Going on an ooting, going on an ooting, la la la la

"Then, when Father and Mother get married and put on their rings, Father will pull the pin on a land mine, get down on one knee as it explodes, and lovingly..."

Richie told the story with vivid expressions and perfectly matched gestures. Twilight couldn't help stopping him. "Wait, wait, wait."

Richie obediently shut his mouth, looking perfectly innocent. "Father, hehe."

Beside them, Yor couldn't contain herself and covered her mouth as she giggled.

Twilight switched to another interviewee. "Now, as Richie and Anya's mother, could you tell us what deeply considered reasons you have for enrolling your children at our academy?"

Yor immediately grew nervous. "Present!"

"Reasons for dying? Um... dying... death..."

"Like cardiopulmonary arrest or excessive blood loss?" Yor asked, looking rather adorably clueless as her assassin's instincts kicked in.

Anya wore the classic shocked expression of a spectator who'd just stumbled upon some juicy drama.

Richie's entire little body slumped against the backrest, sinking into the sofa as he watched the show with excitement.

"Or multiple fractures and a depressed skull? Is that what you mean?" Yor continued.

Twilight's expression didn't change. "Let me ask another question. As Anya and Richie's mother, what is your approach to educating them?"

Yor hadn't expected a question like that and had no confidence whatsoever. "Uh... well..."

After much hesitation and stammering, Yor managed to get out a phrase. "Strike first."

Hearing that, Richie suddenly perked up. "Striking first equals acupuncture therapy."

Yor, Twilight, and Anya all froze briefly, then turned toward Richie in unison.

Twilight was the first to recover. "Miss Yor, children always say strange things. You get used to it."

Yor nodded in bewilderment. She thought Richie was right. Striking first really was acupuncture therapy.

Twilight sighed inwardly. Thank goodness she didn't teach her little brother to be like this!

Then Richie abruptly added, "Strike first, or take the hit."

Faced with this scene, Twilight simply couldn't keep playing the cold, merciless judge. He couldn't stop grumbling inwardly. I've been a spy for over ten years and completed countless missions. Am I really going to lose confidence today?

Twilight took off his glasses and turned away, his expression forlorn and his back radiating sorrow. We're doomed. There's no way we'll pass the interview like this. We should give up on enrollment!

Is it still possible to find another wife? Sigh...

Yor instantly grew anxious. "Mr. Loid, please hurry and remember your late wife's last wish."

Yor's voice was strong and clear, her gentle words carrying a note of resolve.

Twilight restored his easily restyled hair to its original shape. Is it still too early to hold a practice interview?

Almost instantly, Twilight adjusted his mood, faced reality, and devised a response in his head. "All right, let's go out!"

Even Yor was surprised by how quickly Twilight bounced back.

Anya's eyes lit up. An ooting! She loved ootings more than anything.

Richie, however, was rather reluctant. He wanted his bed. He wanted to flop onto his comfortable sofa.

"First, let's broaden our horizons and learn the basic knowledge expected of an upper-class family. Then we can build a shared understanding among the four of us!" Twilight told the three of them in a relaxed tone.

Cars passed back and forth along the bustling yet quiet street, creating a warm, harmonious scene.

"Going on an ooting, going on an ooting, la la la la." Anya moved with exaggerated, adorable gestures.

Richie copied her in his sweet little baby voice. "Going on an ooting, going on an ooting, la la la la."

"It's 'outing'!" Twilight, ever the dad, couldn't resist correcting them.

Anya walked up to Yor. "Mother, do you want to hold hands?"

Yor was overwhelmed by the unexpected affection and delighted. "Yes, as long as you want to."

Papa Twilight couldn't help reflecting inwardly, At least Anya seems to like her.

Richie took the opportunity to avoid walking and lounge instead. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out both arms. "Father, uppies! (￣︶￣*))"

Twilight bent slightly and scooped Richie into the crook of his arm.

Richie squirmed around in Twilight's arms, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to rest.

Twilight planned things out in his head. He had to give them the air of an upper-class family in just one day.

Yor's heart was practically melting at how adorable Anya was:

Wow... this reminds me of how cute my little brother was when he was small. Once, I hugged him really tightly, and I think I broke two of his ribs! I'd better be careful.

Reading Yor's mind, Anya lost all control of her expression. Her jaw hung open as though it had been dislocated. She immediately let go of Yor's hand and hid in the shadows of a flower bed nearby.

Twilight reflected inwardly, Looks like Anya doesn't like her that much after all.

Richie lay draped over Twilight's shoulder, desperately covering his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud. He was holding it in so hard that tears nearly came out.

The doctor probably couldn't have figured out how Yuri had injured his ribs no matter how hard he tried.

Anya crouched on the ground, clutching her little hands. She'd nearly lost one of them.

Anya's hands: This was a life-or-death match.

Yuri's ribs: This round was a god-slaying match.

Yor didn't understand Anya's reaction. Seeing Anya leave her, she sighed deeply, visible anguish spreading across her face as she even let out a sob.

Still carrying Richie, Twilight hurried over to comfort Yor. "Thanks to my work, I have some connections who can get us tickets."

Inside the opera house, they were performing the fourth movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, "Choral."

I~ can't~ buy~ Jin~ Ke~ La~ A~ va~ da~ Ke~ melon~ rind~ I~ ta~ ly~ Syd~ ney~

Eden Academy placed great importance on tradition and good breeding, so they needed to deepen their refinement through regular exposure to upper-class activities, lest they give themselves away in unexpected situations.

To Twilight's left, Anya lay slumped in her seat, drool streaming steadily from the corner of her mouth. Her even breathing was perfectly rhythmic, just like you in class.

To Twilight's right, Richie was slumped in his seat too. He wasn't drooling, but every so often, his teeth ground together with a little creak.

How could they possibly sleep at their age? Get up and study!

One on either side. Elegant, elegant-truly elegant.

Only Twilight sat with his arms folded, listening all by himself.

Listening to the music had Yor breaking out in a cold sweat, her face clouded with dismay and her CPU practically smoking.

Inside the art museum: "Richie, Anya, don't speak loudly in here, okay?"

Twilight bent down and spoke gently to the two children, his tone affectionate.

After upper-class music came exposure to upper-class art, and so on.

Anya pointed at a painting. "Father, nakey! Nakey!"

Richie stood before another painting. "Father, it's your favorite-uncensored!"

Twilight did his utmost to maintain his gentlemanly elegance.

Anya happily added, "Father, that head's flying off! That body's flying off!"

What elegant wording. Elegant-truly elegant!

Twilight stressed once more, "No speaking loudly in here."

After reminding Anya, Twilight turned and saw Yor standing before a painting, gazing at it in fascination.

Everyone gathered around, wanting to see what Yor was looking at.