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Kenta navigated the bustling crowds of the Administrative Plaza.
The fragmented dreams of his past life as the "Carefree Wanderer" still echoed in his mind, and he knew he needed to corner Dan Heng for some straight answers. However, between the victory banquet and the sheer scale of the plaza, finding a specific "Cold-Faced Little Green Dragon" was proving impossible.
"Where is that Trailblazing Squad making their fortune now?" he muttered.
But before he could locate the Express crew, Kenta spotted a familiar purple silhouette tucked away in a shadowed corner of the festivities.
"Is that—Seele? Why is she sitting all by herself?"
Kenta felt a pang of concern. Usually, Seele was either at Bronya's side or in the thick of a celebration. He immediately began weaving through the crowd toward her.
At this moment, Seele's mood was in the gutter. To her, the bright lights and happy cheers felt like a personal insult. Her brow was a permanent knot of vexation, her lips pressed into a thin, white line. She clutched a wine glass as if she intended to crush the stem, drinking with a desperate intensity.
The expensive steak in front of her—a delicacy of the Upper District—was being subjected to a brutal interrogation. Her fork was less a utensil and more a merciless rapier, stabbing the meat repeatedly as a vent for her resentment. Juices splattered across the tablecloth, a silent lament for the innocent meal.
"What's wrong? Why are you drinking in the dark?"
The voice came from directly behind her. Tipsy from the high-proof Belobog wine, Seele didn't immediately recognize the baritone. She subconsciously assumed it was another Upper District "gentleman" trying to flirt with the exotic girl from the Underworld. After all, her reputation as the "Butterfly of Wildfire" hadn't reached the ears of every pampered socialite yet, and her valiant, fierce beauty was a rare sight above ground.
She waved her hand dismissively, not even looking back. "Don't bother me. Go away. The farther, the better!"
Kenta's mouth twitched. Seriously, why is she so furious today? He pulled out the heavy chair next to her and sat down with a purposeful thump.
"Who made you angry this time?" he asked patiently.
Seele, already at her limit, exploded. She slammed her palm onto the table, rattling the silverware, and began her tirade before her eyes even landed on him.
"Can't you understand human—wait, Kenta?"
The insults died in her throat. Kenta was sitting there, offering a small, knowing smile.
"What? Are you still going to tell me to leave?"
He expected a blush or a stuttered apology. Instead, Seele's expression turned glacially cold. She set her glass down with a sharp clack, stood up, and walked away without a single word.
"???"
Kenta sat in stunned silence. WTF? "Very well, woman," Kenta whispered in a mock-dramatic CEO voice, "you have successfully captured my attention."
He stood up and gave chase. When Seele realized he was following, she quickened her pace, her boots clicking rapidly against the cobblestones as she ducked into the less-populated side streets of the Administrative District.
Kenta realized then that this wasn't her usual tsundere act. Normally, if they bickered, Kenta just had to offer a small peace offering and she'd find an excuse to back down. This silence was deeper. It was wounded.
He broke into a jog, finally catching up in a secluded alleyway near the city walls. He reached out and grabbed her hand. Seele's body trembled at the contact, but she kept her back to him.
"Let go," she said, her voice trembling with a coldness he had never heard.
"You at least have to tell me what happened," Kenta said, dropping the playfulness. He was genuinely earnest now.
That was the breaking point. Seele whipped around, tears shimmering in the corners of her eyes, her face flushed with a mix of wine and pure, unadulterated heartbreak.
"What is there left to say?! Didn't you have a child with Serval?! Aren't you going to marry her?!"
Her voice echoed off the stone walls, growing more agitated with every word. Luckily, the alley was deserted.
"Why did you come looking for me?! To comfort me? To pity me? I'm telling you, Kenta! If you've made your choice, then be a man and take responsibility! Stay far away from... from all the girls who like you!"
She finished in a sob, her breath hitching. She knew she had no "official" claim on him, but between the alcohol and the weeks of suppressed longing, the dam had burst.
Kenta stared at her for a second... and then he started to laugh.
Seele's grief instantly flipped back to rage. "What are you laughing at! You—!"
"Hold on, hold on!" Kenta gasped, waving his hands. "Seele, listen to me. That was a lie. Serval and I concocted that whole 'pregnancy' story just to mess with Gepard so he'd let us through the restricted zone."
Seele froze. The world seemed to stop spinning. "What... did you say?"
"I said, Serval and I do not have a child. We aren't getting married. There is absolutely nothing going on between us."
As Kenta expected, Seele's "CPU" completely overloaded. She stood there, frozen, her brain trying to reconcile the week of agony with this sudden revelation. Kenta chuckled, waiting for the inevitable: he figured she'd cover her face in a bright red blush and run away in about five seconds.
He underestimated the alcohol. And he underestimated her heart.
Suddenly, Seele lunged. She moved with the speed of her quantum teleportation, her lips crashing into Kenta's before he could even blink.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down. Her technique was clumsy, raw, and desperate—less of a refined kiss and more of a savage attempt to claim him, her teeth occasionally nipping at his lips in her domineering frenzy.
"Mmm..."
Kenta's hands found her waist, pulling her closer. He tasted the lingering, sweet heat of the wine on her breath. A sharp sting at the corner of his lip was quickly followed by a rush of adrenaline. He didn't know how long they stayed like that—a minute, two, or a lifetime.
Finally, Seele broke the kiss, gasping for air, her chest heaving. But before Kenta could get a single word out, she seized his mouth again, even more forcefully than before. She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her entire weight against him until Kenta was forced back, his shoulders hitting the cold stone of a nearby building.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally let go. Her head fell forward, burying itself in the crook of Kenta's neck. She went perfectly still.
Kenta took a deep, ragged breath. He looked down at the girl nestled against him and whispered cautiously, "Seele? You're pretty drunk. Let's get you home, okay?"
"..."
"Seele? You okay?"
"Z Z Z~"
The combination of the emotional release and the alcohol had finally claimed her. She was fast asleep.
Kenta: "..."
"Seriously? Do you have any idea how worked up you just got me?"
He sighed, shaking his head at the sleeping "Butterfly." He hoisted her onto his back, adjusting her weight, and began the long walk toward the cable car to the Underworld.
Meanwhile, back in the Administrative Plaza.
Bronya, having finished her official duties as Supreme Guardian, looked around the thinning crowd with a puzzled expression.
"Strange... Seele said she would wait for me here. Where could she have gone?"
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