Chapter 157: Chapter 157: The Speechless Anwina
“Sally!” Seeing his girlfriend’s abnormal reaction, Lin Feng was immediately shocked and rushed to support the girl who almost fell to the ground.
And we were somewhat baffled.
Just now, Pandora didn’t do anything, she even showed a smile that, though a bit stiff, was absolutely precious on her face to greet the other person, but that girl named Sally was scared.
“Sally, what’s wrong with you?” Lin Feng asked with concern while helping his girlfriend up, he had seen everything clearly just now. Pan Lili hadn’t made any unnecessary moves, and his own lover was scared to the point of collapse, how could that be blamed on anyone else?
“I… I don’t know…” Sally’s voice carried a faint sob and a great deal of confusion, “I just felt very scared after seeing this little sister’s face, but I don’t know what I am afraid of…”
What kind of answer is that? I mean, this kind of reaction in front of me, her brother, is totally unreasonable, isn’t it?
I turned my head, took Pandora’s little face in my hands, and kneaded it back and forth for a long time, then concluded: How could such a cute loli be scary!
Cough cough, I mean the Pandora who hasn’t transformed into a humanoid weapon…
Pandora, who was surprised by my sudden attack, was still a bit dazed until I let go. Instantly, a faint blush spread across her face, and then she just opened her little mouth and fell into a world of fantasy about who knows what.
Lin Xue kicked me in her well-practiced way and despised, “You hopeless, severe sister complex!” Then she stepped forward to help her own brother comfort the girl who was inexplicably scared.
With the combined efforts of Lin Feng and Lin Xue, it took a while before Sally finally recovered from her immense fear, came to us with her head down, and sincerely apologized to Pandora: “I’m sorry, that was very rude of me…”
I noticed that she was still trembling slightly and didn’t dare to raise her head to look at Pandora’s face.
“Cough cough… Sally, I don’t think my sister could be that scary, could she?”
Upon hearing my words, Sally cautiously looked up at Pandora. This time it was much better than before; she didn’t react with fright on the spot but still showed an uncontrollable hint of fear.
“…Lili is very cute, but I don’t know why, I feel very scared…”
“This can only be explained by supernatural phenomena…” Lin Xue shrugged helplessly and then suggested to Lin Feng, “It seems like your girlfriend and Lili are not compatible, you should take her away…”
“I didn’t expect to scare your girlfriend—though this situation is a bit strange…” I showed Lin Feng a somewhat awkward expression. Although we weren’t at fault for what happened, Sally was scared after seeing Pandora, so I still felt a bit embarrassed.
Lin Feng looked equally puzzled, but as a Superpower User who had experienced all kinds of surreal events, he was relatively calm facing this odd situation. He knew better not to bother his girlfriend, who was an ordinary person, with things that couldn’t be explained, so he led Sally away first.
After Lin Feng and the others left, we looked at each other and fell into silence.
After a while, Sandora spoke up, “I don’t really understand the mental state of humans, but the reaction of that girl just now certainly wasn’t normal, was it?”
“Her reaction was definitely abnormal,” Lin Xue said with some frustration, “But as for mental state, that girl definitely has no psychological illness, that much I can be sure of, because her brainwaves showed no abnormalities.”
I trusted Lin Xue’s ability: “That means her fear was completely justified and not a sudden paranoid delusion or something similar?”
“Of course—not to mention my brother wouldn’t have such poor judgment as to pick a girlfriend with psychological problems.”
As she said this, Lin Xue threw a massive eye roll my way.
“Okay, so our dear Prophet, can you explain what just happened? My sister was unfairly treated just now…”
“I’m not a psychologist, how should I know!”
And thus, the matter was left unresolved, but thankfully Pandora didn’t care about it at all. An eccentric girl like her was not about to let it spoil her fun—in fact, as long as I kept her company, this hobby-less “three-no” lolita could be happy all day. In a way, Pandora was quite childish too.
Yep, quite childish, childish enough that she stuck to me all day long wanting to start a third war…
The day flew by quickly as we played and before we knew it, it was evening and time to head home.
After racing in that ancient car worth seven hundred billion, to make sure we got Lin Xue home before Mr. Lin got angry, we darted back to our place. By my estimate, Anwina should have dinner ready by now. If I had to point out one single flaw of this endlessly energetic and superb maid, it would be…
“Master, you must remember, as a noble, good self-discipline and habits are essential… Being late for dinner because of playing is very bad… especially as a… not to mention… also…”
“Alright, alright, Anwina, I greatly appreciate your concern, but… if you go on, your mistress Sandora is going to starve—hey, Sandora, don’t eat that!”
I frantically pulled Sandora down from a clothes hanger nearby, and she immediately bit down on my hand with her eyes closed…
Are you really that hungry?
Although Anwina sometimes has these rare moments of incessant nagging, we all know it’s just because the ghost sister is too afraid of being lonely. Having wandered alone in the Ghost House for many years, Anwina feared solitude more than anything. Leave her alone at home, and upon our return, we were sure to be greeted with a series of relentless chatter—it was her way to dispel the unease in her heart.
It seemed we needed to find a way to get Anwina out of the house—and I mean literally persuading her to go outside.
In fact, getting Anwina out was not difficult. Thanks to Alaya’s refurbishment, she certainly didn’t fear the sun like an ordinary Dead Soul. If we worried that her ghostly appearance would panic normal people, she could easily shapeshift into a crow and go out without attracting much attention in the city. The issue lay with Anwina herself.
She didn’t want to go out.
It was hard to imagine. Having wandered alone in the Ghost House for so many years, Anwina surely had enough of loneliness. Yet, paradoxically, she was also very afraid of encountering strangers. It’s like a castaway living on an isolated island for decades, suddenly being thrust back into human society, causing immense panic and distress. Anwina’s struggle was even worse; after a long solitude, she had to reintegrate into a crowd and face an entirely new world. If it were me, I’d probably be just as reluctant.
The human spirit is so complex. After more than a decade of loneliness, Anwina extremely feared being alone yet was even more afraid of meeting strangers—even though Anwina couldn’t really be called human anymore.
The only consolation was that Anwina did not reject us, who had rescued her, and she even relied on us as her sole support in this world. But this was, of course, not a long-term solution…
I patted the still babbling Anwina on the head to quiet her down, fixing her muddled emotions wasn’t a task for just a moment; our immediate priority was to eat!
Anwina’s culinary skills were beyond doubt. After all, she was a professional who started her specialized training at the age of twelve. While her combat ability was pitiful compared to her mutated Dead Soul status, when it came to household chores—I reckon that at least in the entire Northern Hemisphere there would be no one better than her.
I wasn’t exaggerating at all, because a super maid who could work tirelessly 24 hours due to her physical condition already had an unbelievably strong advantage…
Since gaining relatively physical abilities through Alaya’s modifications, Anwina had been completely immersed in the joy of touching objects again. She worked with enthusiasm at every moment…
Of course, I was pleased with Anwina’s uncomplaining and highly efficient work ethic, but… Can you imagine the sight of a ghost humming a haunting melody while floating down the corridor at midnight?
Even if that ghost was merely polishing the floor for the twelfth time that day…