Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 571 Qin Nan's Thoughts

Qin Nan, Xiao Hui, and Hyacinth didn't interrupt the two deities' conversation, even though, strictly speaking, neither of them could be considered gods anymore. Scáthach had voluntarily relinquished her divine power and authority; aside from her significantly superior physical attributes and lifespan compared to mortals, she was now no different from an ordinary person. As for the Tree of Life, Trova, while she might be gradually recovering, she was still far from her peak, not to mention that she had lent most of her primordial power to Tang Zijun. Even so, they didn't underestimate her in the slightest. Qin Nan and Xiao Hui stood silently at the entrance of the Divine Assembly Hall, while Hyacinth, while Scáthach and Trova began their conversation, secretly flew onto Qin Nan's shoulder.

Witnessing a conversation between deities is a novel and fascinating experience, an honor not everyone has, especially in today's society where gods are merely legends. But for Qin Nan, Scáthach's conversation with the Tree of Life, Trova, was like a distant, indistinct whisper in her ears. Her heart was no longer there.

Her thoughts, like a wild horse, raced uncontrollably back to that scene on the tree branch of the World Tree—Tan Zhixin's languid figure leaning against the door, Tang Zijun's back as she walked towards the wooden house, and an intense, almost bitter, jealous feeling that made her tongue tingle, like old vinegar being spilled, the sour taste rushing straight to her head, completely overwhelming her mind.

She lowered her head, her toes unconsciously grinding against the flowing golden light beneath her feet. Her delicate face was contorted in a frown, her brows furrowed, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the ground, as if trying to burn two holes in it. Her mind was filled with Tang Zijun's face.

"Feed".

A soft, concerned voice sounded on her left shoulder.

Little Grey tilted his head, his small, beady eyes looking at Qin Nan with concern. As a spirit beast, he could clearly sense the turmoil and agitation churning within Qin Nan's soul. "Sister Nan? Are you... alright?" On the other side, Hyacinth fluttered its transparent wings, peeking its small head out from the folds of her right shoulder, its voice as soft as a wind chime. As a flower fairy, Hyacinth was especially sensitive to emotional fluctuations.

Qin Nan was brought back to her senses by the two little ones' concern. She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and reached out to pat Little Gray's head and Hyacinth's tiny body. "It's okay, I'm okay." But her voice was utterly unconvincing.

How could she be alright?

My heart is like two fish thrown into boiling oil, struggling frantically.

A fish is screaming: Pursue your own happiness! Tang Zijun... he hasn't even confirmed his relationship with Sister Tan yet, right? Why can't I fight for it? What makes me, Qin Nan, inferior to Sister Tan? Most importantly—I like him! From a long time ago... Didn't Lady Scáthach say that when facing someone you like, you should use the most primal means to win them over? What are primal means? Isn't it... isn't it just like Sister Tan, taking the initiative, boldly flirting, even... even

Qin Nan's cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

But another fish immediately interrupted: "Give it up with your bare hands? What do you have to compete with Sister Tan? The tacit understanding between Sister Tan and Tang Zijun, that old married couple aura, is something you can't possibly intrude upon. Didn't you see the subtle changes in Tang Zijun's calm expression in front of her? Can you learn Sister Tan's seemingly lazy, yet meticulously planned and direct flirting?" Just thinking about being like her... Qin Nan felt unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, her face burning hot enough to fry an egg.

Moreover, Sister Tan... understands Tang Zijun too well, and she knows too well how to "take her life" too well.

As for what Lady Scáthach said about "primitive methods"

Uncontrollably, Qin Nan's mind flashed back to the fierce and untamed nature that might lie beneath Scáthach's cool and aloof demeanor, befitting the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

Extortion and plunder?

Just push it down?

Qin Nan shook his head violently, trying to banish this terrible thought.

I've always heard of Zeus forcibly pushing others down, but I've never heard of any woman being able to forcibly push Zeus down in return. She can't do it! "Primitive means... primitive means..." she murmured unconsciously, her eyes becoming even more confused.

Scáthach's cool words still seemed to echo in her ears, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness belonging to an ancient warrior.

But for Qin Nan, a magical girl who had never even been in a relationship and whose experience was mostly limited to movies and TV dramas, the phrase "primitive methods" was more intractable than the most complex math problem. She couldn't help but imagine herself like Tan Zhixin, lazily leaning against the doorframe, seducing Tang Zijun with her eyes… The image was too vivid, and she shuddered. Or… or just rush up and hug him? That would only be like a younger sister hugging her older brother, wouldn't it?

