The Captain Just Wants to Go Home and Play Games

"No problem—"

This was just a small matter. What Mo Yi was more curious about was something else: Kiana was already a registered Cultivator. In theory, as long as she diligently completed missions and strengthened her abilities, the profession of Cultivator was no worse than any other. So why would Kiana, who clearly didn't seem like the type to enjoy studying, still bother going to school?

Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Hearing Mo Yi's question, Kiana gave a faint smile, recalling an unreliable father, and said softly, "Because my father once told me he hoped I could live and grow up like an ordinary girl."

Sure enough, behind every person who laughs heartily, there's a hidden story of sorrow.

There was no rush about school, since it was still summer break, which was why Mo Yi could laze around at home playing games all day.

And from what he remembered, when the Honkai descended on Changkong City, Kiana and the others had fought many Shikigami that were once students of Senba Academy, which meant school was still in session back then.

Mo Yi still had time to think and analyze the current intel, to decide what actions he should take next.

Chapter 12: A New Wife Every Three Months

After Mo Yi had finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he said to Kiana, who was lying on the sofa and mostly done digesting, "Don't just lie there. Time to clean up your room."

"Oh—"

Kiana, who had been in a 'one cup of Happy Water after a meal, bliss like a fairy' state, immediately sprang up at Mo Yi's words, even though she was a bit reluctant.

After all, Mo Yi was helping her out of goodwill. If Kiana dared to complain, Mo Yi wouldn't indulge her—he'd just leave her to handle it herself, whether she ended up sleeping in a dusty room or not.

And while Kiana could be a little willful, she understood basic principles. She didn't take Mo Yi's kindness for granted.

"I'm coming."

With that, she followed Mo Yi into the room.

With Mo Yi's help—someone who had lived independently for years and had plenty of life experience—Kiana's room was soon tidy.

He even put her luggage in suitable places.

"Awesome!"

Seeing the clean room, Kiana threw herself onto the bed. With the blanket muffling her mouth, her voice came out funny, but Mo Yi could still understand her.

"Thanks, Mo Yi!"

"No problem—"

A kid who knew gratitude and had manners was easier to like.

Mo Yi smiled, sat down beside Kiana, and said half to himself:

"This room was originally meant for my future little sister or brother, left by my parents—"

"But this way, it's not bad either."

Kiana had a rough idea of Mo Yi's situation by now. Not knowing how to comfort people, she just tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm sixteen this year. You might not be older than me."

"Sorry, I'm seventeen—"

Mo Yi reached out and placed his hand on Kiana's head—she was lying down and couldn't see him—like he was petting a dog, and said with a laugh, "Looks like you're destined to be my junior, Kiana."

"What are you doing?"

Never having had a strange guy touch her head before, Kiana immediately shot up from her lying position, striking a defensive pose like an angry cat, and said warily, "You don't have some ulterior motive for being so nice to me, do you?!"

Mo Yi's various actions over the past day had raised Kiana's favorability to the level of a trusted friend, but as a girl—especially one with a hereditary yuri bloodline—she still couldn't handle Mo Yi giving her a head-pat like that.

Well, his posture and expression were quite kind, with no hint of lechery, like he was soothing his own cat.

"I'm a Cultivator, you know! Careful, or I'll kick you, an ordinary person, flying!"

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"I have to say, your imagination is way too vivid—"

Mo Yi raised his hands in surrender and laughed:

"Let me tell you something: my personal preference for the opposite sex is black hair, long and straight. Kiana, you're pretty, but you're not in my strike zone, so don't get your hopes up. I, Mo Yi, am a man you, Kiana, will never be able to get in this lifetime."

Kiana: "..."

Being teased like that by Mo Yi, even Kiana, who had always thought she liked girls, got seriously annoyed.

I'm this gorgeous—how dare you, Mo Yi, you big pig's trotter, not fall for my charm!

"Then why are you so nice to me?"

Kiana wasn't the type to keep her thoughts bottled up. Spurred on by Mo Yi's provocation, she blurted out what was on her mind.

In truth, on her journey searching for her father, Kiana had met all kinds of people and had all kinds of experiences.

She'd met good people, but even more who had bad intentions toward her.

If Mo Yi wasn't pretending to be kind with some hidden agenda, then he was probably the best and most trustworthy person she'd met along the way.

Mo Yi spread his hands and asked with a smile:

"Do you want the truth, or a lie?"

Kiana puffed out her cheeks, stared at Mo Yi, and said:

"Of course it's the truth. My intuition is very sharp, so don't even think about lying to me!"

Truth doesn't always mean kindness, girl. Even though I had no ill intent, if I just came out and said I knew about the disasters to come in the future and was clinging to you, the Heroine, early on so you could carry me to glory—well, such a utilitarian truth would definitely lower the goodwill I'd worked so hard to build up through all that sacrifice. (It's not like I'm just soft-hearted and couldn't stand seeing her looking so miserable at my doorstep!)

"Actually, I'm an Awakened—"

Mo Yi took a deep breath, his voice low, as if he were about to reveal some huge secret: "The kind of person with special Supernatural Abilities."

"You—"

Kiana stared at Mo Yi for two seconds, then shook her head and retorted:

"Don't think I've never met an Awakened before. Strictly speaking, this young lady counts as one too. If you really were an Awakened, how could you be so clueless about Cultivators—"

"Stop. Do you still want to hear the truth or not—"