The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

A new week arrived, and Vieya still woke up early as usual.

These past days, with nothing urgent to deal with, aside from occasionally answering supervision reports from the [Black Reef] members regarding the dungeon, she had been spending nearly all her time accompanying her daughter around Talin City—sometimes even stopping by the Adventurers’ Guild to take on simple commissions, which the mother and daughter completed together.

With nothing unexpected happening, the slime mom’s sleep schedule had finally stabilized; she could return to bed early every day. Jasmine didn’t understand why her mother liked sleeping so much—after they came home, ate dinner, and bathed, it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet, and her mom was already in bed.

Many times, Jasmine would still be studying magic and reading the secret spell compendium Teacher Anna left behind, when she would already hear her mother’s soft, even breaths—light like a feather—tickling at her heart.

And the cat-sister maid and the other two maids really weren’t very reliable; relying on them alone, it was impossible to properly take care of a mother whose daily habits were almost identical to a human’s.

Thankfully, even if mom was a bit dense, she was still a reliable adult to Jasmine—the most reliable one. No exceptions.

“Mom woke up early again today.”

In the bathroom, after finishing her wash-up, Jasmine began tying her own hair in front of the mirror. Her hair wasn’t long—just a little past her shoulders—so it was easy to manage.

Light gold hair paired with a persimmon-red bow clip... Jasmine felt it looked a bit childish, but if her mom liked it, she didn’t really mind.

If mom wasn’t around early in the morning, only two possibilities existed:

one, she went out to forage for food;

or two... she also went out to forage for food.

After tidying up her appearance ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) one more time, Jasmine returned to her bedroom, folded the bedding neatly, put her small portable staff at her waist, and pushed open the bedroom door.

A magic academy isn’t ordinary.

Teacher Anna had said: mages walk a path completely unlike most ordinary professions. Once you step onto it, it means resisting countless flowers and temptations while always moving forward.

Compared to warriors, mages—even at the beginner level—receive respect and admiration.

But because of that, many people pause at becoming just a basic mage, indulging in the few gold coins of monthly subsidy and enjoying the praise of those around them. They refuse to keep working hard, so they remain beginner mages all their lives.

Or, after being flattered to the point they lose all sense of danger, they get careless facing a monster and end up paying with their lives.

Once you grip a staff and become an esteemed mage, you should take the highest mountain of magic—the Great Magister—as your true goal.

Everything on the road will be temptations trying to stop you from reaching that highest peak!

Ah... it seemed Teacher Anna’s voice was echoing in her head again.

Jasmine stepped out of her room and ran into the cat-girl maid carrying a tray toward the next room.

“Cat-sis, what are you doing? Where’s my mom... I didn’t see her,” Jasmine stopped and asked.

“Ay, you little thing, how come the moment you open your eyes you start looking for your mom?”

The cat-girl maid also stopped, took out a carton of milk from the tray and handed it to Jasmine, sighing helplessly. “Your mom’s next door. Didn’t she say the magic academy’s holiday is ending soon? Since there’s nothing happening on the dungeon side, she’s getting ready to head back.”

The holiday is ending.

Jasmine froze. Honestly, she had been really happy these last few days—playing around the city with her mom every day, riding flying horses at the children’s amusement park, eating cupcakes, drinking milk tea.

Besides that, her mom had taught her how to play games, shoot marbles, catch dolls...

When it came to eating, drinking, and having fun in Talin City, mom was extremely experienced—so experienced that teaching Jasmine seemed like something she’d already practiced in advance. But with mom’s lazy personality, doing “homework” before playing games would be heresy—she’d be burned at the stake for it.

So... maybe a long, long time ago, someone else had played this way with mom?

Maybe mom learned her beginner-teaching tricks from that person?

Who was that person?

Dad?

Or someone else?

Jasmine didn’t know, and she didn’t ask.

She believed her mother. She believed that when the day came where she truly needed to know everything, her mom would tell her everything without holding anything back.

Until then, she only needed to be her mom’s obedient daughter.

“Cat-sis...” Jasmine held the warm milk in her hands, raised her head, and said softly, “I want to go next door.”

“Meow?”

The cat-maid twitched her ears, curious why little princess Jasmine had to report such a thing just to go to the next room.

Politeness? But everyone had lived together long enough that too much politeness would just make things feel distant.

“If you want to go, then go. Your mom was just worried she’d wake you up, so she told us to save you a breakfast.”

The cat-girl maid swayed her tail. “Since you’re awake, go eat together.”

As she spoke, she took three steps in two, and slammed the next room’s door open with a bang.

“Meow-meow, Master, your daughter woke up and is looking for you for a kiss!”

She shouted this in a falsetto voice—

and her tail was immediately yanked by the indignant Jasmine.

Vieya was still studying the knowledge inside the two Demon Kings’ minds. After all, they had lived a long time, and correspondingly, their experience far surpassed hers.

Her wife had died without leaving even a hair behind.

Now, if she wanted to fully resurrect her wife, she needed a complete body.

She had the time potion.

She had a target to approach in the Elven Royal Court, even if communication hadn’t started yet.

The only thing missing was her wife’s corpse—she had no idea where to find it.

The slime mom felt utterly hopeless. She had slept twelve hours every day recently, yet that damned Demon King still refused to appear—not even showing up in dreams!

Are you hiding from me on purpose?

If you have the ability, hide for a lifetime!

Vieya’s intuition told her Flaviel didn’t want to resurrect—didn’t want to wake up again and face their messy, tangled relationship.

Even with a daughter now... she still didn’t want to face me?

The slime girl obviously didn’t have a heart, yet her chest felt unbearably tight.

Like a lead ball lodged inside—every time she seriously thought about how to deal with her relationship with Flaviel, that ball heated up, burning her until her whole body trembled.

“White Fur, are you okay?”

Elizabeth frowned. These days, White Fur looked happy playing with her daughter, but Elizabeth felt she might not actually be that happy.

“I’m fine... just feels like today’s meat bun has no taste,” Vieya said softly.

“No taste?”

Jiele Xiyin bit into hers, savoring it carefully, puzzled.

“The meat is fresh, the texture is great...”

Halfway through, she wisely shut her mouth and switched tones:

“Then maybe the one you’re eating has bad quality control.”

Vieya shook her head with a miserable expression, chewing her flavorless bun silently.

The door clicked open, and Helcat called out in a pinched voice:

“Meow-meow, Master, your daughter woke up and is looking for you for a kiss!”

“Eh... Jasmine’s awake?”

Vieya swallowed the bun in her mouth and looked toward the door.

Her daughter, blocked outside by the cat maid on purpose, was unhappily pinching the cat tail.