They Say Big Breasts Mean No Brains, but This Kid's Not Even Well-Endowed / Seele and Bronya's Little Notebook

Kiana's outfit made her look like a princess surrounded by stars in the middle of the group.

And after Kiana changed into those clothes, the aura she gave off was completely different from her previous ancient-knight-like bearing. It made several people wonder about her true identity.

She couldn't really be the princess who ran away from that family, could she?

As Qun Jiren led everyone downstairs, he saw Serval chatting with Bronya about something. Then, after everyone came down, Bronya interrupted Serval and walked to the front of the group.

As the four of them appeared, Bronya also took three wanted posters from her hand.

"I am Bronya Rand, acting commander of the Silvermane Guards. In the name of the esteemed and supreme King Amber, and under the orders of Supreme Guardian Cocolia Rand, I have come to apprehend the infiltrators who intend to incite a rebellion."

"Here and now, in my capacity as the Supreme Guardian's representative, I temporarily strip you all of your freedom to act and speak. When the Judgment Council puts you on trial, you will be given the opportunity to defend yourselves."

Serval merely shook her head and sighed at Bronya's behavior. After glancing at the people coming downstairs, she returned to the Mechanical House.

Before anyone else could say anything, March 7th saw the arrest warrants and immediately became indignant.

"Wait a second. Why are there only three?"

"Miss March 7th, Miss Stelle, and Mr. Dan Heng, these are the arrest warrants for the three of you. Do you have any objections?"

After making sure the three of them had seen them clearly, Bronya put away the arrest warrants and tucked them into her chest. Then she struck the ground with the butt of her rifle.

The nearby Silvermane Guards also took a step forward at the same time, trying to pressure the group into giving up resistance.

"Wait, there are four of us! Why are only we being wanted?"

Stelle and Dan Heng couldn't help nodding as well. March 7th usually talked too much and caused trouble, but at that moment, they felt they had found a spokesperson who could voice their confusion.

"This is the Supreme Guardian's order. Miss Kiana remains an honored guest of Belobog. We suspect that you threatened and coerced Miss Kiana, using her appearance to make the Supreme Guardian lower her guard!"

Kiana looked at Bronya, curious whether the latter sentence had come from Cocolia or was Bronya's own idea.

However, seeing March 7th's unfriendly gaze, Kiana forcibly held back the laugh that had nearly escaped her. The corners of her lips still rose uncontrollably.

Sampo, who had been waiting in the shadows of the street for a chance to act, had not expected things to develop this way either. But thinking about Kiana's situation, he now really wanted to know what expressions Bronya and Cocolia would make if they learned the truth.

How delightful. Truly delightful!

"How dare you! You actually threatened an innocent passerby under the gaze of the Supreme Guardian's representative and the Silvermane Guards. It seems my guess was right—you threatened Miss Kiana in the same way!"

Bronya hurried forward and seized Kiana's hand. She remained wary of the three others, and only after discovering that they merely looked strange and had no intention of attacking did she pull Kiana over.

Kiana neither explained nor struggled. She simply allowed Bronya to "rescue" her. When she turned around, she saw the wonderfully varied expressions on everyone's faces.

Unable to resist, Kiana took out her phone and snapped a picture.

After pulling Kiana over, Bronya moved her directly behind herself. At the same time, she gestured for Pela, who had come with her, to look after this "innocent passerby."

"Miss, are you hurt?"

"No. Thank you for your concern."

While Bronya continued confronting March 7th and the others, Pela had already begun checking Kiana's condition to see whether she was injured.

"By the way, I'm Pela, an intelligence officer of the Silvermane Guards. What's your name? Why do I feel like I've never seen you before?"

In fact, as an intelligence officer, Pela could not be expected to remember every person in Belobog. But Kiana's appearance and bearing were so striking that she was impossible to overlook or forget.

Pela did not actually suspect Kiana's identity. She was merely wondering whether Kiana was the heir of some family who had never shown herself in public for her own protection.

"Hmm, this should be our first meeting. By the way, my name is Kiana. Beautiful miss, remember to keep a certain distance from strangers in the future."

Pela had not yet understood what Kiana meant.

