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After spending a night in his room, Cyclone woke up early as soon as the sun came out.

Yuna wanted to silently stay in bed with Cyclone, but when she opened the door to his room, she found that he was no longer there.

Little Dragon and Eileen had not yet woken up, and the three girls had chatted for too long last night, so they went to bed late.

However, Yuna had extensive experience in night battles and sometimes it was possible for her to go without sleep for a day.

When Yuna looked at Cyclone's room, she noticed something.

All of Cyclone's coins were gone.

Out of curiosity, Yuna decided to go find Cyclone.

But unfortunately, Cyclone didn't have any magic, so Yuna couldn't sense his exact location.

However, since that day, Yuna knew there was a power stronger than magic that could lead her to that man.

Just like back then, the beating in her heart would guide Yuna to Cyclone's whereabouts.

On the other side, Cyclone took the coins he had secretly saved and wandered around Babecaner City.

Fortunately, the town was not big, and coupled with staying here for several days before, Cyclone quickly found his destination.

Woodworker's House, the name of the shop was very simple.

However, Cyclone couldn't read.

The reason Cyclone thought this was his destination was solely based on the design next to the shop's name - a pattern resembling a saw and a cylindrical object.

"Well, this should be it."

But before Cyclone pushed the door open, he could already hear the conversation of two men inside.

"Dad, you just came back and now you're leaving again?"

"Son, as an artist, I must expose myself to new things and broaden my horizons!"

"But your second granddaughter is about to be born. If you leave again, who knows when you'll come back? Are you imagining like last time?"

"Don't worry, on the day she is born, I will definitely come back!"

"Dad!!"

As the doorbell rang, Cyclone entered, seeing a tall man and an old man in front of him.

"Dad, let's talk about this later."

"Tch!"

The man walked towards Cyclone as he came in.

"Welcome, customer!"

"Oh, oh, do you build houses here?"

"Well... customer, we run a small woodworking business, for big houses..."

"Oh... I see..."

Cyclone, who couldn't read, had entered the wrong shop.

"Then do you know where I can build a house?"

"Kid, what kind of house do you want to build?" the old man suddenly interjected from behind, asking.

"Oh~ do you want to know?" Cyclone asked amusingly.

"Hahaha~ no, I don't!" the old man replied.

"Tch!!"

They had played him. Unexpectedly, this old man was just as skilled as Cyclone.

Since he had come to the wrong place, Cyclone had no choice but to go and find another place.

"Hey!"

But as Cyclone turned, he was stopped by the old man.

"Kid, speak up! What kind of house do you want?"

"Dad! Let the house be taken care of by the one across the street. No one builds wooden houses anymore. They're too troublesome and unstable."

"Well~ I don't really mind if it's a wooden house or a brick house~"

Cyclone paused and turned his back to the two of them.

"But if there's one thing I demand for my house, it must be..."

After a brief pause, Cyclone slowly turned around.

"A battlefield of beds!!! Whether it's the regular style, the doggy style, or the reverse style, roleplay! Bondage play! In the kitchen! In the bathroom! In the toilet! On the stairs! Hehehe~ Damn it! I want to play too many things!!!!"

"What... what does that have to do with the house? And also... what you said afterwards doesn't seem relevant to beds either?"

The man couldn't help but ridicule Cyclone's demands for the house.

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