Chapter 63

Black Curtain Lady watched Aisida standing there somewhat awkwardly.

A desire to tease the other quietly rose in Heimu's heart.

She did not continue speaking, but rose from the main control chair, walked with calm steps to Aisida's front.

Aisida felt the gaze of the Black Tower Lady; that gaze was not like the usual doll's scrutinizing look for research, but instead carried a kind of… focus, as if carefully tracing her outline.

This overly direct stare made Aisida's fair cheeks involuntarily flush a thin red; she unconsciously lowered her head slightly, avoiding those purple eyes that seemed able to pierce the heart.

The Black Tower Lady is indeed extremely beautiful; that delicate beauty, like a doll yet radiating wisdom's glow, at such close range is lethally striking.

"What's the matter?" Heimu spoke, her voice the clear ring of the Black Tower, but with a hint more lazy magnetism in the tail.

Aisida's heartbeat quickened; she stared at her own toes and whispered, "It… it's about the recent material allocation report for the Space Station, and…"

Before she could finish, Heimu interrupted with a teasing tone: "Why are you keeping your head down?"

Heimu tilted her head slightly, as if genuinely curious: "Could it be… that I'm not good-looking?"

"Ah! No! Not at all!"

Aisida shot up her head like a startled rabbit, her pink hair swaying; she hurriedly waved her hands, her cheeks reddening further like a ripe peach: "Black Tower Lady, you're very, very beautiful! It's… it's just because you're too beautiful, so… I dare not look…"

Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost as faint as a mosquito.

"Heh…" Heimu let out a light, low laugh; unlike the Black Tower's usual slightly mocking cold snort, it felt like a feather lightly brushing the heart's tip, making Aisida feel her ears warm and her face hot enough to smoke.

"Really?"

Heimu stepped forward again, the distance between them so close that Aisida could even smell a cold, mysterious fragrance emanating from the other, utterly different from what she usually encountered.

That scent made her head spin, her thoughts turning into a tangled mess.

Then came something that made Aisida's heart stop: Heimu extended her slender, beautiful fingers, lightly pinching her chin with a force that was irresistible yet painless, forcing her to lift her head and stare directly into those eyes, as clear as amethyst, just inches away.

"Since you're beautiful,"

Heimu's voice carried a bewitching charm, her gaze locking onto Aisida's completely dazed blue-green eyes: "I want to take a good look. And… have you said… you like it?"

Aisida's brain completely shut down; sight, hearing, and smell were wholly occupied by that flawless, exquisite face before her and its bewitching aura.

She was like a robot given a simple command, blankly murmuring: "Like… like…"

Heimu saw with satisfaction the utter haze in the other's eyes, and a feeling of pleasure welled up deep inside.

This feeling of controlling others' emotions, especially teasing this earnest and cute little rich girl, seemed unexpectedly nice.

She timely released her grip on Aisida's chin, as if that ambiguous gesture had been merely offhand, her voice returning to its previous flatness as she softly asked:

"So, what's the matter?"

Aisida was still immersed in the recent impact, her mind in a haze, and she answered in a daze: "It's… it's Ms. Ruan Mei… she's come."

Heimu raised her eyebrows, showing just the right amount of surprise: "So soon?"

This isn't entirely acting; Ruan Mei's efficiency really does exceed her expectations a bit.

Aisida shook her head hard, trying to regain a bit of clarity, and nodded: "Hmm. She said she wants to first look around the Space Station herself, take a tour."

"Then let her tour." Heimu waved her hand, tone casual, as if the visitor were just an ordinary guest: "Anything else?"

"No, no more!" Aisida, feeling pardoned and as if fleeing, practically stumbled out of the office in haste, forgetting to say goodbye.

Watching Aisida disappear behind the door, Heimu's lips curled into an amused arc.

(Teasing a pure little girl really is a good way to relieve pressure and delight body and mind.)

As for Ruan Mei's arrival… Heimu felt little fear or tension.

On the contrary, a restless excitement welled up in her heart.

(Hmph, it's just Ruan Mei.)

Having inherited part of the Black Tower's memory and knowledge base, she felt a competitive spirit toward this fellow Genius Club member.

(This body was once the Black Tower itself, and moreover an emissary bearing the power of Emperor III; even if she can now use only part of her power, how could she fear her? Little Ruan Mei, you're done for, you're done for!)

She even began to calculate:

(Perhaps this is a good chance… to also 'record' some data from her?)

Just now, merely interacting with Aisida, the system had silently completed the collection of data from her, boosting her confidence in her own "data collection" ability.

Perhaps it's the influence of this "Black Tower" image, or perhaps the gradually recovering strength giving her confidence, she now feels exceptionally good.

She walked over to the system doll busy before the "Simulated Universe" console and asked: "How is the data progress?"

The system doll didn't turn its head, reporting calmly in an electronic voice: "Current completion: eighty percent. Core encryption protocol is being cracked; subsequent progress is expected to gradually speed up."

Heimu nodded: "Fine, keep the efficiency."

She pondered a moment, deciding not to wait passively any longer.

(Rather than wait for her to come to me, I'd better take the initiative.)

"I'll go out for a walk," she instructed the system, "you continue."

【Beloberg·LowerDistrict·Natasha's Clinic】

San Yue Qi's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and they groggily opened their eyes.

The view was initially blurry, then gradually focused—Star's Calm face drew close, golden eyes staring unblinkingly at them.

"Wow!"

San Yue Qi was startled, a shiver running through them, nearly leapt from the sickbed, and irritably patted their chest, "Star! What are you doing? You scared me to death!"

A Xing, expressionless, sat up straight, tone flat: "Let's see if you're awake."

"I'm awake, no need to get so close to look!"

San Yue Qi muttered, only then realizing the surroundings were off.

It wasn't the slightly lavish room of the Goethe Inn, but a clinic with simple medical equipment.

"Eh? Where is this? How are we here?"

At this moment, Natasha walked over, a gentle smile on her face: "You're awake? How do you feel? This is the LowerDistrict clinic; I'm the doctor here, Natasha."

She simply recounted what had happened before—SangBo led them out of the encirclement of the Silvermane Iron Guard to here, using some kind of… sleep‑inducing smoke.

"LowerDistrict?!"

San Yue Qi stared with powder‑blue eyes, looked at the simple yet tidy surroundings, then looked out the window at the scenery completely different from the Shangcheng District, and finally accepted the fact.

She hurriedly thanked Natasha: "Thank you, Dr. Natasha! I'm sorry for causing you trouble!"