“Mmhmm~” Sirin let out a barely audible hum.
Watching Seele’s world-shattered expression, she didn’t continue to explain further, simply offering a suggestion in a calm, ripple-free tone, “Perhaps…
you could take her to see the ruins of the orphanage.”
After saying this, she ignored the frozen, complex-looking Seele, turned around, pushed open the door, and returned inside.
Inside.
Bronya was still standing where she was, lost in the confusion of Cocolia abandoning the Underworld.
Sirin walked up to her, raised her hand, and gently patted her shoulder.
“Bronya, right?”
“Yes.” Bronya instantly snapped back to reality from the pat and nodded.
“You probably don’t have a place to stay for now, right?
How about you stay here for a few days.”
“Eh?
I…” Bronya was stunned for a moment, subconsciously wanting to politely decline.
Staying at a stranger’s house was completely inconsistent with her status and the education she had received.
Moreover, there seemed to be a huge barrier and misunderstanding between her and Seele.
“Don’t be in such a rush to refuse.” Sirin interrupted her.
“The Underworld lacks everything.
Although there are one or two inns, the prices…
are quite expensive.
Given your current financial situation…”
She glanced meaningfully at Bronya’s exquisite clothing.
“You wouldn’t want to sell your clothes for currency, or sleep on the streets, or in some cold mine tunnel, would you?”
Bronya was rendered speechless by her words.
She had actually brought money with her, but it had vanished after she woke up in the clinic.
Now, the only things of value were the clothes on her back and the badge representing her status.
But it was unlikely she would sell those.
“Then…” She eventually compromised, lowering her head slightly, her voice very soft, “Sorry for the trouble.”
“Mm…” Sirin seemed to have anticipated this result long ago.
Her gaze swept over the two beds side-by-side in the room, and she began to make arrangements on her own, “There are only two beds in the house.
The larger one is usually where Clara and I sleep.”
She paused and continued, “But it’s fine. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Clara and I can squeeze into the small bed, no problem.
You…”
Her gaze turned to Seele, who had just pushed the door open and entered.
Her tone was as natural as if she were assigning a mundane chore:
“You just squeeze into the big bed with Seele.
Two people should be enough.”
“It’s decided.” Sirin made the final call.
“Eh?” Bronya had completely not expected such an arrangement.
To sleep in the same bed as Seele, who clearly harbored hostility toward her and spoke with thorns…?
Meanwhile, Seele, who had just returned to the room and happened to hear Sirin’s final decision, instantly petrified, as if struck by lightning.
“Mom!” She almost screamed.
Her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, even the tips of her ears stained with crimson.
Her eyes were wide, filled with disbelief and embarrassment, “What did you say?!”
Sirin watched her flushed cheeks and ruffled hair.
Instead of explaining or changing her decision, she tilted her head slightly, playfully winked with her exposed left eye, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve into an extremely faint arc, almost like the look of a successful prank.
“Hehe~”
Seele: “!!!”
(The girl’s flushed face surpasses everything.)
(Hooray, the SeeleBronya ship!)
(You, Sirin, are even leading the charge in pairing them up.)
(Mother-in-law, you gave Seele to Bronya, what about me?
Since things have come to this, I can only take you away.)
Astral Express, Parlor Car.
Selene let out a soft breath and slowly finished the operations on the virtual screen in her hand.
“Ha~” She sighed softly, raised her hand to rub her slightly aching temples, “Designing a character is really tiring…”
Especially when one needs to divert a portion of their mental energy to monitor and “operate” the situation regarding “Sirin” far away on Jarilo-VI.
However, the results were gratifying.
The creative frenzy sparked by throwing money around in the art section, combined with “Sirin’s” official debut in the Belobog storyline, her interactions with main characters, and even the “pretty girl instant noodles” and leading the charge in shipping, had earned her a huge profit in popularity.
The direct reflection was—
[Current Popularity Points: 15,070,067]
Fifteen million points!
And this number was still jumping and rising as “Sirin’s” progress in the Belobog storyline continued, along with discussions in the player community and the ongoing fermentation of fan creations.
(It was originally twenty-five million…) Selene looked at the number, silently calculating in her heart, (But I took ten million to design my own four-star character card…)
This consumption was by no means small.
According to the system, the energy converted from these “Popularity Points” was almost enough to support the complete design of a five-star limited character.
(However, the higher the investment, the greater the return.
A support character with broken, overpowered stats—surely she can sweep through everything.)
“Let me think, let me think,” Selene rested her chin on one hand.
“When is the best time to enter the gacha pool?”
“Hmm?
Is something troubling you, Selene?”
A gentle voice sounded beside her.
Selene snapped out of it and turned her head to look.
Himeko had walked up beside her at some point, holding a cup of her freshly brewed coffee, a concerned and elegant smile on her face.
“Troubling is a strong word,” Selene shook her head gently, returning to her usual gentle and calm demeanor, “Just thinking about some things.”
“Is that so?” Himeko smiled slightly and extended the coffee cup in her hand.
Steam mixed with an…
indescribable, complex aroma wafted out, “Would you like a cup of coffee?
It might help refresh you and clear your thoughts?”
Selene’s gaze fell on the cup presented to her.
On the surface of the dark brown liquid, a few strangely colored bubbles were bubbling up, as if silently proclaiming its “extraordinary” nature.
“No…
no need, right?” Selene’s body leaned back imperceptibly.
The gentle smile on her face stiffened for a split second, and a trace of an emotion called “fear” was clearly reflected in her eyes.
(If I…
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”