I went to my aunt’s house.

How should I punish you…

Broken-Wing Butterfly circled the trembling Lark once.

Her face showed no anger, but that smiling demeanor itself meant she was furious.

She had long known some magical girl would seek Herrera—it was inevitable.

But she never expected the first to act would be Lark, whom she had mentored from rookie to Tenth Seat.

Upon learning this, she teleported over immediately.

Seeing Lark’s pitiful look, Broken-Wing Butterfly asked:

“Why so reckless? Didn’t I repeatedly forbid any magical girl from seeking Herrera? As a Tenth Seat, how can you lead negatively?”

“I understand… I won’t plan to find Herrera anymore.”

“I want the reason, not promises.”

“Because… I don’t understand.”

“Don’t understand what?”

“I just don’t get—what magic Herrera has to make the usually dignified, elegant big sis lose composure like that in meetings!”

Lark shouted lowly.

That big sis was one she had never seen.

Her hatred for one person completely stripped away the usual poise of emotions hidden.

Even Lark herself had never stirred big sis’s emotions that much.

Having what others have, but she doesn’t—somehow made her feel like she lost.

“I want to make…”

Lark murmured.

“Hm?” Broken-Wing Butterfly raised a brow. “Want what?”

[Want big sis to show that level of… for me…]

Lark dared not say it.

Broken-Wing Butterfly always hid emotions—hard to read her true heart. That constant smile could be scary.

But undeniably.

At first, Lark felt tortured having this hard-to-get-along demon as her guide.

Yet over time, she realized—beneath the expressionless facade, every action was care.

Broken-Wing Butterfly enjoyed their time, got angry sometimes, worried for her, saddened…

Emotions not visible on face—but perfectly shown in deeds.

They formed a sister bond. Lark loved this silent protection.

But…

If I had never seen light, I could endure darkness—same principle.

Lark once thought no one could make big sis show true emotions on the surface.

Not even herself.

To big sis, all humans were just passerby A—annoying, but powerless. Only a true witch could make her willingly give.

Having a sister bond with Broken-Wing Butterfly—Lark was a step above others.

She was proud. If asked who was closest to Broken-Wing Butterfly—she’d claim first.

Yet Herrera at the tenth seat meeting—Herrera’s existence shattered Lark’s belief.

That woman named Herrera made the big sis in her memory show hatred.

No restraint—purest emotion.

If Broken-Wing Butterfly only hated Herrera—Lark might not care much.

But always by big sis’s side—she noticed, amid towering hate, a trace of special emotion Lark refused to admit…

From that moment—she realized she wasn’t in the safe zone.

Someone stood ahead of her.

[If I hadn’t seen big sis’s outburst at the meeting—I wouldn’t have these thoughts now, right?]

Lark clenched hands, head low.

…

Broken-Wing Butterfly’s eyes rarely showed confusion.

And some worry.

“Lark, you’re a clever child—four years under my guidance to Tenth Seat proves it. But you also bottle troubles. If you don’t speak—I won’t know what you plan.”

“Nothing. I just purely want to avenge big sis…”

“You silly child…”

Broken-Wing Butterfly sighed softly, turned to leave.

“No more stupid acts. Punishment on hold—when I think of it, I’ll properly tune that dishonest little mouth.”

Lark watched her back, teeth clenched.

[Big sis…

I want to see you smile for me, cry for me, worry for me…

Not show such emotions for someone else.]

Herrera… what exactly did you do to big sis?

At this moment, a certain slut had no idea another magical girl was joining the fray.

She was blissfully indulging at big sis’s home.

The welcome banquet neared its end.

“Youyou, can you drink?”

“No no—super misc at that.”

“Pity. Guess I drink alone.”

Nimeng chugged high-proof beer—smallest body, boldest capacity.

Luo You and Liyun stuck to beverages for cheer.

Youyou had years of pent-up gloom turn to joy—not easy.

She grabbed Luo You’s sleeve, sobbing: “Waaah Youyou, thank you for what you did for me… so good… waaah…”

Do you even know what I did to her? Luo You thought.

