For a child who was not particularly bright like Sirin, Mo Yi's words had come too early. Unless she had gone through something tangible like Ji Anya had with The Last Lesson, but rather than seeing her mature, Mo Yi would have preferred for her to retain this innocence. Being a happy little angel was far more reassuring than Valkyrie Ranger's forced smile.
As for the Honkai and humanity's future, those things could be left to old veterans like Mo Yi. A whimpering little thing like Sirin should stay at St. Freya Academy, study and fool around properly, and simply be an ordinary high school girl.
"It's fine. When you grow up, you'll gradually come to understand—"
"Mm—"
Little Angel Sirin obediently nodded, keeping her head lowered as she enjoyed Mo Yi's god-tier headpat, honed through more than a dozen or twenty women.
"Lord Mo Yi—"
After quite a while, Sirin slightly raised her head to look at Mo Yi. She seemed to want to say something embarrassing, her fair cheeks faintly flushed as she mumbled, "Can I be like Yue Xia..."
Though she did not say the rest, Mo Yi more or less understood. She wanted to be like Yue Xia, placed on his lap while he petted her like a cat. What a wonderful thing! Mo Yi had been bored anyway, and petting a cat was a rare leisurely pastime!
"Of course you can—"
A minute later, Sirin was sitting obediently on Mo Yi's lap, enjoying Mo Yi's cat-petting package.
At first, Sirin had been too shy to move, sitting stiffly there and even trembling nonstop. But under Mo Yi's skillful hands, she soon relaxed, becoming like a cat that wanted to roll over and expose her belly for her master to pet.
Since she was human rather