I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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Governing the city-states within the empire was no easy task without real-time long-distance communication methods.

The Hundred Realms Gate and the Anywhere Gate have more important tasks, and besides, the latter is Qiong's personal property.

Crydela was unwilling to use it for daily imperial affairs, as it would create dependency, and that would be bad.

"Next up is Catman's delivery time~"

Phyllis pouted her cat-like lips.

With a light touch of her toes, her slender figure leaped up as gracefully as a real cat, gliding across the rooftops of Dolores against the backdrop of the deep night sky and the bright full moon.

What was thrown back into Qiong's room were only some special items and some interesting trinkets; Phyllis left all the gold, silver, and valuables behind.

Upon arriving in the working-class area, they began distributing money.

Now that I'm a cat, I should do what a cat like Paddy should do.

When it comes to acting, Qiong Feilis takes it seriously.

Robin Hood of Twilight Street, who once robbed the rich to help the poor, has now become the Dolores Robin Hood!

She left different kinds of valuables for impoverished families based on the conditions of the slum, leaving more for those with children.

Just as she was happily scattering coins...

Her figure, leaping between rooftops, suddenly stopped. Phyllis stood on the roof, her cat ears perked up and twitched.

"The sound of a baby crying?"

At first, she didn't pay attention, thinking it was someone's child waking up in the middle of the night.

Five minutes later, she was still crying, and it seemed that no one was comforting her.

"Meow~ It's so noisy, whose child is crying nonstop?"

At this point, Phyllis began to dislike the cat's overly sensitive hearing.

Her figure swiftly leaped across the top of the building, following the sound of crying.

"Heave-ho~"

With a light touch, Phyllis landed steadily on the narrow edge of the roof.

Leaning forward at a precarious angle, just before she was about to fall, the catgirl, with her terrifying flexibility and sense of balance, spun back in an extremely graceful manner, her skirt and pants billowing, her cat tail like a flag.

Therefore, his rash actions appeared exceptionally cool and dashing.

Phyllis felt she could learn from Spider-Man and take photos of herself to sell for money.

However, upon seeing the scene in the alley below, the cat's cheerfully wagging tail stopped.

"No way? An abandoned baby?"

Phyllis frowned, leaped down, and found the baby wrapped in cotton cloth in the wooden frame; the baby looked to be about six months old.

Strangely enough, the baby, who had been crying and screaming just moments before, suddenly stopped crying the moment Phyllis came into view.

She blinked her big, bright eyes, looking at Phyllis, who was leaning against the moonlight, tilted her head, and suddenly giggled as she stretched out her chubby little paws, as if asking for a hug.

"The road has widened now."

Phyllis's lips curled slightly. She bent down, reached out, and took the adorable little creature out of the wooden frame, holding it close to her arms.

The baby was tiny, soft, and wet.

"Did it smell the scent of one of our own kind on us?"

This is actually a girl from the Phyllis tribe.

It has cat ears and a cat tail, silver-white hair, blue pupils, and a mole on its chest.

"She looks quite healthy, her little face is rosy."

Phyllis carefully examined the baby in her arms.

"How could it have been discarded?"

There are various reasons why babies are abandoned.

"Excluding those from impoverished families."

What's the point of leaving them in the slums?

"Huh? What's this?"

While rummaging through the baby, Phyllis discovered a small wound on the baby's arm, and the blood was golden yellow.

Was it because of this that it was abandoned?

Phyllis held the baby steadily in one arm, while using the other hand to rummage through the simple wooden frame.

In the corner, I found a small, rough-edged stone slab with a few crooked characters engraved on it, along with a handful of loose coins.

By the cool moonlight, Phyllis examined the carvings on the stone slab, then looked down at the little creature in her arms who was gazing back at her with curious blue eyes, reaching out to touch her hair. She whispered:

“Sefaria...is that your name?”

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Volume 1: Chapter 888 Paddo: Becoming a Mother Unexpectedly?

Three days later.

"Meow~ Where do you get so much energy, little guy? Why aren't you sleeping this early in the morning?"

Goods that arrive automatically are exchanged for temporary accommodation.

On the wicker recliner bed, Phyllis complained sleepily as she reached up and lifted the human cub that had climbed onto her head and was touching its cat ears with its chubby little hands.

"Hey, hey, don't suck it, our ears aren't pacifiers."

Cat ears and tails are sensitive spots on a cat's body.

Although this body's sensitive spots had long been played with and become commonplace during self-exploration, the feeling of being gently bitten by a baby's wet little mouth... was very subtle.

That's completely different from when He Qiong deliberately flirts with her.

"Meow~"

Phyllis leaned closer and gently nibbled on the tips of Sefaria's equally fluffy, small, and adorable cat ears with her teeth.