That’s what you don’t know I did to her.

If Nimeng knew the full truth—this place would turn into a battlefield in a second.

But pleasantries must be said. Luo You held Nimeng’s hand like a mother-in-law entrusting her daughter:

“No worries. I’ll care for Liyun even more. Leave her to me with peace.”

She shot Liyun an odd glance—Liyun looked awkward.

Blink blink~

Liyun grew more awkward.

Luo You checked the time—7 PM, about time to go.

“I’ll head back. Zining’s waiting. You continuing?”

“Mhm!”

“Hey sis, stop drinking!”

Liyun rushed to support Nimeng, who wanted another dozen beers—quite the commotion.

Then Luo You got Ji Yue’s call.

“Hm? Auntie?” Luo You muttered.

Liyun, having just locked sis in her room, perked ears at the title.

Remembered filming with Hongying—Herrera called her “auntie” too.

“Youyou, you have an auntie?”

“No—Zining’s auntie, Ji Yue. You should know her.”

Know? You two even… Luo You added mentally.

To silence Liyun, Luo You stepped to the balcony, answered.

“Where are you?”

No nonsense—first words.

Luo You sensed aggression.

“What’s up?”

“Heard from Zining you went to Jiuming Sea. Want to host you—come dine at my place. Name a spot, I’ll drive pick you up.”

Ah this.

Luo You’s heart itched.

Auntie inviting home for dinner—how to refuse!

This timing—must be auntie fed up with grievances from Herrera, wanting to vent on Luo You!

Such a golden chance—how could Luo You miss?

“No need to pick me. Give address—I’ll come.”

Hung up. Luo You told inquiring Liyun: “Auntie… Ji Yue needs me. Going over. You?”

Liyun unnaturally lowered head. “Uh… no. My existence isn’t known to them yet.”

“Then this nephew heads out.”

“Mhm. Youyou, take care.”

Luo You taxied to the destination.

But upon arrival—Luo You was stunned.

Auntie lived… on the 89th floor of a skyscraper!

Way too high!

In Luo You’s mind—residents here were tycoons with money and power.

Per Ji Yue’s instructions, she entered the VIP elevator to the 89th floor.

Doors opened—Ji Yue waiting behind, with a few points of Luo You’s charm, rolled up her sleeves like a door god.

“You’re here.”

“Oh, oh… Auntie, nice place…”

“Come in.”

Ji Yue stepped aside. Spacious hall—somehow upscale lighting, inexplicable paintings… yep, fit Luo You’s rich people stereotype.

“Your unit number?”

“No number. Whole floor’s mine.”

Holy…

Luo You witnessed rich people power again.

She estimated the floor at 300 sqm—if she fully claimed auntie, could keep a dozen harem here at least.

“By the way, floor above is mine too. Stairs here go up.”

Fine—now room for thirty-plus harem.

But premise—claim auntie first.

“Tired? Sleep this room. Bath? Second floor sauna. Exercise? Second floor gym… anyway, make yourself at home.”

Ji Yue led Luo You to the living room—this walk took half a minute.

Luo You inwardly complained—her home door to living room, max three-four seconds!

“Auntie, such big house—not feel empty? Or scared of ghosts?”

“Indeed. Would be nice with someone to live with.”

Ji Yue silent a moment, then said.

Then looked at Luo You.

“Eh? Auntie—you inviting me?”

Luo You pointed at herself, shocked.

“Interpret as you will. Come every other day to stay—plenty of room.”

Ji Yue dodged direct answer, but next second tossed Luo You a card—direct access to 89th floor.

Ah this.

Luo You froze—suddenly felt like she’d married into Ji Yue’s family.

Inhuman!

[Auntie—what’s wrong? Suddenly so nice? Didn’t she say keep distance before?]

Got it! Must be fucked silly by Herrera!

Luo You secretly hoped auntie’s home hid some weird compartment.

Like—beneath glossy decor, a secret little dark room with various tools. Even locking someone in—police wouldn’t find…