IBO -Chapter 107 Siblings Reunited

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At this moment, Song Yiran was in a grand and luxurious palace, sitting below the throne at the top where Wang Hu was seated.

Standing beside Wang Hu was a tall elf—Celeste, the Grand Knight Commander of Karendiel and also Wang Hu’s trusted aide.

Song Yiran sat on a chair below, mentally calling out to Xiao Zhong’er frantically.

“Xiao Zhong’er! Xiao Zhong’er! What’s going on over there? Why are they fighting?”

Originally, he had just wanted to check in on Xiao Zhong’er, but unexpectedly, he learned from him that Song Yu Tu and Su’er had started fighting.

After a while, Xiao Zhong’er’s voice came through: “It’s fine now. They’re not fighting anymore. Su’er is bringing us over to you.”

“What exactly happened here? I feel like I’m completely in the dark, like I’m being kept in the dark about everything.”

Xiao Zhong’er was dying of curiosity. How did this even happen?

At first, Song Yiran and Su’er were chatting peacefully, and then suddenly Song Yu Tu started fighting Su’er.

In the blink of an eye, Su’er had already taken Song Yiran away.

Later, Song Yu Tu led them to escape, only for Su’er to catch up and explain that this had all been part of the Elf Queen’s plan.

Xiao Zhong’er felt like his brain was about to explode.

According to Song Yiran’s deduction, the Elf Queen of Karendiel should be his former friend and elder sister.

With that kind of relationship, why all the secrecy? Why not just summon Song Yiran directly to the palace? Why go through such a long detour?

Humans really are complicated. He couldn’t understand them at all!

Song Yiran scratched his head and then recounted what had just happened to Xiao Zhong’er. Actually, it went like this:

Su’er had suddenly summoned vines, wrapping him entirely.

He wanted to call for help, but the next moment he was transported to the palace, and the vines that had wrapped him disappeared.

The moment the vines vanished, he saw Wang Hu sitting on the throne at the very top.

Someone who had once died appeared alive before Song Yiran’s eyes. He couldn’t help but call her “Sister,” just like before.

But before the words came out, his tears did.

One by one, tears slid down his cheeks, finally covering his entire face.

“Sis… Sister…” Song Yiran sobbed, quietly calling out to Wang Hu.

“Sister, I’m Song Yiran! Do you remember me? I’m your little brother!”

He was so moved that he wanted to rush forward and embrace Wang Hu immediately.

“Sister, I really missed you… I thought you were really dead… Thank goodness! Thank goodness you’re alive!”

As he spoke, his tears fell even more fiercely.

But—Wang Hu on the throne didn’t show any reaction.

She looked at Song Yiran from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze.

It wasn’t the look of seeing a former friend and little brother, but of examining a stranger.

Song Yiran felt the sting of her cold gaze and stepped back two paces.

He had imagined that reuniting with an old friend would bring joy.

But his sister seemed… unwelcoming.

Just after stepping back a couple of paces, his leg hit something. Looking back, he realized it was a chair.

So she did remember him, leaving a chair for him.

But why treat him like this…?

Perhaps they needed an honest conversation; maybe there was some misunderstanding?

“Sis—” He barely got the word out when he was interrupted.

A tall elf suddenly appeared in the palace, summoning vines that firmly restrained Song Yiran to the chair.

Then, a small table appeared in front of him, with a bowl on it—instant noodles.

Wait, what? This is the interstellar era. Where are instant noodles coming from?

But the smell was familiar… Fresh shrimp and fish cake noodles, with the small fish cakes he knew so well.

The elf stepped in front of him and said coldly, “Eat.”

Song Yiran: ?

Wait, he seemed to have seen this elf somewhere before!

He remembered—this was the elf from the pictures around Wang Hu in the past reports.

The report had introduced her identity: Celeste, Grand Knight Commander of Karendiel.

Song Yiran was completely confused. What was going on?

It was one thing that his sister ignored him, but why would the Grand Knight Commander suddenly appear and make him eat noodles?

And instant noodles, of all things—the very fresh shrimp and fish cake noodles he loved!

Was this reasonable? Was he dreaming?

Could it be poison, and this was just a hallucination?

Seeing that Song Yiran hadn’t moved, Celeste softened her tone slightly: “It’s Her Majesty’s instruction. Eat.”

Song Yiran remembered Su’er saying that Celeste was Wang Hu’s trusted aide, so the noodles should be safe.

His sister wouldn’t have her aide use noodles to harm him, would she?

Besides, instant noodles—nobody would tamper with instant noodles, right?

