The Captain Just Wants to Go Home and Play Games

"The taste wasn't bad—"

After saying that, he even licked the remaining tea from the corner of his lips.

"Pervert—"

Happy Kallen instantly understood, thinking, You're that excited just from indirectly kissing me?!

Seeing Happy Kallen in a state of spiritual euphoria, Mo Yi sighed inwardly in relief. From his past experience, only after satisfying someone mentally would they enter a sluggish, communicative state. Now he could finally speak normally with this nonsensical woman from the delusional female knight archetype.

"Fine, fine, it was my fault—"

Mo Yi grumbled irritably, then continued,

"I came to see you tonight mainly because of two things—"

"First, my abilities have recently made a breakthrough. I can try to gather the soul fragments of 'Saintess Kallen' within you and see whether I can piece them back together. If I succeed, I can give her a body and achieve a true resurrection. This won't affect you in any way, and it can also cure the problem of you constantly seeing her memories."

"Of course, it all depends on what you want. I'm merely telling you that I now have this ability."

After saying that, Mo Yi looked at her and waited for her to recover.

Perhaps many people hoped for the true Kallen's resurrection. They viewed Happy Kallen as the true Kallen's continuation, substitute, or incomplete resurrected form. But to Mo Yi, from the moment he met her, she had been Happy Kallen: a woman who looked aloof and hard to approach at first glance, but was actually a delusional, regretful older young woman. She was not Saintess Kallen, the pure, kind, righteous saint who had been won over by that Fox Donkey Spirit.

If Happy Kallen had to be sacrificed to bring back Saintess Kallen, Mo Yi would definitely disagree. Such a great free