Watching Talulah happily cleaning the patterns off her tail, the other two sat aside eating dessert, watching Talulah wash herself layer by layer like a snake shedding its skin.
Looking at this scene, Lemuen couldn't help but marvel at the miraculous sight. No wonder this big sister felt her tail had gotten significantly heavier yesterday; just how many layers had Jeanne painted on there?
By now, Talulah had washed away five layers of patterns, and the design had shifted from "My Little Pony" into something resembling an abstract monster. Looking at the situation, it would take at least another five or six layers to get it completely clean.
"Are you creating art on her tail, or did you think the weather was getting cold and decided to make her tail a suit of clothes? This level can no longer be described as 'creation'!"
Watching the scene before her, Lemuen felt as if her three views had been destroyed by some powerful force and then reconstructed. Right now, she felt the most important thing she should do was write a diary to record Jeanne's various god-tier operations that were beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and then find the Laterano Bureau of Culture to publish a book titled Lemuen's Saint Observation Diary.
At that time, surely her parents would be very happy? She, Lemuen, would become the person with the highest family status! The old couple's biggest dream had always been for their children to achieve something in the field of literature.
Unfortunately, neither Lemuen nor her mischievous younger sister, Exusiai, had the temperament to sit down and create steadily; they preferred things of the explosive variety.
"Jeanne, what do you think would happen if I started writing a diary now? I'd become the person with the highest literary accomplishment among us..."
Lemuen had already fallen into a daydream where she successfully released her work, held book signings, and made a fortune to buy new guns. A bright future was waving at her!
"Write a diary? Who among 'decent' people writes a diary? Most of the things written in diaries are just lies."
Jeanne looked at Lemuen and her sudden whim. How did this girl suddenly think of writing a book? But then again, considering this sister's constantly flying thoughts, it wasn't strange. This was actually her most normal idea in days.
"Besides, don't we already have a man of letters in our team in Talulah? The letters she writes to her sister could fill a book called Letters from Talulah's Home. Alina has already been secretly organizing them, intending to publish them in Lungmen."
"True, what decent person writes a diary? I don't have the habit of keeping one either. When I was a kid, I spent so much effort making up nonsense just to fool my teachers."
Lemuen recalled the utterly ridiculous diaries she wrote as a child; the contents were practically from another world. In those stories, her parents fell from great heights no less than five times. She even wrote one where her sister had a fever of 190 degrees, and the whole family used her as a stove to have a barbecue...
However, she still couldn't compare to her younger sister in this regard. That child's literary works were all based on reality. Specifically, her essay On How to Place Bombs to More Thoroughly Level a School had drawn the attention of every teacher in the school.
"Since when did Alina start collecting my letters? And she wants to publish them in Lungmen? I remember I hid all those letters in the cracks of my room's wall! How did you guys find them?"
In the bathroom, Talulah, who was working hard to clean her tail, poked her head out with a look of obvious panic on her face. Had she just heard something terrifying? Her hidden letters were in their hands?
But her letters to her sister were hidden so well! Jeanne aside, how did Alina find them?
"The letters you wrote could have wallpapered your entire room. Do you really think a tiny wall crack could hold that many? Did you forget how the wind used to whistle through that wall?"
Jeanne spoke to Talulah irritably. Back then, this girl had a habit of hiding letters in the wall cracks, and the result was that in the dead of winter, the room was draftier and colder than the outside. Now, while she had restrained the habit slightly, she still did it occasionally—the result being she forgot about the letters she'd hidden...
"I'm definitely asking Alina about this when I get back! You better not do anything like this when you go to Lungmen. Don't you dare take those letters to Lungmen."
Talulah felt she needed to clean her troublesome tail quickly and then check if Jeanne was secretly carrying letters to her sister. If Ch'en saw the contents of those letters, Talulah might never have the courage to face her sister again for the rest of her life. At that point, it would be better not to return to Lungmen at all.
Watching Talulah struggle with her tail, the other two looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.
"Is there something seriously wrong with the car? I vaguely remember you saying something about the Raythean Industry people scamming you?"
Jeanne, recalling her half-asleep state earlier, asked Lemuen about the vehicle.
"Nothing much. They said there were burn marks inside the car, and the dents on the shell were our responsibility, so all repairs had to be paid out of pocket... Scammers!"
At the thought of the after-sales manager's face, Lemuen's mood shifted from clear skies to dark clouds. It was as if her favorite mousse didn't even taste good anymore.
"Burn marks... that was probably Talulah's subconscious doing. And the dents were caused by us, right? Asking us to pay for it ourselves doesn't exactly make them scammers, does it?"
Jeanne thought about how the car had only been in their hands for a few days and already needed so many repairs; she felt truly sorry for such an expensive vehicle.
"That's not it! That car was insured before it was handed over to us! The insurance at the time said that for this level of damage, we enjoy free maintenance services!"
Lemuen immediately countered. Jeanne didn't know the details, but Lemuen had known them since she took over the car. "This car is under a Raythean Industry 'Super-Tier Client' contract, so all these potential problems are covered."
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Lemuen balled her fists and said:
"That supervisor saw that I wasn't dressed like a tycoon and that I was young. Since the car owner is you and not me, he thought I was some unlucky brat who secretly drove a friend's car and got into trouble. He tried to scare me into paying up."
Lemuen's expression said 'Who do you think you're looking down on?' She was a rich woman with six guns now! If it weren't for the city's ban on firearms, she would have definitely given that scammer a "lesson."
"Anyway, the result was good. That scammer didn't get any advantage, right? Don't let yourself get angry over such a small thing."
Looking at the indignant Lemuen, Jeanne could only advise the Angel to stay calm. Impulse is for the Sarkaz!
"I don't care about that; they handled it in the end anyway. I just feel like I forgot something around this time... something very important..."
Lemuen racked her brain trying to remember what she had forgotten, but it remained on the tip of her tongue. After a moment, she accidentally brushed against her pocket and pulled out a paper bag. Upon seeing the contents, she had an epiphany:
"I remember now! The paperwork we need for Lungmen has been handled by Laterano. They said the Pope arranged for a few helpers in Lungmen. The contact person's codename is... Shimmering Vigil!"