicious food, didn’t know much about computers, and often behaved like a naive child in many aspects.
However, she was incredibly knowledgeable about the structure and accessories of girls’ clothes or had an extraordinary ability to learn these things.
On the bed were several pieces of what Xiao Mo called “matching clothes”: the Lolita dress itself, primarily black and red, with a red flower that resembled a rose pinned at the waist. The dress had a corset effect with thin ties at the waist for fastening, and sleeves that extended to the wrists, adorned with lace in the Lolita style. Besides the dress, there was a petticoat, a pair of tights with stars and cross patterns, and a pair of round-toed Lolita shoes with bows and cross designs.
The shoes had noticeable heels but were very cute and small, looking like they were made for a child. Given my current size—short with small feet—the shoes had to be very small as well.
“Don’t be shy, my little princess. Please lie down and let me dress you,” Xiao Mo said, seemingly slipping into a character.
Without waiting for my response, she pushed me onto the bed and skillfully started to remove my dress.
“Eh?”
I was dumbfounded for a moment before coming to my senses. “I… I can do it myself…”
“It’s okay. You’ll need to get used to this once we’re back. Consider this a head start,” she said, continuing without hesitation.
After taking off my dress, Xiao Mo reached for my legs.
“Also, Nuo’er, you might want to start getting used to the name ‘Diwu.’ When you return to your city, some of my former subordinates might be more accustomed to calling you Diwu.”
I knew it! This girl has been hiding so many things from me! Former subordinates, guardian knights, the royal city, the queen… I suspect that when I really go to that city, all sorts of strange people will gather around.
Just like in “Overlord,” where the entire city is filled with god-like beings, gender and appearance-swapping dark elves, the supreme demon who praises everything I do with “As expected of Lady Diwu,” a little demon who loves me to death, or a true ancestor dressed in gothic clothing…
I even suspect that the “royal city” Xiao Mo mentioned isn’t just a simple royal city. She might have built several layers of “underground great tombs” for me.
This really fits Xiao Mo’s identity and personality!
“Wha… what do you mean by ‘you’ll need to get used to this’ after we go back…?”
Seeing that Xiao Mo had already taken off the lace socks from my feet, and now I was only wearing underwear, I instinctively covered my chest with my hands.
“Do you mean that after we return, you, a hero who defeated the Demon King, a super powerful demon, will still… still dress an inexperienced newbie like me?”
“Yes,” Xiao Mo admitted, surprising me.
“I told you before, that city was built for you, Nuo’er. All these thousands of years of fighting, defeating the Demon King, and returning to Earth… it was all for you. From the beginning, you were set above me in rights and glory. Otherwise, during these hundreds of years when your soul and body were separated, for whom do you think I was changing clothes?”
“Huh?” My brain felt like it was short-circuiting.
“Changing clothes for me, and… telling everyone that you need to change clothes for me, that’s not the same thing, right?”
“Nuo’er, you might have some misunderstandings about what I did in the other world.” Xiao Mo’s tone suddenly became serious.
“Listen, regarding this matter, I’ll be straightforward. In your city in our homeland, to my loyal subordinates, Diwu is sacred, the queen of the entire world. Your words are everything, your will is the will of the gods. And I, Momo, am merely a maid dressing Queen Diwu. Does that make sense? It’s been like this from the beginning.”
I was even more dumbfounded. “But, but that world was conquered by you…”
Xiao Mo shook her head and corrected me, “It was a world I conquered for you.”
“……”
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