There was no doubt that Bai Heng was not a lolicon.
But that did not stop him from liking sensible little girls like Clara.
That night, he stayed in the empty manor, naturally giving him the chance to spend time with the little girl up close.
Over that time, he discovered that Clara's mental age might have been far older than she looked.
The mechanical electric lamp he had given Old Blue earlier seemed to have been made by her own hands.
Even the damaged automatons nearby were repaired by her alone.
Looking at the little girl, Bai Heng even found himself thinking about having a little daughter sooner rather than later.
In the lamplit living room, Clara was barefoot, kneeling on one knee before a pile of parts as she carefully sorted through the components she had scavenged.
Bai Heng lounged on the sofa with his legs crossed, his fingers resting on a hovering screen.
While Clara worked intently with a screwdriver in hand, Bai Heng browsed through the information he had just obtained from Svarog.
Only after Clara let out a relieved breath and set down her screwdriver did Bai Heng casually ask,
"Clara, can I ask you a question?"
"Hm?" Clara raised her fair, smooth forehead. "What does Big Brother want to ask?"
Bai Heng briefly recounted the contents of Topaz's document.
He wanted to know what handing Belobog's future over to the company meant for a child.
"Handing Belobog's future over to the company..." Clara's voice grew heavy. "Actually, Sister March and Sister Stelle discussed this question with me during the day."
March? Stelle? What a coincidence.
Bai Heng was initially surprised, but then he remembered that it was perfectly normal for the Astral Express to know someone like Svarog, the true authority of the Underworld.