Then she was knocked unconscious by an object that suddenly fell from the sky.

"Hehe, I found the big shot from my group! Awesome!"

"Damn it, it's not like I wanted to become a magical girl!"

Introduction: Admiring magical girls;

Becoming a magical girl;

Understanding magical girls;

Surpassing magical girls.

That was roughly Ba Qijiu Que Na's life goal.

But things were entirely different for her transmigrator younger sister, Ao Tui Chen Fan.

Having obtained a second life, she actually only wanted to follow her own rules and enjoy a wonderful youth, staying far away from the tragic life of magical girls, which was mostly a giant trap.

However, fate loved to toy with people.

Wu Tina, who yearned to become a magical girl, was forced by a mysterious black creature to join an evil organization and oppose the magical girls;

Kishaluro, who resisted becoming a magical girl, ultimately became one under pressure and fought her sister without knowing the truth.

Their lives became intertwined in a wonderfully strange way.

Where, exactly, would fate lead them?

"I absolutely won't allow something like this to happen to me or my family!"

"Once I've decided to do something, naturally I have to do it perfectly! Otherwise, it has no value at all!"

"Ah, a brand-new magical girl. She looks very delicious! Let me test your purity!"

Chapter 22: They Say Big Breasts Mean No Brains, but This Child's Aren't Even Big

Looking at Pela lying unconscious on the soft cushion she had placed beneath her, Kiana suddenly felt a little guilty.

But Pela was still a Pathstrider, after all. What if she suddenly disrupted her plans?

The commotion here was also noticed by the two sides facing each other.

After March 7th finished complaining, "We're going to become prisoners again. I've noticed that this happens once in every three worlds," she discovered that Kiana had already infiltrated the enemy's ranks and had smoothly dealt with the only two people present who were not wearing the Silvermane Guards' uniforms.

However, Kiana regretted acting almost immediately. She seemed to have been bound by her original memories. Bronya and Pela had not suspected her at all, so why had she attacked? Wouldn't it have been better to blend in as a victim?

Kiana's body, however, did not stop moving. She kicked down a Silvermane Guard standing close to Bronya, drew her pistol, and took Bronya hostage.

Sampo, who had just taken out a smoke bomb nearby: "?"

March 7th, who was still facing off against the guards: "?"

"Everyone, back off. I'm about to show off."

Kiana suddenly felt that the way everyone was looking at her seemed rather strange.

Only then did she realize that she had told everyone to retreat and then spoken out of habit. She quickly corrected herself.

"No, I mean everyone, back off. Come any closer and I'll hurt Bronya."

The nearby Silvermane Guards quickly surrounded Kiana, but they made no unnecessary moves. It was clear that these people were not ordinary recruits, but members of an elite unit.

Bronya did not panic too much either. After calming herself, she actually began trying to persuade Kiana.

"Miss Kiana, I know you were deceived by these villains. Let me go. I can overlook your impersonating me and threatening me. At the same time, I swear in my capacity as Bronya Rand, acting Supreme Guardian, and current commander."

"We promise to apprehend these criminals and bring them to justice. We won't let them threaten you again."

The expressions on March 7th and the other two were indescribably complicated. But none of them understood why Bronya had decided that they were the villains while Kiana was the one they had coerced.

For a moment, they did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Sampo, meanwhile, had hidden himself in a corner and clearly had none of those concerns. Leaning against the wall, he began laughing heartily. He did not even try to lower his voice, drawing everyone's attention.

"Ah, crap. I exposed myself because it was too funny!"

Once Sampo realized he had been exposed, he stopped pretending. He threw a smoke bomb mixed with gas and a special drug onto the ground, and black smoke immediately spread out.

The people enveloped by the smoke collapsed one after another.

Listening to the successive sounds of bodies hitting the ground, Kiana suddenly wondered whether Pela should thank her afterward for preventing her from falling flat on the floor.

"Hey, why didn't you pass out?"

At that moment, Sampo was wearing a gas mask and pushing a small cart modified from a trash can. He had just tossed Stelle inside and seemed to be planning to bundle everyone up and take them to the Lower District.

