Chapter 861: The Consequences of Indulgence
Seeing Misaka Mikoto return alone, Shokuhou Misaki asked, “Where is Shirai? Is she not with you?”
“Shirai Kuroko said she had something important to do and had to leave first,” Misaka Mikoto explained. “And she feels guilty about what just happened…”
At this point, Misaka Mikoto couldn’t help but look at the black-haired nun beside her, still feeling a trace of suspicion: “You are Sister Orsola?”
“Yes,” the nun nodded, responding softly.
“You… are you really just seeking refuge by coming to Senior Lin Wuming?” Misaka Mikoto asked again.
“Yes,” the nun nodded again and bowed, “I am very sorry for causing you trouble.”
Misaka Mikoto was naturally soft-hearted, and seeing the other party lower herself so much, she felt a bit embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it, don’t worry about it,” Misaka Mikoto waved her hands repeatedly. “As long as Senior Lin Wuming doesn’t mind, it’s fine. It’s just Shirai…”
Misaka Mikoto wanted to explain for Shirai Kuroko, but then she remembered that Sister Orsola was originally mistaken for Senior Lin Wuming’s confidante, which was why Koura invited her in…
Her face immediately flushed, and she vaguely changed the topic—it was better not to let everyone know about such a misunderstanding.
“…Shirai was also deceived and used, so Senior Lin Wuming, please don’t blame her,” Misaka Mikoto said.
“Blame?” Lin Wuming shook his head. “I never had any intention of blaming her.”
“Misaka Mikoto, oh Misaka Mikoto, you’re really useless,” Shokuhou Misaki muttered softly.
But this “soft voice” was precisely controlled to be audible to Misaka Mikoto herself.
“Huh?” Misaka Mikoto immediately glared back. “Are you trying to pick a fight at a time like this, Shokuhou?”
—What Mi Yi Aiyu said just now seemed to be true. “Love” indeed had a negative effect, making people less rational. Had it also greatly reduced Misaka Mikoto’s “charm”?
Shokuhou Misaki felt mentally exhausted and had no intention of continuing the argument. She simply said, “I’ll find Shirai to talk to when I get a chance.”
“Hey, don’t mess with Shirai,” Misaka Mikoto warned, after all, Shirai Kuroko was not like herself, able to be immune to the other party’s Mental Out.
“Heh, who would mess with her!” Shokuhou Misaki sneered. “It’s just a brief chat. You, on the other hand, don’t come causing trouble then.”
Although she still vaguely felt that something was amiss, Misaka Mikoto also knew that she had no reason to prevent “normal communication between classmates.”
Moreover, after spending so much time together, she also knew that although Shokuhou would occasionally use Mental Out to play some willful little tricks, she had never really done anything particularly malicious.
“Shokuhou,” Lin Wuming also became concerned. “Shirai, she…”
—Is there something wrong with her?
Lin Wuming did not directly voice the latter half of the sentence. It was obviously inappropriate to openly suspect a companion like that.
However, Shokuhou Misaki’s sudden display of unusual concern for Shirai Kuroko also made Lin Wuming couldn’t help but pay attention.
—Senior Lin Wuming…
Shokuhou Misaki stared intently, and after a long while, she let out a long sigh, responding as if giving up—Senior Lin Wuming, are you sure you want to know? Or… should I report to you after I’ve confirmed it clearly?
“This…” Seeing the girl’s expression, Lin Wuming also realized something.
Immediately after, he shook his head, decisively giving up on thinking: “I’ll leave it to you.”
“Tsk, onlookers see more clearly…” Shokuhou Misaki’s mood became even more complicated. “Mi Yi Aiyu was really accurate…”
Putting aside these messy things, Lin Wuming sorted out his thoughts and then looked at Orsola Aquinas.
“Sister Orsola, do you have any luggage?” Lin Wuming said. “This place is not suitable for living. I’ll find you another place.”
“Thank you very much,” Sister Orsola smiled and expressed her gratitude. “Because I was in a hurry on the way, I didn’t have time to pack any luggage.”
“Those are minor matters,” Lin Wuming said. “If you don’t mind wearing ordinary clothes…”
“Wait, Senior Lin Wuming!” Shokuhou Misaki interrupted Lin Wuming, “Where are you planning to arrange for her to live?”
“Where else could it be?” Lin Wuming said, “Your palace…”
At this point, Lin Wuming suddenly realized that the “palace” seemed to be Shokuhou Misaki’s possession.
“Don’t just keep adding strange residents!” Shokuhou Misaki complained, and then said to Himegami Aisa, who was quietly watching the show, “Sorry, Himegami Aisa, the strange resident does not refer to you.”
Misaka Worst said, “So you’re referring to me?”
“It’s great that you have self-awareness,” Shokuhou Misaki replied.
—When I agreed to let Misaka Worst stay in the “palace” back then, I didn’t expect her to actually have ambitions to make a move on Senior Lin Wuming!
Shokuhou Misaki didn’t want to repeat such a move of inviting trouble.
Although all indications showed that Orsola Aquinas was indeed innocent, who let the “rumor” already appear? Under the power of public opinion, it was not impossible for a falsehood to become truth…
Of course, ultimately, this was Shokuhou Misaki’s own willfulness, and she was fully entitled to be willful, after all, the “palace” was indeed her territory.
“Actually, it doesn’t need to be so troublesome, the palace or anything…” Orsola had long sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off. Being dependent on others, she didn’t want to cause any more trouble, so she chose to be as low-key and yielding as possible.
“The palace is just a nickname,” Misaka Mikoto explained. “It’s actually a mansion. Even if she’s called a queen, Shokuhou wouldn’t really own a palace.”
Lin Wuming also changed his words: “Then let’s find a hotel and get a room. Staying for two days temporarily shouldn’t make much difference. What do you think?”
Orsola naturally had no objections and quickly nodded: “I have no objections, I’ll follow your arrangements.”
Sister Orsola’s matter was temporarily settled, but for some reason, Shokuhou Misaki still held a grudge, looking unhappy.
It wasn’t until Sister Orsola was sent into the hotel suite, and Misaka Worst and Kazakiri Hyouka were forcibly sent back to their residence in the “palace,” that Shokuhou Misaki’s expression finally improved.
“It’s foolish to worry about those things,” Shokuhou Misaki muttered, pinching her brow after calming down.
“You really don’t need to care about what they say, Shokuhou,” Lin Wuming said. “I’ll go prepare dinner. What do you want to eat?”
“Senior Lin Wuming,” Shokuhou Misaki looked up, “This time, don’t think you can get away with just good food.”
Misaka Mikoto, who was beside them, sheepishly put her hand down and chose to stand with Shokuhou Misaki: “That’s right, Misaka Worst and Kazakiri Hyouka, absolutely not!”
