Above the mean streets, a woman sat on a high rooftop.
The neon rain could not affect her in the slightest as she sat with her legs crossed, tightly wrapped in black stockings.
Those curves were exceptionally alluring.
At this moment, Nihilux was observing the child Aha had chosen, who had been intercepted halfway by a mysterious man who appeared out of nowhere and even did something abstract like taking the Wolf Cub as his daughter…
It had completely disrupted her script.
What does he want to do?
Nihilux didn’t know; she just wore a maternal smile.
The brush and tablet in her arms never stopped moving, and soon the first chapter of “The Chronicles of the Punklorde Wolf Lord” was finished.
“What Do You Mean I Have a Biological Dad?”
What should she draw next?
In the drawing, Stark was naturally depicted as a villain, subjecting the cute little girl to all sorts of harassment, filled with the author’s deep malice.
After all, regarding the matter of stealing her daughter…
Nihilux held a grudge.
Originally, she was supposed to play the role of an NPC landlady.
Guarding Silver Wolf’s childhood.
Although she usually disliked excessive intervention, deliberately opening a deserted game arcade in a basement…
Making food at the restaurant and leaving plenty of leftovers and such.
She was still very good at that.
Then, at the end of the story, when the Wolf King became the Lord and returned home, the landlady who had taken such good care of her would have already vanished.
That would be so Elation, wouldn’t it~
She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the two of them again, but her brow couldn’t help but twitch.
Wait, looking at the direction they’re heading, are they walking toward the restaurant?
Unintentional or a coincidence…
but could there really be such a coincidence in this world?
She subconsciously checked the mission on the game cartridge; this thing was, naturally, managed entirely by her as a proxy.
But she hadn’t issued a mission yet…
How did the mission system light up on its own?
[Mission: Find the Mother Lost for Many Years.]
[Target (Invisible without Admin Privileges): Nihilux.]
[Hint: The Admin has no right to cancel this mission.
Please cooperate actively, Admin, otherwise the mask will be confiscated.]
?!?
Go ahead and take it.
If he doesn’t take it, she’ll think poorly of Aha!
Nihilux’s smile slowly froze on her face as she gritted her teeth slightly.
She probably understood what was going on; her Aha was still being as naughty as ever…
Are you kidding me?
“Chapter 2: The Mother Who Abandoned Her Husband and Daughter?”
The gossip drama actually landed on her own head, didn’t it?
Little Aha, you’d better not let her catch you.
Otherwise, come the next full moon, she’ll definitely grab Him and give Him a beating.
She took a deep breath but still decided to satisfy her Aeon’s wicked sense of humor.
Putting on her mask, she hurried back home; the Punklorde NPC restaurant landlady was now online.
[Nihilux is cursing your mother and greeting your entire family.]
[Host has no parents, selection failed.]
On the street, the rain fell sparsely.
Stark carried Silver Wolf on his back.
Silver Wolf held an umbrella and buried her head in his shoulder, feeling very uncomfortable.
He said that this way, the two of them would get less wet.
“Why not buy two umbrellas?”
“Poor…”
Poor, yet he bought her so much food?
Stark was doing it on purpose.
The clever Silver Wolf knew Stark was doing it on purpose, but she still obediently lay on his back, holding on tightly…
This way, it wouldn’t be cold.
The umbrella tilted forward for no particular reason.
If she had to say, it was because this was the umbrella Stark bought…
“Hiss…”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just someone thinking about me.”
Silver Wolf’s face turned a bit red.
He could even know that?
“…Who?”
“Your mom…”
“…”
Stark saw the system’s notification, and his heart skipped a beat.
His worst-case scenario had been verified.
If Nihilux didn’t know about this…
The mission would be considered complete as soon as he and Silver Wolf found Nihilux.
But she happened to know.
Right now, the only one who didn’t know the situation was Silver Wolf.
But should he tell the child that this was all a game by an Aeon, that I’m not your father, and Nihilux isn’t your mother?
No, even if it’s acting, he has to keep acting.
The Wolf Cub breathing on his back was simply too cute.
If only she could stay that small forever.
“If your mom doesn’t want you, don’t be angry.”
“My relationship with her isn’t good, it’s all my fault.
She doesn’t hate you.”
“Mhm…”
“You’re not going to ask anything else?”
There were too many questions, and Silver Wolf didn’t know where to start.
But those questions weren’t that important to her.
For example, why didn’t they want her back then?
Where had Stark been all these years?
Why didn’t he use such a powerful game cartridge himself…
And also, since Stark could get such a powerful game cartridge, he must be very capable, right?
He was dressed well, too.
Why was he so poor…
Truth be told.
She could ask a lot, but did Stark want to answer these questions?
Silver Wolf didn’t know.
Only someone with a full stomach and nothing to do would think so much…
She wouldn’t think about it.
Anyway…
she had gained a meal ticket named ‘Stark’.
As for his strange words and the touching and hugging, she’d just consider it the meal money Silver Wolf paid.
Pervert Stark…
“We’re here.
Why are you smiling so happily?”
“Ugh, am I…”
Silver Wolf’s ears felt slightly hot, and she felt very guilty.
She skipped the topic and sized up the small restaurant in front of her.
It was located at a street corner.
The space wasn’t large.
It could probably hold at most a dozen guests.
There were very few dishes to choose from on the menu, and the recommendation was actually egg fried rice…
It was hard not to be suspicious.
How exactly did it survive in a place like Punklorde?
Would guests really come here to eat?
A sign was also hanging by the door.
On it was written: Recruiting two staff members.
One waiter (child laborer, room and board provided, no pay.
Requirement: little girl).
One back kitchen/cleaning/purchasing/etc…
in short, a long list of part-time jobs.
Requirement: handsome, 186cm tall, silver hair, blue-gray eyes, surname Yun, must be obedient.
Wages: Paid in advance.
Just written…
The ink from the water-based pen didn’t even look dry yet.
It was so clumsy that even Silver Wolf could tell; it might as well have called out Stark’s name, okay?
Stark…
couldn’t be…
a scumbag, right?
Silver Wolf felt that this sign was full of resentment.
Setting aside how the other party knew they were coming, this looked like it was full of stories.
Stark’s mouth twitched.
He probably knew who the second position was for as well.
Obviously, Nihilux couldn’t possibly just be his wife like that; she chose this way to express her attitude.
No matter what kind of sacred being you are.
Don’t think about riding on top of me.
Be an honest tool, and we can still live in peace.
As the saying goes, when one is under another’s eaves, one has to bow one’s head.
If it weren’t absolutely necessary, Stark wouldn’t want to find a fun-seeker, shut-in, and manga artist as a wife either!