Chapter 186: Pajama Spotlight
Location: Mitik's rental shop. Seraph tries to explain that he's not a stalker.
Media pretends to think. "I asked the staff about the situation and they followed me. Don't think you can escape. If you do anything unusual, you'll be considered an enemy."
Seraph nodded without saying a word.
Media's brows furrowed. "And what about the answer? You just nodded. You mean I understand. Do you agree?"
"Yes, I accept the terms."
Media pointed at Seraph. "What did you say? Tell me again?"
"Yes, I accept the terms."
Media hugged her. "You said you agreed, but you didn't accept the terms. Do you see me as a playmate? "
Seraph was beginning to get a little angry. [This child's perception is so strange.]
Seraph bowed his head in apology. "Sorry. You can lead the way."
Media turned to the cat doll. "It can't be helped. We seem to be speaking different languages."
Media walked to the door and opened it.
Media held a cat doll with her, her eyes fixed on Seraph.
"Follow me. We'll go find the staff."
Seraph looked up, looking at Medea's outfit.
It was a very unconventional fashion. You're going down there in this outfit?
[You're going down there in this outfit? And I have to follow you. It's more noticeable. With a doll in hand, I'll be called a little chicken.]
"Your ladyship, are you going out dressed like this?"
Media looked down at her nightgown. "Do you want me to go down there naked?" I really want to die, but I won't tell you.
The panda doll began to grab the sword, ready to slash Seraph.
Seraph raised his hands hastily, both hands spread out. "The dress is beautiful. It's perfect for the princess."
"Are you saying that my dress isn't as beautiful as my skin? I'll say that it's more suitable for my skin to show off to the world. Okay, I'll take care of it."
Seraph bowed his head in apology. "Sorry." [Forget it. I'll just keep doing this gesture. Too lazy to argue with this person.]
Medea walked out the door. "Can't help it. Go ask the staff first. You're saved. Someone just joked with me and I'm still alive."
Seraph bowed his head in apology again, saying, "Sorry."
Medea stood in front of the door. "Follow me."
Medea walked straight up the stairs.
Seraph followed Medea. Her scent was like some kind of flower, mysterious but fragrant.
Seraph took several steps away from Medea.
Seraph followed Medea down the stairs. The sound of the wooden floor was minimal, as she was very strong.
Later, Medea descended to the first floor. The ground floor was a clothing store. It was mid-range, with clothes not particularly expensive.
Two receptionists were standing there, directing customers into the store.
Media walked down and looked towards the cashier. There was a third woman sitting at the cashier, waiting to pay.
Media stopped in front of the woman.
The woman was counting her money with a smile on her face.
The woman put down the money and looked at Medea.
"Is something wrong?"
Media pointed her thumb behind her, pointing at Seraph.
"This guy, explain it to me. "Explain something to me."
Seraph went silent, confused as to what to do. He had rented a room from a bar.
But this was a clothing store. The woman in front of him couldn't possibly recognize him.
If she did, that would be unusually suspicious.
[What would it mean to ask this person?]
Seraph walked up to the cashier. "Room number 12 on the third floor collapsed, and I just moved in, causing it to fall onto this lady's room number 6.
I just moved in a short time ago, renting from Mitik Bar, but the room collapsed because of that.
Could you please explain that I'm not a stalker?"
The woman nodded, her face full of shock when she heard this.
"What? Room number 12 on the twelfth floor collapsed onto room number 6? Is that true?!"
The woman stood up quickly, as if bouncing up.
Her eyes were frantic, wondering what to do.
The young woman nodded. "I'll be right back. So, can you wait here? We'll prepare a special room for...?"
The young woman looked at Medea and Seraph, who were walking down together. "For you two. But, is something going on between you two?"
Medea thought hurriedly. "It's nothing. I brought compensation. I wanted to say that, but let's make it a special room like you said."
The young woman nodded. "I understand. A special room for two."
The young woman hurriedly ran to the second floor, leaving Seraph standing with Medea.
[Don't go yet. Let's finish this conversation with this kid!?]
Seraph turned to look at Medea, who was staring at Seraph's face.
"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning that you were a stalker? I could have executed you then.
What a waste of energy walking down here.
Sigh... I'm really tired of you!"
Medea sighed, exhausted.
Seraph, who had a calm heart, sighed as well. [It's more me. I'm really tired of you. We're talking in different directions.]
"Wait a minute. The room I rented isn't from this restaurant, but from another one. Can you follow me?"
Seraph bowed his head, imploring, "Come with me."
Medea looked at the cat doll in her hand. "Big Cat, what do we do? Should we settle this here?"
The cat doll shook his head.
Medea nodded obediently. "Okay, okay. It seems my big cat is willing to let you go. What about this restaurant?
Before I die, I'll treat you to a meal, but it has to be cheap, because I need money for more important matters."
"Thank you. The Mitik Bar?"
"Should I just slaughter him? Letting a kid like me get involved in something like that is not right. You know what law says..."
Medea held her chin slightly. "Yes, yes. Children under the age of...?"
Never mind. Age doesn't matter. But children aren't allowed in that kind of restaurant. That's what the dragon brother told me.
Seraph's eyebrows twitched slightly at the strange answer.
"No, it's a restaurant that serves alcohol. It's that kind of place."
Media pretended to think. "I understand. I understand. I want to get drunk before I die."
Media covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back tears.
But no matter how hard she tried, the tears wouldn't come out.
"Life is so cruel. A child this young to die. The world is so cruel.
Don't worry, I'll bury you while you're drunk. Trust me.
With my mother's honor, I'll bury you beautifully."
Seraph saw Medea's feet, wearing bear slippers and house slippers, with a soft cloth.
[Yes, how cruel, you are.]
Media removed her hand from her mouth. "Please lead the way. Any kind of restaurant will do. Choose carefully. It's not nighttime yet, so there shouldn't be any drunk people there."
Seraph bowed his head slightly. Walking ahead of Medea.
Medea followed Seraph, not far behind.
Medea walked out of the clothing store. Many eyes were on Medea.
Dressed in pajamas, she walked down the street. She was already beautiful to begin with.
But her attire attracted a lot of attention.
Medea knew people were looking at her. "Huh...! Why are people looking at me? I don't think I'm doing anything suspicious.
No, no, no. It's because of my adorable face that people are paying attention."
Medea waved to greet passersby.
Conversations erupted from each corner.
"So pretty! Is that a real girl?"
"Yes, yes. Look at her beautiful face."
"Are you trying to attract attention?"
"I think so too."
"Looking is already a big deal, but when you add to the outfit, it makes it even more so."
"Where are you going with the doll?"
Medea hadn't been walking long, waving her hand, basking in her own glory.
"It can't be helped. I'm so cute! I think I need to take some beauty pills!
Seraph stopped in front of Mitik Restaurant.
The restaurant was lined with people from the Lanna Sect.
Seraph walked into Mitik Restaurant.
As soon as he took one step in,
everyone's gaze was fixed on him.
But not Seraph, but on Medea, who was standing behind Seraph.
And then, after all these events, Seraph became the center of attention. Thanks to Medea,
[Thank you. I thought I'd leave this village without being noticed.
My smooth-sailing plan was ruined by you alone.
Thank you.
What a wonderful gift this encounter is.
I have to find a way to resolve this situation. I'm not in the spotlight right now. Just stay in the spotlight. Seraph, you can do it. A comfortable life awaits you.]
Seraph encouraged himself to overcome the crisis. In a few minutes, there was a chance it would happen.