"Divination?"
Neon's eyes lit up the moment she heard the word.
Compared to boring shopping trips, telling other people's fortunes was her favorite thing to do.
Every time she told a fortune and saw someone look shocked or awestruck by her prophecy, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
It was a game that brought her even more joy than collecting human organs.
"Yes, yes!"
She agreed without a second thought, then eagerly pulled paper and a pen from her little bag.
"Dad, look how interesting this guy is! He's nothing like those bodyguards you hired. They're all as dull as blocks of wood."
Neon complained to Light Nostrade as she got ready.
Seeing how happy his daughter was, Light Nostrade gave a helpless, doting smile and cast Lin Yan a grateful look.
He knew Lin Yan was helping him out of an awkward situation while also showing his sincerity.
"Mr. Lin Yan, shall we... begin?" Light Nostrade asked tentatively.
Lin Yan nodded and calmly sat on the sofa opposite Neon.
"Then hurry up and tell me your birthday and blood type!"
Neon urged him, her pen poised and ready as she blinked her large eyes at him.
"I don't need to give you those."
Lin Yan shook his head, his tone mild but certain.
"Huh? Why not?"
Neon froze, her pen hovering in midair. "If you don't tell me those things, my 'angel' can't write a prophecy."
This was a restriction on her ability, a rule she had always believed in without question.
Without birth data as an anchor, the course of fate could not appear on paper.
Lin Yan looked at her without immediately explaining.
He understood his unusual circumstances perfectly. As an Otherworldly Visitor who had crossed over in the flesh, his birthday and birth data were