"Knife... sob sob sob... It's a knife..."
As a reader, Miyuki was crying very hard...
But what she was reading wasn't the old uncle's "Liyue Huangguo", but little Ayato's "Remnant Moon Chronicles: Hiraizumi Blood Cherry".
This couldn't be helped.
After all, little Ayato had written the opening with such a warm family atmosphere for the female lead—it was really well done.
Now the whole family had been sacrificed to the heavens, so it wasn't hard to understand Miyuki's painful emotions.
And little Ayato was earnestly comforting her from the side.
"There, there, don't worry. The protagonist's days will get better later on..."
The only problem was that the corners of little Ayato's mouth hadn't come down at all...
The sniffling Miyuki, who was also preparing to write knives, picked up little Sara's "Narukami Chronicles" and started reading.
Friendly reminder: little Sara had received a heartfelt shock from Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou today.
And the content of the novel would also reflect the author's state.
"Wait, why has the tengu girl started thinking that the Shogun's eternity has problems? Sara... you're not planning to end it with 'the tengu girl uses her own blood to warm the Shogun's eternity,' are you?"
Little Sara answered Miyuki's question very seriously.
"I don't know, but if the Shogun's eternity in the story really has problems, then remonstrating is a vassal's duty."
When Miyuki heard this, her head buzzed...
She just felt that today was probably a good day for eating knives.
But she still picked up little Eula's adventure log story.
Don't panic, Miyuki—Eula definitely won't write knives...
Then...
"It's over. I've eaten too many knives lately. I keep feeling like the male lead encouraging the female lead under the moonlight is covered in death flags! It's such a warm scene..."
Miyuki just felt like she'd already been numbed by knives today...
She shifted her gaze to the dearest old uncle.
"Old uncle, you wouldn't throw knives, right?"
The guilty old uncle silently hid the outline inside his Vision.
"Ahem, I still suggest you don't read it..."
Poor Miyuki—preparing to throw knives in her own novel, and the friends nearby also seemed like they were about to start throwing knives.
"Let me declare first: my book is tail-knife. Tail-knife that can hurt so much it feels like dying and coming back to life."
The old uncle couldn't bear to trick this child into eating knives. As an honest person, he always told the truth.
Life was already bitter enough—why eat knives for no reason when idle?
Miyuki looked at the old uncle, feeling that being a reader was too hard.
And little Ayato began demonstrating the Kamisato family's social aesthetics.
"It's fine. If I remember correctly, Miyuki, what you're writing right now also seems to be tail-knife, right?"
Miyuki froze instantly.
And the old uncle felt something was off...
Especially with the sudden upward curve at the corners of Miyuki's mouth...
It's over—what turned you all into this? Was it miHoYo?
Mr. Cid's head hurt, but looking at shrine maiden Miyuki—who now had the goal of "making the world feel pain"—he ultimately swallowed his words.
No matter what, having motivation to write was a good thing.
But right now, it should already be time to finish typing, share stories, and prepare for bed.
If he let them keep typing, what if they stayed up late?
But he couldn't directly order the kids to sleep—that would be too blunt, like a command, and bad for feelings.
The old uncle chose to yawn first.
"I'm sleepy. Going to bed first."
One person's departure often triggered a chain reaction, creating the spectacle of everyone yawning and wanting to sleep together.
Facing this scene, Miyuki also knew it was time to sleep.
The hot-blooded drive to type ultimately had to yield briefly to reality.
No matter what, health comes first.
Good night, everyone.