Humans are fearless in ignorance—that’s true.

Humans lose fear when they know too much—that’s also true.

Mei Yige existed in a quantum superposition of "knowing everything" and "knowing nothing," forging an otherworldly office drone who feared nothing.

Hans associating with Shiren? Not surprising at all. Didn’t nobles naturally ride luxury carriages?

If the Association hired Hans as their top-tier carriage driver, then Shiren—a local aristocrat—surely understood the system.

But…

This unexpected discovery was intriguing.

*So this is another side of Sister Shi?*

*Even cuter.*

Summoning such massive thunderbolts… was she compensating for her flat chest?

No worries. Such "disadvantages" could be fixed with postnatal massage. If she refused to be massaged? Well, massaging *hers* would work too.

*[I’m such a creep.]*

She scolded her own filthy thoughts inwardly, yet thrilled at encountering this limited-edition "adult Shiren" form. As for Hans?

To hell with him. Playing with Landlady Sister during work hours was far more fun.

Enjoy it enough, and maybe the rent would vanish?

Though that wasn’t the point. Mei Yige just wanted to hug Sister Shiren without scheming.

One look confirmed it—hugging her would be pure comfort.

Adorable. Soft. Fragrant. A lifetime sentence…

*Wait. Demonic Beings are adults.*

*Even better—legal.*

"We’re here?"

"Mm."

A changed appearance and matured voice were troublesome. Slip up and call her "Sister Shi," and renting that house again would be impossible.

Composing herself, Mei Yige spotted Association agents below questioning Old Bob. With a simple dive, she landed Shiren gently on the ground.

"Magus!"

"Miss Mei!"

The agents rushed to greet her, eyes flicking to Shiren beside her.

"This is Miss Youqian, who knows some clues. How’s the interrogation going? Why’s he asleep?"

Only now did Mei Yige notice Old Bob lying unconscious—a sixty-something catkin elder, his right arm wrapped in bandage-like strips from pre-capture injuries.

"He took medicine. Right in front of us."

The agents were frustrated. His act was blatant guilt-concealment, yet the drug wasn’t suicide-inducing—just trouble-making.

"What will you do, Miss Mei?" Shiren crossed her arms, half-amused, ready to watch Mei Yige scramble over the mess *she’d* created.

But Mei Yige wasn’t some rookie. She was well-fermented old oil.

"Surely *you* have ideas, Miss Youqian? I’m just a small-time mage. This halts the investigation."

Since Shiren offered help, Mei Yige wouldn’t refuse. Ignoring the agents’ stunned stares, she naturally looped her arm through Shiren’s, deliberately pressing her "evil" side against the shameless landlady’s hand.

"Tell me, *Sister Youqian*—if you lack the power to back your words, yet hitched my ride… taking advantage without giving anything back? I might think you’re mocking me."

*This one’s incomprehensible.*

Shiren was utterly baffled. After centuries of meeting people, Mei Yige was a first—a unique specimen she’d likely never encounter again.

Normal social boundaries didn’t exist in this girl’s world. Etiquette? Self-restraint? Not in her vocabulary.

She wasn’t like tavern dancers or flirty companions.

This was vibrant, unrestrained energy—sunny yet laced with harmless little schemes.

*[I’ve met my match.]*

More delight than resignation filled her.

As the Great Lord Blood Demon, she’d never met anyone who interacted so naturally—or dared such boldness.

Though she’d hidden for decades, her circle held no such person. Now, she’d found one.

And she’d cherish it.

"Fine."

"Huh?"

Shiren smiled at Mei Yige’s startled face.

*[I wonder if you’ll still cling to me when you learn I’m a flesh-eating Blood Demon, little monster.]*

*Then I can finally devour her.*

Imagining the girl collapsing in terror, realizing her beloved landlady was a demon—Shiren almost hummed aloud.

That meal would be unforgettable.

*[Miss Mei—no, Little Sister Yige… thank you. I’ll remember you for the rest of my life.]*

Human lives were brief. Shiren didn’t mind preserving their meaning by consuming them.

Unaware she was already on the menu, Mei Yige nodded casually. "I’ll leave it to you. Need backup?"

"I don’t use magic, but I have… interesting tools." Shiren pulled a transparent bead from her pocket. "A purifying bead. Dissolves drugs. One-time use. Shove it in his mouth."

"Never heard of such a thing…" Mei Yige marveled at the priceless bead—market value five silver coins minimum, often unobtainable.

"Want it?" Shiren jingled a pouch full of beads, pleased by Mei Yige’s awed stare.

"No. You’d call me frivolous again. Once Old Bob wakes, this’ll wrap up."

*Playing hard to get* was Mei Yige’s specialty. Since Landlady Sister refused to be "Shiren" around her, the approach needed adjusting.

Cold but socially exhausted Sister Shiren responded to bold advances and pitiful pleading. The seemingly proactive "Miss Youqian"? Required teasing an arrogant girl—push and pull at just the right moments.

One maintained her joy; the other seized pivotal moments of delight.

Emotional mastery expert Mei Yige declared: *I’ve cracked my dear landlady’s code.*

Just as predicted, "Miss Youqian" scowled, glanced at the watching agents, and muttered just loud enough for all to hear:

"Boring."

But Mei Yige knew better.

*Liar.*

The corners of someone’s lips were twitching. She loved being called "Sister," yet hated others being overly warm to the "Sister" she was called—even when that "other" was herself.

Mei Yige understood *perfectly~*