Chapter 171: My Queen, Wait for Me!

Otto finished the sentence, "...Joyce Apocalypse."

Everyone, "..."

"Pfft! Hahaha, I'm dying! Joyce, hahahaha, I can't take it, my stomach hurts from laughing." Fu Shi collapsed into Fu Hua's arms, pounding on her chest while laughing uncontrollably.

If Welt were here, he might've needed ten Star of Eden blasts to feel avenged.

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Kiana was the first to recover, waving her finger as she spoke with logic and reason,

"Aunt Cecilia calls Otto grandpa, and he's Otto's son. By that logic, doesn't Theresa have to call this brat 'dad' or 'uncle'?" Theresa turned her head to look at Kiana, clenched her fist, and said to Fu Hua, "Fu Hua, it seems Kiana has recovered well. Let's continue her training."

"No problem." Fu Hua handed Fu Shi back to Mei, grabbed Kiana, and headed to the training room. It was a good opportunity to stay away from Otto—no one knew what schemes Otto might be plotting.

Fu Shi noticed Otto staring at her and retorted bluntly, "What are you looking at?"

Otto awkwardly averted his gaze and replied, "Nothing."

Fu Shi clenched her fists, feeling an itch to punch Otto's face. "...You're not actually a child, so why are you acting so shy?!"

"Sorry, the young master rarely appears in public and is a bit shy," Rita quietly explained from the side. Having such a troublesome overseer was truly a challenge for her.

"Do you want a cookie?" Fu Shi, holding the remaining cookies in her hand, flashed a mischievous and innocent smile at Otto as she handed him a cookie.

Mei's face changed as she quickly warned, "Wait! That's not edible!"

Otto glanced at Mei, then at the cookie in his hand. After smelling the spicy aroma, he blocked his sense of pain, ate it, and politely thanked Fu Shi.

"Thank you. It's quite tasty." Fu Shi bit her finger, frustrated that she had forgotten Otto's body was made of Soulium, allowing him to freely adjust his senses. What a shame—it was a missed opportunity to see him embarrassed.

Seeing Otto remain unfazed, Mei breathed a sigh of relief and scolded the little Fu Shi in her arms. "Fu Shi, you can't do that again. What if..."

"But nothing happened… sorry." Fu Shi scratched her nose, looking unrepentant, though when she noticed the oppressive aura around Mei, she reluctantly apologized.

"Does your sense of taste have issues too? Want to try some bitter melon juice?" Theresa's eyes lit up, circling Otto as if she'd found a kindred spirit to share bitter melon juice with.

Mei quietly reminded, "Dean, spiciness is a sense of pain, not taste."

Theresa blushed and said, "Ahem, of course, this dean knows that. But what if his taste is also affected?"

Otto smiled at Theresa's prideful demeanor and nodded graciously. "Indeed, my sense of taste is somewhat impaired."

"Really? That's great!"

"I'll make you bitter melon juice that you'll absolutely love!"

Excited, Theresa grabbed Otto's hand and was about to drag him to her office, but Rita blocked the way, apologetically addressing Theresa.

"Apologies, Lady Theresa. I must take the young master back now; otherwise, the Overseer will worry." Disappointed, Theresa released Otto's hand and called out as she watched Rita and Otto's retreating figures, "...Then come back next time, and I'll treat you to bitter melon juice!"

"I'll look forward to it..."

"..." Fu Shi mumbled, "When will Fu Lin come pick me up?"

Jumping out of Mei's arms, Fu Shi watched as Otto was led away, standing there like a child in kindergarten watching their friend get picked up by their parents while they were left behind.

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Speaking of which, on Mount Taixuan, there were a few others waiting in vain.

Wutong sighed, "Sister Sakura, do you think Master doesn't want us anymore?"

Yae Sakura remained silent.

Wutong continued, "And who knows where Sirin went…"

"Miss me already☆?" At that moment, a purple-haired, golden-eyed Sirin descended from the sky, followed by a silver-haired, blue-eyed girl.

"Is that... Sirin?" Yae Sakura and Wutong stared in surprise at Sirin's transformed appearance. If not for her familiar tone, they might not have recognized her.

Sirin crossed her arms, clearly pleased with their expressions, and let out a smug laugh. "Hmm-hmm☆."

"This is Sirin's original form? She looks a lot like her big brother!" Wutong's eyes widened. If she'd had doubts before about Sirin and Fu Lin being siblings, she now fully believed it.

Sirin turned and pushed Bella forward, introducing her with a pout. "This is Bella, my most... important partner."

Bella's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. Just as she was about to leap into Sirin's arms, Sirin stopped her with one hand. Bella looked at her in confusion. "My Queen…"

Sirin said disdainfully, "Your horns are too hard..."

Bella froze like a statue.

Grasping her horns, Bella's eyes filled with resolve. "I understand… I'll remove my horns immediately!"

"You idiot! I worked so hard to heal you!" Sirin knocked Bella on the head, speechless as she silently wondered to herself, "Why does this Bella seem so silly? Could I have accidentally damaged her brain while healing her?"

Bella squatted on the ground, drawing circles with a stick as she muttered, "I understand, My Queen…"

After a moment of reflection, Bella seemed to have an epiphany. Standing up, she shouted with newfound vigor, "Why are there three more Queenly auras in this world?"

"Four Queens, four times the joy! ...Huh? Where's My Queen?"

Wutong pointed to a glowing dot in the sky, her mouth twitching. "You launched her into the air…"

Bella looked up in alarm and flew after Sirin. "My Queen, wait for me!"

Moments earlier, Sirin, feeling guilty about her harsh words, had intended to comfort Bella. But just as she stepped forward, Bella had suddenly stood up, sending Sirin flying with the force of her excitement.