"Now we're even."

She stroked the white-to-black cat's tail hard again.

"This is interest."

As a morally upright masked fool, Phyllis treats all human children equally.

"Emmmm......"

Lazily stretching and lying on the wicker chair bed, Phyllis placed the kitten there, exuding a wild charm. Riding on it was amazing—Qiong personally experienced and certified it.

"What should I do with you, you little burden?"

Phyllis muttered to herself as she manipulated her nimble cat tail, swaying it back and forth in front of Sefaria.

The little guy's blue cat eyes were immediately drawn to it, and he stretched out his little paw to reach for it.

Phyllis, suddenly seized by a playful impulse, deftly twisted her tail around and deliberately entangled it with the little guy's still somewhat unruly tail, guiding her little hand to grab the tip of her own tail.

The little guy grabbed its own tail, put it in its mouth, and meowed as it took a bite.

"Ha ha!"

Phyllis was overjoyed.

"Tom and Jerry really is a documentary."

"No, according to the character setting of Xingbao = me = Tom, this little guy's role should be Tops."

Tops, tutored by Tom wearing a doctoral cap, then teamed up with Jerry to prank Tom's yellow-gray kitten.

Sefaria and Tops are different; at least Sefaria's adorable act of biting his own tail made Phyllis laugh.

Indeed, if having children isn't for fun, then it's meaningless.

On the Fun Factor of Phyllis Clan Cubs

"Sefaria, we admit you're cute, but as a cat, you need to learn to be self-reliant."

"Ee-woo~"

The little one rolled over on Phyllis's belly, turning into a prone position, raising its soft little hand to Phyllis, and blinking its big blue eyes.

She struggled to climb over the majestic and treacherous snow-capped peaks and valleys, her little head drooping as if it had lost its support, her soft cheek pressing directly against Phyllis's neck, rubbing against her like a little kitten.

"Haha, trying to be cute?"

Phyllis felt a strange sensation as her snowy chest was kicked and stepped on, the ticklish feeling making her chuckle. She pointed a finger at the little guy.

"Trying to be cute won't work."

She was considering whether to send the little guy to the Empire.

During the protracted Golden War, the status of the Golden Descendants fluctuated as the Oracle of Cephalus spread.

For a time, people regarded the Golden Descendants as a plague.

Seneos was thus expelled from her tribe.

During that period, several cases of abandoned infants occurred, all because the babies had "golden blood" flowing in their veins. According to the Senate's propaganda, such babies would bring disaster and misfortune.

Parenthood is a profession that doesn't require exams or trials; the upper and lower limits are extremely low.

Just as there are parents who would sacrifice everything for their children, there are also parents who abandon their children because of the Presbyterian Church's propaganda.

Therefore, the number of Golden Descendants who died prematurely is unknown.

Miss Titi and her friends travel all over the world using the Hundred Realms Gate, often bringing back abandoned babies.

Ceryldra even set up a special institution to care for these abandoned Goldenborn babies.

At Qiong's suggestion, it was named Qidian Orphanage.

Phyllis hesitated, wondering whether she should send Sefaria to the Starting Point Orphanage.

It's definitely better for Sefaria to be in an orphanage than to run around with her everywhere.

"Following us is very dangerous."

Phyllis's tail tip sprang forth amethyst-like fangs.

Although the power contained within this body is very weak, like a piece of jade, it is still a fusion warrior.

Phyllis's cat tail contains silicon-based components from Honkai Beasts, which can be used in combat.

The amethyst blade gleamed with a sharp, cold light, but Sefaria seemed to have discovered something new and interesting. She reached out her small hand to grab it, but stopped halfway.

"Hmph~ Your danger perception talent is pretty high."

Phyllis was a little surprised.

"Is it a racial talent?"

"Let's send you to an orphanage instead."

Phyllis lazily curled her tail around Sefaria's waist.

Being by her side, the danger comes not only from the outside world, but also from Phyllis herself.

The last vestiges of her moral compass and her sense of pleasure were locked in a fierce battle.

The masked fool's heart is stirring.

Countless scripts were generated in my mind.

Perhaps sensing that she was about to be sent away from her fate, Sefaria, teetering in mid-air by her tail, stretched out her little hands for a hug and called out a name that surprised even Phyllis.

“Mu~Mama~Mama~”

Holy crap, I'm a mom?!

Phyllis sprang up like a cat with its fur standing on end, did a somersault, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the rattan bed.

The tail loosened, and the little guy fell into her arms. Its little head immediately nuzzled against her chest, its little hands groped around, and its little mouth smacked, clearly looking for the cafeteria.

Even if you call me "Mom," there's no milk for you to drink here.