Feeling Theus's scrutinizing gaze, Nini spun around on the spot. "So? Does this look good?"
Theus thought for a moment. "Civil servants aren't allowed to have tattoos."
The tip of Nini's tail froze.
"Th-this is painted on... It's for concealment."
"Concealment from what?" Theus stroked his chin. "Did you commit a crime?"
"Me? Commit a crime? Do I look like it?"
The corner of Theus's mouth twitched. She absolutely did.
He felt that even if Nini played a 3+ rated city-building simulator, she could somehow manage to flood the entire city with shit.
These days, Chloe was constantly considering dragging Nini before the Tribunal—she thought Nini had led Little Bu astray.
"You do."
Nini: "6."
"So what exactly is this outfit for?" Seeing how tightly Nini had wrapped herself up, Theus already had a faint guess.
"My readers are too crazy." Nini sighed. "No matter where I go, someone chases after me demanding updates. That would be one thing, but I've even run into people asking for autographs..."
"Even with six hands, you can't sign them all?"
Nini nodded indignantly.
"And there's something even worse... That time, Monica cornered me!"
Theus recalled the Monica series of novels and felt that he could understand...
"But Monica isn't even as tall as I am. You couldn't beat her, could you?"
The Banshees' combat strength was basically tied to their height. Nini was one of the strongest fighters among them; at the very least, she was not someone a tiny little thing like Monica could challenge.
"Monica was riding Ash."
Theus: "..."
That really was formidable.
Monica riding Ash was like Granny wielding a Dragon Breath Cannon—their combat strength underwent a qualitative leap.
Unlike Chloe, who had already climbed into a coffin; aside from running a little faster, there wasn't much difference.
But...