"What? Are you surprised that I didn't pass out?"

"Indeed. Is there something wrong with this batch? That shouldn't be the case. Everyone else passed out."

Kiana did not answer. Instead, she placed Bronya's hand over her shoulder and supported her so that she would not fall.

As for why she had not passed out...

"All right, since you didn't pass out, give old Sampo a hand. You take that little girl over there. We'll carry two each. But let me make this clear first: don't tell anyone about this route, or old Sampo will lose a fortune."

"No need. I'll handle it."

Kiana snapped her fingers. March 7th, who had fainted against the wall and slid down into a seated position, and Stelle, who had been loaded onto Sampo's cart, instantly appeared beside Kiana. Kiana then took out three soft cushions, placed them on the ground, wrapped the three of them up, and left with Sampo.

As for Dan Heng, Kiana walked over and kicked his trouser leg.

"Stop pretending. Get up and help."

Dan Heng finally acted as though he had just awakened. He rose with the support of his spear and followed behind Sampo.

Along the way, Sampo could not stop grumbling. "Strange. Could something really be wrong with the merchandise? Why is the effect so weak this time?"

When they reached the Lower District and arrived at the clinic, they met Natasha. After placing the three unconscious people on the beds, Natasha immediately asked Sampo:

"Who are you?"

"Pfft!"

Strangely enough, back at Herta Space Station, the people with dark circles under their eyes whom Kiana had teased about turning into pandas had lasted only five minutes at shortest and a dozen minutes at longest.

But Sampo had lasted an entire day, breaking the record.

No matter how many times Sampo explained, Natasha continued looking suspiciously at this long-legged auntie who still possessed a certain mature charm.

Only after Sampo leaned close to Natasha's ear and whispered a few secrets known only to a handful of people did Natasha nearly pick up the grenade launcher by her feet. Fortunately, she managed to restrain herself in the end.

"You really are Sampo?"

"Absolutely. If I'm lying, may old Sampo never make another credit again."

There were no patients today, so aside from the three people lying on the beds after being tricked by Sampo, there was no one else around.

Thus Natasha did not need to worry about anyone else's opinion. She simply put on her gloves and examined Sampo to see whether he had used some bizarre little device to deceive people again.

After a thorough examination—

"It's a miracle. If not for the information you just gave me, which only a small number of people know, and that... special aura of yours, I truly would not have suspected that you had originally been a woman. How strange. Very strange. Would you be interested in letting me study you?"

"Goodbye!"

Watching Sampo leave the clinic, Natasha finally turned her attention to the others.

Her gaze eventually landed on Bronya. Her eyes narrowed, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to their usual compassionate-doctor expression.

"Tell me, how did you get involved with that fellow Sampo? Why leave the perfectly good Upper District and come down to suffer in the Lower District?"

"Eh? How can you be sure we're from the Upper District?"

After Kiana finished speaking, Natasha looked at her as though she were an idiot.

Kiana's ears were sharp. Even though Natasha had lowered her voice, she still heard the latter muttering under her breath.

"They say big breasts mean no brains, but this child's aren't even big."

Chapter 23: Seele and Bronya's Little Notebook

"You must be the little princess of some family. It's obvious that you've never experienced an ordinary person's life. You don't really think anyone in the Lower District can afford the clothes you're wearing, do you?"

"I'm a doctor, but even if you had Sampo take those clothes to the Upper District and sell them, they could probably feed an entire Lower District family for several months."

After hearing Natasha's explanation, Kiana finally felt that she had asked a truly stupid question.

Dan Heng sensed the awkward atmosphere in the room. On top of that, he had many questions he wanted to ask Sampo, so he went outside.

"The people you brought here are fine. Don't worry. They can leave or stay here, as long as they don't disturb anyone else."

After Natasha finished speaking, she sat down in a nearby chair, pulled a book from the table, and began reading.

Kiana felt bored, so she took out the little notebook she had bought earlier for making drinking notes and wrote down the things she remembered.

Before long, March 7th woke up.

Seeing Kiana sitting beside her bed and concentrating on writing something, March 7th did not make a sound. Instead, she brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned over to take a look.