Song Yiran glanced up at Wang Hu on the throne. She was still scrutinizing him, showing no warmth.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips together. Looks like he had no choice but to eat the noodles.

The table also had utensils: a fork, chopsticks, and a spoon.

He took the chopsticks and the spoon.

If it were any other flavor, he would’ve just used chopsticks.

But these were fresh shrimp and fish cake noodles!

He loved the little fish cakes in them, but there were never enough in the seasoning packet.

So whenever he ate this kind of noodles, he used a spoon to gather the little fish cakes first, then ate the noodles.

When the noodles were finished, he would finish all the fish cakes on the spoon in one go.

Song Yiran ate the noodles absentmindedly. At that moment, only three people were in the palace.

Wait, no—two elves and one human.

Wang Hu and Celeste remained silent. The only sound in the vast palace was Song Yiran slurping noodles.

His mind wandered, imagining all sorts of things.

The sound of slurping noodles felt oddly out of place in the grand palace.

By the way, this palace was magnificent! Gold everywhere!

His sister was really doing well!

Living in such a palace, she should normally be eating more luxurious food, right?

Was instant noodles considered low-class cuisine here? Not that he wanted to insult anyone—instant noodles weren’t exactly low-class…

The palace was so quiet, and his slurping was amplified in the empty space.

He didn’t want to make noise, but eating noodles just made slurping inevitable.

Celeste stood in front of him, watching, while Wang Hu’s gaze occasionally fell on him.

Song Yiran felt immense pressure. Why did they have to stare so much?

It felt like he wasn’t eating noodles but defusing a bomb, and everyone was intently watching him.

But he was just eating instant noodles…

After persistent effort, he finished the bowl completely, even drinking all the soup.

Now his sister should be satisfied, right?

He looked expectantly at Wang Hu. He had eaten every bit, just like when he was a child—no waste.

Celeste flew to Wang Hu and whispered something to her respectfully.

A moment later, Wang Hu finally spoke to Song Yiran for the first time:

“What are your parents’ names?”

Song Yiran realized why she hadn’t spoken before—she must have been checking if he was really him.

He confidently answered: “My mom is Song Hang, my dad is Li Qingqing.”

“We were deskmates in kindergarten! The kindergarten was called Star Kindergarten! We even went to the same elementary school—East Wind Elementary!”

“When I was bullied by bad boys, you chased them away and accepted me as your little brother!”

“Sister, I’m really Song Yiran!”

To further prove his identity, he used a cute trick he hadn’t used since kindergarten.

He widened his eyes and made a starry-eyed expression at Wang Hu.

He had often acted like this to her as a child; she would definitely recognize him!

Finally, Wang Hu’s expression softened. She gave Song Yiran a bright, hearty smile.

Her little brother, whom she had accepted back then, hadn’t changed a bit over all these years…

Celeste witnessed the change and quietly released the vines restraining Song Yiran.

Wang Hu flew down from the throne and approached him. Just like when he was a child, she reached out and patted his head.

She rubbed his head as if he were a pet, while patting his shoulder with a satisfied smile.

“My, you’ve grown so much! I still remember you were such a little thing back then!”

“I thought you’d only grow to 1.5 meters, but I didn’t expect you’ve already reached 1.7 meters! Not bad, not bad!”

Song Yiran smiled a little shyly. He had indeed developed quite slowly as a child, standing out among his peers like a short radish.

But now that he had grown to 1.7 meters, he was fairly satisfied with his height.

He looked up at Wang Hu. “Sister, you’re still as tall as you were back then! I always thought you’d grow really tall someday, and now… wow, you really are tall!”

Even as a child, Wang Hu had been very tall, towering over most of her peers.

Song Yiran had once wondered if Wang Hu might grow to two meters someday.

He gazed at her with admiration. “Sister, you must be around two meters now, right?”

He himself was already 1.7 meters, yet standing next to him, she was much taller.

“Of course! Your sister is a full 2.2 meters now!” Wang Hu said proudly.

Back when she died, she had been only 1.9 meters, but after transmigrating here, she had grown to 2.2 meters!

After speaking, Wang Hu seemed to think of something else. She turned to glance at Celeste.

Celeste immediately realized what her Majesty intended… the same old routine, huh?

Every time her Majesty mentioned height in public, she would always pull Celeste over to show off.

Celeste could only grumble silently in her heart, yet her body obediently flew to stand beside her Majesty.

Wang Hu patted Celeste’s broad shoulders with pride. “Ta-da! This is my little sister here! Her name is Celeste!”

“She’s a full 2.5 meters tall!”

Wang Hu was extremely proud, her expression as if it were she who stood 2.5 meters tall.