Tang Zijun never refused such seemingly intimate gestures, but it seemed like they might turn into siblings. Or perhaps... something more "primitive," as Lady Scáthach had hinted? No, no, no! Qin Nan's face instantly turned bright red; she felt like she was about to burst into flames. Her courage deflated like a punctured balloon. She remembered the resolute yet gentle look in Tan Zhixin's eyes when she looked at Tang Zijun. That look... Qin Nan could never imitate it.

"Can...I really do it?" she cried out to the air, her voice barely audible, completely unaware of the subtle energy fluctuations at the temple entrance. *Creak*

A soft, rustling sound, seemingly emanating from the ancient wood itself, rang out.

The doors of the temple, naturally woven from vines and flowing light, opened silently inward.

Tang Zijun appeared at the entrance. He had changed into a clean, crisp white T-shirt, which accentuated his tall and upright figure, making him appear even more radiant. He stepped steadily into the hall, and almost immediately, his gaze fell upon a figure in a corner of the hall—a person with their head bowed, cheeks flushed like ripe apples, and shoulders trembling slightly. Tang Zijun's steps faltered almost imperceptibly for a moment.

"Qin Nan?"

Tang Zijun approached Qin Nan discreetly from behind and asked with some concern.

"What's wrong? Your face is so red!"

boom!

These words struck Qin Nan like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, precisely hitting her as she was immersed in an internal storm.

"Huh?!" Qin Nan looked up abruptly, like a startled rabbit.

When she saw Tang Zijun behind her, she felt a buzzing in her head and her blood rush to her head.

Caught red-handed?! All those wild thoughts in her head about "primitive methods," "active seduction," and "taking someone down" seemed to instantly turn into huge posters plastered on her face. She felt like a thief caught red-handed, and the guilty feeling made her want to disappear on the spot.

"No! No, no, no, nothing!" Qin Nan's voice suddenly rose several octaves, becoming shrill and shaky. She waved her hands frantically, as if trying to dispel the non-existent awkwardness in the air. "I...I'm fine! Very fine, it's just...it's just a little hot, yes! This hall is too full of energy, I...I'm so excited, my magic is overloaded, yes! Overloaded!" She stammered, her eyes darting around in a panic, avoiding Tang Zijun's gaze. The blush on her cheeks quickly spread to the roots of her neck, even the tips of her ears turned bright red.

On her shoulder, Little Grey was startled by her sudden movement and flapped its wings, while Hyacinth quickly retreated into her collar.

Qin Nan inwardly wailed: It's all over, it's all over!

He saw it! He must have seen it!

He must have guessed what I was thinking!

Lady Scáthach, help! Lady Trova, help!

Let me disappear!

Fortunately, Tang Zijun's attention did not linger on her for long.

Almost the instant Tang Zijun stepped into the hall and began to ask Qin Nan a question...

In the center of the hall, the invisible energy field, woven from the wills of Scáthach and Trova, rippled instantly, like a new pebble thrown into a calm lake. Scáthach's deep purple eyes lit up instantly, her gaze locking onto Tang Zijun at the doorway.

The life energy that was everywhere in the hall was also awakened and instantly became active.

The flowing golden veins shone brightly, and the floating dust particles spun faster, converging into a clearer "focus" that radiated a gentle yet vast will. A gentle voice rang out, "You have come, young deity."

The gazes of the two ancient gods instantly shifted all attention away from Qin Nan, their exchange abruptly halting as they turned to Tang Zijun. Tang Zijun's gaze fell upon the center of the hall; Qin Nan's obvious panic, though unusual, was clearly no longer the focus at this moment. He nodded slightly to Scáthach, then glanced towards the center where Trova's will converged, as if in greeting.

"I just...I just went to change my clothes." Without further explanation, Tang Zijun strode towards the center of the hall where Scáthach was. Qin Nan stood frozen, watching Tang Zijun walk towards the center of the hall, towards the backs of those two ancient beings, her heart still pounding wildly in her chest. Her cheeks were still burning, but the almost suffocating embarrassment and panic of being caught had receded like a tide, replaced by a feeling of relief and deep gratitude. She was saved...

She let out a long, silent sigh, her legs feeling a little weak. She quickly grabbed onto a naturally growing, warm wooden pillar beside her. Little Gray on her shoulder and Hyacinth in her collar peeked out, their small eyes filled with gossip.