"What are you two sneaking around for?"
Su Ran suddenly pushed open the window, startling March 7th and Stelle, who had been trying to spy from outside.
Caught completely off guard, the two of them lost their balance and fell straight down.
This was the second floor.
A fall from this height...
Hopefully, someone got hurt.
"Huh?"
"Why doesn't it hurt?"
March 7th patted herself all over.
There wasn't any of the pain she'd expected.
"It... hurts..."
A miserable groan came from beneath her.
Stelle lay on the ground with a pained expression, one hand stretched weakly toward the front door.
She wasn't a guy.
She didn't need a beautiful girl's "close contact."
So why did she have to suffer like this?
"Are you okay?"
March hurriedly climbed off and helped Stelle up.
This wasn't something to joke about.
Falling from the second floor would hurt anyone.
And if another person fell on top of you afterward...that was double the damage.
"...March."
"You should lose some weight."
That impact had nearly knocked last night's feast back out of Stelle.
Even after March pulled her up, her legs were still trembling.
"I'm not that heavy!"
"And besides..."
"You can't blame me for all of it!"
Who would've expected Su Ran to suddenly throw open the window and scare them like that?
She'd been startled too!
"So..."
"You're saying it's my fault?"
Leaning on the windowsill, Su Ran looked down at the two living comedy acts below.
"Hehe..."
March scratched the back of her head awkwardly.
They'd been caught red-handed.
There was no denying it now.
"Um..."
"Stelle and I were only worried about your safety!"
"We definitely weren't trying to spy on you in an embarrassing situation!"
She hurriedly tried to explain herself.
Meanwhile, Stelle looked at March with the sort of expression reserved for someone in desperate need of help.
...Didn't you just admit everything?
March... you absolute teammate from hell.
Feeling the resentful stare beside her, March finally realized what she'd just said.
Without another word, she squatted on the ground, covered her face with both hands, and gave up on life.
No matter how you looked at it, she couldn't show her face anymore.
She'd managed to outsmart herself.
She used to laugh while watching dramas, thinking, "Who would confess on their own like that?"
Now...
karma had come back at lightning speed.
"Spy on me?"
Su Ran looked at the utterly mortified March, then at the speechless Stelle.
"Even if you wanted to spy..."
"...don't you think you came a little late?"
"It's already daytime."
"Tingyun left for work a while ago."
"So what exactly were you planning to spy on?"
These two really were far too innocent.
Did they seriously believe that Tingyun had taken him home last night solely for revenge?
Perhaps revenge had been part of it.
But it certainly hadn't been her real goal.
Maybe...her version of revenge was giving him enough children to field an entire soccer team.
Though that wouldn't exactly trouble him.
Leaving aside all the "tolls" he'd collected,
Herta's money alone
was enough to raise plenty of children.
So, Tingyun had simply used the opportunity to accomplish something she'd never dared dream about before.
"So we really were too late..."
"It's all General Jing Yuan's fault!"
The moment she heard everything was already over, March became thoroughly depressed.
If they hadn't asked around that morning to find out where Tingyun lived, they'd probably still be searching in the wrong direction.
Now...everything was long over.
"We should go beat him up!"
Stelle clenched her fists, already deciding on revenge.
An entire night!
She and March had searched all night.
They'd almost gotten lost.
The Luofu didn't look particularly large from the outside, but thanks to its spatial technology, its interior was practically the size of a planet.
"Huh?"
"Just the two of us?"
March looked at Stelle
with the exact same concerned expression Stelle had given her earlier.
That was General Jing Yuan.
An Emanator of the Hunt.
The two of them were supposed to fight him?
Even if the Divine Foresight was primarily a strategist, he still had the Lightning-Lord.
The two of them probably couldn't even beat Yanqing.
"How do you know if we don't try?"
"Yanqing calls me Teacher."
"So if you round things up, I'm on the same level as Jing Yuan!"
"And we're best friends."
"Two against one."
"The advantage is ours!"
Stelle enthusiastically waved her arms around.
If she'd been holding her baseball bat, the speech probably would've sounded even more convincing.
"...Is..."
"...is that really how math works?"
March felt her brain shutting down.
Who calculated combat strength like that?
Had Stelle forgotten how little they themselves had contributed
during the battle against Phantylia?
"If all else fails..."
"We'll bring Mr. Yang!"
"Mr. Yang would never go along with something this ridiculous!"
What even was this conversation anymore?
Stelle fell silent, carefully considering Welt's personality.
After deciding he really wouldn't indulge this nonsense, she looked up toward Su Ran at the window.
"Dad!"
"Please lend me your strength!"
She might not have much combat power herself.
But fortunately, she had an absurdly overpowered father.
At home, you relied on your parents.
Outside, you also relied on your parents.
Mom Kafka was a wanted criminal, so she wasn't exactly someone you could proudly show off.
But Dad Su Ran?
He was an Emanator of Erudition.
No matter where in the universe you went, that was top-tier status.
"He won't indulge your nonsense either..."
March sighed.
"Sure."
"You hea— Wait."
"What did you just say?"
March had been about to persuade Stelle to give up.
Then Su Ran's answer registered.
...Wait a second.
They'd only been joking.
He wasn't actually planning to help them get revenge on General Jing Yuan...was he?
"Haha!"
"Dad already agreed!"
"Now General Jing Yuan is definitely in for it!"
Stelle planted her hands on her hips triumphantly.
There was no way she was letting go of last night's grudge.
She'd even sacrificed her gaming time
to go searching.
Only to be tricked.
If she didn't get revenge, she'd never swallow that humiliation.
She wouldn't even be able to die in peace!
"Why are you encouraging her now?"
March sighed helplessly.
This father and daughter...
They really were father and daughter, weren't they?
"March."
"If you're scared..."
"...just stand behind me."
"Then what about you?"
For a brief moment, March was genuinely touched.
As expected of her best friend.
"I'll stand behind Dad!"
March: "..."
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