Herta, You're Surprisingly Kind

The matter of the Water Sprite was quickly concluded.

Himeko couldn't help but admire Yan Huan's efficiency. Although he had been acting erratically earlier and let March 7th release the Water Sprite, it was good that they managed to recapture it so quickly.

With the Water Sprite, that troublesome troublemaker, out of the way, the Herta Space Station returned to its harmonious state.

Some wrote reports accusing others.

Some danced in public.

Some shopped for fleets online.

Some watched My Little Pony.

And some dragged individuals to the trash can.

A scene of perfect harmony.

After a long while.

Yan Huan poked his head out from the trash pile, looking left and right.

Confirming that March 7th had already left, he climbed out dejectedly.

"Haha, Yan is resurrected!"

Just as he put his hands on his hips and laughed up at the sky.

He discovered a loli staring at him.

Her skin was incredibly smooth, with a doll-like texture at the joints, and her light purple eyes blinked.

"Just as I suspected, your mental state is quite problematic," Herta analyzed.

"Ha, you're not exactly in great shape yourself, squatting in front of a trash pile,"

Yan Huan retorted to the loli in front of him, only to receive a disdainful look.

"You found out even this? It seems your medical history is quite extensive."

Herta produced a tablet, displaying various videos of Yan Huan.

There were clips of him dancing awkwardly in public, being intimate with the Water Sprite, offering Wen Shiling a Furong King cigarette, and even exchanging contact information with gay men on the space station.

Yan Huan watched these scenes, a knowing smile appearing at first.

But then.

The smile on his face slowly faded.

"You're spying on me."

Even though Herta was controlling the puppet remotely, Yan Huan could genuinely feel a chill from her gaze.

"I have something of mine inside you. Is it a problem for me to keep an eye on you?" Herta retorted.

Yan Huan stared intently at Herta:

"How do you prove it's yours? Did you get a receipt?"

Hearing this, Herta fumbled for a receipt from her person.

It recorded the Stellaron's information and ownership, with Herta herself listed as the owner.

Yan Huan sniffed.

This thing actually came with a receipt?

"You probably just issued it to yourself."

"You found out even this? It seems the condition is quite severe and requires immediate treatment," Herta admitted.

Yan Huan: "???"

It really was self-issued.

"My name is Herta, and I am the owner of this space station. The Stellaron is currently inside you, and the Stellaron is my property. Therefore, you are now my property as well."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan's old face blushed, and he scratched his head, "Oh my, you make me feel a bit embarrassed. Who confesses like this? How annoying~"

"Go to the psychiatry department and get some medication."

Herta had a general understanding of Yan Huan's personality.

But she didn't care.

She had heard that this was the person who cleaved the Doomsday Beast with a single sword, so she had come to confirm it.

He looked no different from an ordinary human on the outside, and even upon careful sensing, she couldn't detect any Imaginary Energy from him.

Was it hidden?

Quite impressive.

"In any case, Himeko and Asta have already told me the specifics. I'm very grateful for your help to the space station, but storing a Stellaron in a human body is very dangerous. Come to my office later, and I'll show you. I'm deactivating this puppet now."

After Herta patted Yan Huan on the shoulder, the puppet's expression instantly vanished.

To Yan Huan's astonishment, the puppet slowly retreated and leaned blankly against the wall.

It entered standby mode.

"Huh? It's offline already."

Yan Huan stood before the now offline Herta automaton, observing it silently.

"This automaton is actually quite cute."

Go to the office for a body check? No need.

This Stellaron has been fused with me for so long, and I haven't felt anything uncomfortable.

After fusing, I feel like I've become smarter. I don't even need to prepare my lines when I'm showing off, and I can jump higher. I don't even need those leg-strengthening exercises anymore.

In short.

"Tch, I'm not going," Yan Huan sneered dismissively.

There are so many automatons, it shouldn't be a problem to have one as a pillow, right?

Definitely not a problem!

He turned and carried the Herta automaton back to the Star Rail Express.

Observation Car.

Himeko was resting on the sofa.

"Yo, Yan Huan, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Teacher Himeko."

After Yan Huan hurried past, Himeko smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

Young people are so full of energy.

He even picked a petite silicone doll.

"Wait, why does that automaton look a little familiar?" Himeko's eyebrows shot up as she stared intently into the distance.

Time, much like a married man's savings.

It always disappears without a trace.

Herta's Office.

Himeko, Dan Heng, and March 7th stood side by side, repeatedly apologizing to Herta.

Himeko spoke first, "I'm sorry, Herta. Yan Huan's been acting strange for more than a day or two, so please don't take it to heart."

March 7th clenched her fist in agreement, "Right, right. I think he's just got a thing for touching things. We've dealt with him, so don't worry."

Dan Heng nodded, "Miss Herta, please forgive him."

Herta: "..."

She watched silently as Yan Huan, bruised and battered by March 7th, lay at her feet, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"Wuwuwuwu, you guys are too much! These automatons are everywhere in the Herta Space Station, what's wrong with me taking one back to hug and sleep with..."

March 7th's pink and blue eyes sharpened, and she immediately leaped forward, straddling Yan Huan and unleashing a barrage of blows. "You still dare to talk! You still dare to talk! How dense can you be? Can't you just restrain yourself a little? You're embarrassing all of us Nameless!"

At this moment, Yan Huan was being straddled by March 7th, subjected to one-sided punishment.

Himeko and Dan Heng beside them looked on as if it were perfectly normal, as if this were reasonable.

Herta stared intently at the scene.

Wait, doesn't he have the strength of an Emanator?

Why is the little pink girl on him hitting him so naturally, without even a hint of hesitation?

"Ah... I was wrong, Miss Herta, please forgive me!"

"Call out louder, are you not eating!" March 7th glared angrily.

Screams echoed throughout the office, and Herta hastily tried to intervene:

"Ah, this, forget it, forget it. Stop hitting him, sigh, really, stop hitting him. Hey, can't you hear me? I said stop hitting him!"

Seeing March 7th still landing blows with both fists, while Dan Heng and Himeko on the side remained indifferent, Herta's eyes widened.

Yan Huan's address of "Miss Herta" had already escalated to "Herta Madam," "Master," and "Grandma." If this continued, his titles would become increasingly outlandish.

"Alright, alright, it's just an automaton, I have plenty, I'm not lacking this one!" Herta exclaimed loudly, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Instantly, the office fell silent at her outburst.

March 7th wiped the sweat from her forehead and politely said to Herta, "Haha, Herta, you're really quite kind."

"Yeah, yeah, Grandmother, you're too generous. I won't be polite then... Ah—!!!"

March 7th twisted Yan Huan's ear, gritting her teeth, "Won't be polite your grandma! Don't you dare have any more ideas about automatons, understand!"

Yan Huan: "Damn, so stingy."

March 7th didn't hear clearly, "Huh?"

Yan Huan: "I mean, this automaton is actually quite good-looking."