The Reverie, second floor, left-side corridor of the Platinum Guest Rooms.
Stelle hummed a cheerful little tune as she walked down the corridor.
Today, she not only rescued Silver Wolf from dire straits, but also gained a master of her own.
Oh—no, not a master.
A personal litter scooper.
Just thinking about going to Sol's place every day to freeload food and drinks, with all sorts of fun things waiting for her, made her want to howl with joy!
"Time isn't moving anymore—it's about time to get some proper rest."
Stelle happily opened the door, ready to recharge herself with a full night's rest for tomorrow's activities.
"Good evening, Stelle."
Kafka sat on the sofa and waved to her.
"Huh?!"
Stelle rubbed her eyes, then immediately walked over and sat beside Kafka, saying happily, "You haven't left yet? I thought I wouldn't even get a chance to say goodbye."
"Mm."
Kafka gently touched Stelle's hand and said softly, "Because of that person's interference, the script has completely gone off the rails. This is a critical node—until everything returns to the proper track, I need to stay here and continue observing."
She looked into Stelle's eyes and asked seriously, "Stelle, can you share half of your room with me?"
"No problem!"
Stelle practically wanted to whistle. She patted her chest and said, "Not only can I share half the room with you, I'll even share half of my dream-induction waterbed!"
Oh heavens—how could her luck be this good today?!
She found a master, opened the door to a whole new world, rescued Silver Wolf, and now Kafka was sneaking into her room at night.
Oh my god… am I really not still in a dream?
"Then thank you."
A hint of warmth flashed through Kafka's eyes.
She's even clingier than before.
"Kafka, I have good news to tell you!"
Stelle grabbed Kafka's hand, looking like a puppy begging for praise.
She didn't know why, but she felt a natural fondness toward Kafka.
Not just from their first meeting at the Herta Space Station, but from some deeper, more profound sense of familiarity.
Maybe… that belonged to another version of her story.
"Mm, then go ahead and tell me."
Kafka propped her cheek with one hand, adopting a curious expression. "I'm also very curious—what kind of good news will Stelle bring me?"
"I have two pieces of good news!"
Stelle puffed out her chest proudly. "I have a master now, and I rescued Silver Wolf!"
"..."
Kafka's expression stiffened slightly, falling silent.
Silver Wolf being rescued was understandable—after all, she hadn't really suffered much. Elio had said Silver Wolf was enjoying herself.
But Stelle—her precious little one—how did she suddenly end up with a master?
Stelle was still a child, so pure, so adorable.
Kafka steadied her emotions and smiled as she said, "Explain it in detail. What exactly happened?"
Whether it was Silver Wolf being rescued or Stelle having a master, neither was particularly good news for her.
Silver Wolf staying with Sol wasn't a problem—she could even gather intelligence there.
But her own child having a master? Just thinking about it made her furious.
"Oh."
Stelle noticed Kafka wasn't very happy. She nodded pitifully and said, "It happened like this. Silver Wolf lost her freedom to Sol, and she was often really down."
"And since I'm close with Sol, I asked him to give me a fifty-percent discount. Then I used half of my freedom to trade Silver Wolf back!"
"That way, I can go to Sol's place every day to eat and have fun, and Silver Wolf can return to the Stellaron Hunters and keep working."
"Ta-da! Aren't those two great pieces of news?!"
Stelle's eyes sparkled as she looked at Kafka, her face full of anticipation for praise.
After her explanation, Kafka would surely understand just how great her contribution was.
Of course, she left out the part about kissing Sol—she couldn't let Kafka know she'd been doing bad things outside!
"So that's how it is."
Kafka finally understood, her mood improving a little.
She had thought her precious little one had been deceived by some scheming, shameless scoundrel.
Turns out, Sol was just playing around with Stelle. Things like a fifty-percent discount or losing half her freedom—verbal deals like that had no binding force at all, at least not on Stelle.
And seeing how happy Stelle was, it didn't seem like a bad thing. She might be naive, but she wasn't stupid—she could still tell who was good and who was bad.
"So? So?!"
Stelle shook Kafka's arm eagerly.
"You did very well."
Kafka smiled and patted Stelle's head. "Then what about Silver Wolf, the one you rescued?"
Since Silver Wolf was already out, she could go talk to her directly and learn more details.
"When I left, she was still saying goodbye to Sparkle."
Stelle thought for a moment. "By now, she should be out too. I'll send her a message."
She took out her phone and opened Silver Wolf's contact.
[Stelle: "Silver Wolf, Silver Wolf! Come to my room quickly! Kafka is here—come over and personally tell her the good news that you can return to the Stellaron Hunters!"]
[Silver Wolf: "(╯﹏╰)..."]
[Stelle: "What's wrong?"]
[Silver Wolf: "Nothing. Tell Kafka that I really like the work environment here with Sol Mercer, so I renewed a ten-year labor contract. If the Stellaron Hunters need me, I'll take some vacation time to help."]
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