After finishing the meal, Lucian Blue took Eve Nightburn back to the hotel.
After closing the door, Lucian found a chair and sat down.
Eve, on the other hand, went straight to the bed, ready to get some proper rest.
Then, Eve sat on the bed waiting for what felt like ages…
Watching Lucian sitting in the chair, Eve couldn’t take it anymore: “Why are you still here, huh?”
Lucian was momentarily stunned by the question—was he really that unwelcome? Just got back and already being kicked out by this little princess?
Scratching his head, Lucian asked, “Why should I leave?”
Upon hearing this shameless remark, Eve’s face instantly turned red.
She snatched up a large pillow nearby and hurled it at Lucian!
“What kind of man just watches a girl sleep like that?”
“Whoa, whoa!” Lucian didn’t react in time and was hit square by the pillow, completely dazed.
Fortunately, the hotel pillow was cotton-filled, so the impact didn’t hurt much—otherwise, he might’ve had to file for workers’ compensation with the Country.
Lucian picked up the pillow from the floor and dusted it off.
Then, he thought for a moment, trying to salvage some dignity, and suddenly seized on a tricky angle: “Didn’t you say you were a Muscle Man? What’s the problem with a guy watching another guy?”
“Huh?” The question momentarily stumped Eve. The tuft of hair atop her head seemed to form a giant question mark, mirroring her own confusion as she muttered, “Well… I guess there’s no problem?”
Right, she was supposed to be a Muscle Man—why would she feel shy around a guy?
It felt so weird…
But she couldn’t pinpoint why…
In the end, Eve resorted to her signature move—giving up on thinking: “No, no, no! I just feel uncomfortable being stared at by you!”
With that, Eve sprang up!
Thud!
Moments later, Lucian was kicked out of the Room by Eve.
“This girl’s got monstrous strength…”
Lucian leaned against the wall, struggling to stand while gingerly rubbing his backside.
“Oww! Pain, pain, pain! This counts as workers’ comp—definitely counts as workers’ comp!”
Lucian had come to realize that the little princess’s combat ability was entirely dictated by her emotions. When calm, she was gentle as a lamb, but once agitated, she was fiercer than anyone!
Right then, Lucian profoundly understood The Syndicate’s directive: Do not let her emotions escalate.
Leaning against the wall, he shakily pulled out his phone with his other hand, opened the notes app, and typed out his report: Eve Nightburn’s danger level is directly proportional to her emotional intensity.
“Ah,” Lucian sighed after finishing the note. “I originally wanted to share some good news with Little Loli. Guess I’ll have to wait till she wakes up now.”
Exiting the notes app, he dialed a number.
Ring—ring—hello?
After two rings, the call connected. Lucian hurriedly responded, afraid the person might hang up: “Nina White! C-Could you bring some bruise medicine for me? Thanks!”
At that moment, Nina was picking out clothes for Eve at a mall. Hearing Mr. Trash’s pained voice on the phone, she was momentarily baffled about what had happened.
“Lucian… What’s wrong with you? Did your job literally cripple you?”
Lucian: “I think… I might actually be crippled now.”
Nina: “Could you explain what exactly happened?”
Lucian: “It’s… it’s that Eve situation. She just kicked me out of the room.”
Nina was stunned. Since when did Eve have such strength?
“Lucian… you’re not joking, are you?”
Hearing Nina’s skepticism, Lucian’s heart sank.
“Do I look like I’m joking at the expense of my life?”
Lucian insisted—he wasn’t in the mood for jokes! This pain was real!
Nina pieced it together: “How are you holding up now?”
Lucian: “Fine… nothing serious. Just some pain in my butt and face…”
Well, that was unavoidable. After all, he’d been kicked in the rear and then face-planted into the wall—of course those spots would hurt first.
Nina pondered: “I’m still shopping for Eve’s spring clothes. Would it be okay if I come over tonight?”
Lucian tentatively rubbed his backside again and winced: “Y-Yeah! Just remember to bring some medicine for me!”
Nina: “Got it. I’ll hang up now.”
With that, Nina ended the call, leaving Mr. Trash alone and pitiful in the hallway.
Leaning against the wall, Lucian scrolled through videos on his phone while using his power bank to recharge it.
He still couldn’t wrap his head around it—why was he risking his life for a job that paid only 5,000 a month?
Was it really just for those skimpy Country reimbursements?
…
Well, actually… yeah.
He really was just trailing behind Eve, scavenging scraps.
Every time he reimbursed something for Eve, he could skim a little off the top.
Alright, fine. He really was in it for those crumbs.
That’s why he’d taken this god-awful job nobody else wanted.
After nearly two hours, Eve rubbed her eyes and woke up from her deep slumber.
“Hmm~!”
Eve got out of bed, still in her pajamas and slippers, walked to the door, and opened it for Lucian: “Come in. I overreacted earlier.”
Lucian: “Huh?!”
He was utterly baffled—how could this young lady’s mood shift so drastically after a nap?
Following Eve back inside, Lucian sat back down on the same chair he’d been in before getting kicked out.
“Oof!”
The moment he sat, the lingering pain in his rear forced him right back up.
Seeing Lucian’s discomfort, Eve quickly went to support him: “Sorry…”
Eve felt guilty—every time her emotions flared, she lost control, only to regret it deeply afterward.
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Lucian waved off Eve’s concern. “I’ll just stand. Oh, I was going to tell you some good news!”
With that, Lucian pulled up an image on his phone and showed it to Eve: “Your ID Card is almost ready. There’s just one thing left—what’s your birthday?”
“Tell me the date, and I can probably get it done by noon tomorrow. After that, just one last hospital visit for a check-up, and you won’t have to stick around with us anymore.”
Eve stared at the phone screen, then at Lucian’s words.
“You’re not planning to send me to the hospital and have me sliced up, are you?”
“No!” Lucian immediately raised his hand in oath. “On my honor, they’ll only draw some blood. No way would they dare slice you up!”
Under Lucian’s assurance, Eve tentatively trusted his explanation.
“But…” The first question now troubled Eve—she had no idea which date to choose as her birthday.
Fidgeting with her fingers, Eve hesitantly murmured, “I’m not really sure how to pick a suitable birthday…”
