Spiritual Power, Isn't It Amazing?

Spiritual Power.

As the name implied, it was one of the sources of a Spirit's power. Vast Spiritual Power could manifest weapons known as Angels, granting Spirits strength capable of rivaling most of the world's armed forces.

That was what Qian Huanyue knew about Spiritual Power. As a special outsider Spirit, she had never experienced anything like a shortage of resources when it came to Spiritual Power. Instead, it had remained continuously abundant within her, and she rarely felt that surging power inside her being completely depleted.

So.

--Was this where the problem lay?

Huanyue narrowed her eyes into slits, folded her arms, and pondered with a grave expression.

After fooling around with the Yamai sisters for a while, she had fled here as though escaping for her life.

She sat in a broad chair, trying hard to maintain a composed expression—if one ignored the way she anxiously tucked her feet against the floor.

"Child, who are you?" Huanyue was still somewhat confused after her body had burned uncomfortably for a while.

After a flash of Spiritual Power, it emerged from within her body, and a girl who looked about five years old appeared before her, wearing a slightly vacant, adorable expression as she tilted her head.

"Rino is Rino."

It was an exceptionally innocent-sounding answer. Her voice was soft and delicate, a tiny bow cutely tied behind her head, while an artless smile shone on her face.

Without a doubt, she was the kind of extraordinarily lovable child who could win over the neighborhood aunties at a glance.

"Rino? That's a lovely name. Would it be all right if I just called you Rino?"

"Of course," Rino said with a smile, hugging Huanyue's leg. She lifted her eyes and called out in an instinctively affectionate voice, "Mommy."

Huanyue froze