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Phyllis held the little guy under his armpits, lifted him high, and with his tail outstretched, deftly rolled a warm animal milk bottle from the low table beside him.

This is the food Phyllis bought for the little one.

"Even if there is, I'll drink it first."

Self-production and self-sales have always been Qiong's style.

Feeding Sefaria the animal milk, its mild sweetness and slight creamy aroma made the little guy squint his eyes, just like a kitten that had just touched a fish.

After finishing his drink, the little guy kicked his legs and waved his hands vigorously.

"Mommy~"

The soft, adorable sounds of a baby learning to speak are enough to melt anyone's heart.

"Mommy~"

Phyllis's expression shifted with conflict, and after a long while, she finally made a difficult decision.

"Sigh... Alright, alright, considering we're both cats and have such a connection, I'll be your mom from now on."

The little one seemed to understand and giggled.

It kept making cheerful "ee" and "ya" sounds.

"Happy? Let's do a backflip to celebrate!"

Phyllis curled the little guy up with her tail, gave him a slight flick, and the little guy spun 360 degrees in mid-air.

"Mommy~"

Sefaria let out a joyful laugh, like someone riding a rocking horse.

One can only say that she truly deserves to be called a golden descendant of the Phyllis race.

Even a normal baby would strain their neck playing like that.

That's an absolutely outrageous move that would make your mother want to beat you up.

But if the dad is taking care of the child, as long as they survive, that's enough.

Phyllis nodded in satisfaction, but then her face fell.

"...Although, taking care of a child is such a hassle!"

She only wants to play with the Phyllis cubs; raising children is too much trouble!

so.

Phyllis grinned and picked up Sefaria in a proper, typical baby hold.

She walked to the mirror in the room, adjusted her appearance, suppressed the liveliness and joy in her eyes, and added a touch of gentleness and charm befitting a new mother.

Her expression softened, and she gazed at the little one in her arms with gentle, loving eyes that met her gaze.

Anyone who sees this scene would think it's a heartwarming picture of a young mother taking care of her daughter.

Then.

Auto-battle, turn it on!

......

The easternmost part of the country is a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, with simple and honest folk customs on the streets at dusk.

Compared to Gotham City, Twilight Street is much less deceptive.

The cramped, dilapidated, and old-fashioned buildings are littered with garbage and unidentified filth, and the air is perpetually filled with a pungent odor mixed with rotting, excrement, and substandard fuel.

It was so bad it was like a medieval European slum.

It's the kind of place that normal people would avoid.

The haphazardly arranged utility poles and the layers upon layers of stickers and advertisements plastered all over the walls are some of the few things in this area that can be considered modern.

Although it's called a street, it's actually quite large, comparable to a small town.

In this filthy place, a strangely out-of-place building stands miraculously.

A clean and tidy sanatorium, like a small white flower blooming in the mud.

"It's this way."

The little boy used a key to open the door to the sanatorium's warehouse.

Just a minute ago, he was still worrying about the job he had been given.

But after meeting Mr. Mask, he felt that his savior had arrived.

"These boxes need to be moved to the dean's office on the third floor before sunset. Let's divide them up."

The boy looked at the white-haired, masked man.

The silent, tall, white-haired man wearing a wooden mask simply waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

The boy understood immediately; although Mr. Mask was a man of few words, his kind heart was known to all the children in the sanatorium.

Suddenly, the man stopped moving.

The boy couldn't see the eyes hidden behind the wooden mask, but he could feel the other person's gaze passing over him and heading straight into the depths of the warehouse, as if something had caught his attention.

"Ah, it's probably another stray cat that's wandered in. It happens all the time. I'll go chase it away."

The masked man said nothing more, but silently shouldered all the boxes and walked away with steady steps.

The boy watched him walk away before slowly entering the warehouse.

"call......"

Sure enough, in the corner of the room, a girl with brownish-yellow hair was curled up, emitting soft and even snores.

The boy recognized the face, which was deliberately covered with dust but still couldn't hide its delicate features.

He stretched out his little finger and gently poked the girl's arm.

"Ugh...don't take it...that's our canned food..."

The girl mumbled in her sleep and turned over.

The boy increased the force.

"Hmm...we were asleep. Who are you?"

The girl opened her eyes groggily.

"You're the legendary thief of Twilight Street everyone's been talking about, right?"

"what?"

“I saw you here last month too, and since then there have been a few more boxes of dry rations in the warehouse.”

"Oh, you're from the nursing home."

The girl finally regained consciousness.

Everyone says a righteous thief has appeared on Dusk Street, robbing the widow and helping the poor, and specializing in stealing the treasures of the wicked.

"Well."

Paddo scratched her messy hair.

"How did it get spread like this... We can't afford to take that kind of blame, it'll put us under pressure."

"Sister, you're here to deliver supplies today too, right? I can tell at a glance whether there's too much or too little."

"Big sister, are you alone? You can come and stay with us!"

The girl's gaze paused for a moment, and for what seemed like a few seconds, she hesitated.

But in the end, she shook her head and smiled again.

"That won't do! After all, the righteous thief you speak of has a big client visiting tonight!"

Pado stretched out her legs, got up from the pile of goods, and yawned.

"Okay... thank you, sister."

The boy nodded understandingly, looking somewhat disappointed but not persisting.

"That's settled then, let's get going!"

She raised her index and middle fingers, flicked them upwards in front of her forehead, making a stylish farewell gesture, and prepared to head out to buy goods.

However, just as Pado jumped, the little boy saw that the girl with the zongzi-colored hair was like a robot that had lost power, instantly losing all its power.

His body fell into the pile of goods.

"Sister? Sister!"

"Mommy Aponia, something terrible has happened! Sister Thief has fainted!"

The little boy stumbled and ran out of the warehouse, dashing towards the main building of the sanatorium.

......

"Ah... uh? Eh!"

Pado was completely stunned.

what's the situation?

what happens?

Just a moment ago, they were in the sanatorium warehouse, preparing to leave to purchase goods.

The next second, the world spun around, and everything changed.

Those dreamy, heterochromatic eyes blinked, light carrying external information through the lens and reflecting on the retina, clearly appearing in the mind.

An unfamiliar room.

Curtains, wooden table, recliner, food, water basin—yet the style was very strange. Pado had traveled all over the country but had never seen this kind of decor before.

It's definitely not Dusk Street.

What shocked Pato the most was the image reflected in the mirror in front of her.

The girl in the mirror looked exactly like her, except that her face was fair and smooth, without any dirt.

In a place like Twilight Street, hiding her naturally beautiful face with mud and grime is Pado's way of surviving.

A sexy black strapless top and black culottes reveal a large area of ​​soft skin, a level of exposure that is not a wise choice on a street at dusk.

Judging from the details of the clothing and the way the outfit was coordinated, this is not in the same league as what she wears cheap clothes.

That gold headdress on her head looks like something expensive!

Lifelike cat ear hair accessories.

And then there are those expensive-looking metal buckles on the leg rings.

Pado's eyes instantly turned into the shape of gold coins.

Wait... did the cat ear hair accessory move?

Pado's gaze suddenly fixed on the top of her head in the mirror, where her cat ears were trembling slightly uncontrollably, reflecting her shock.

A similarly fluffy cat tail swayed restlessly beside her.

What she found most dreamlike was...

In her arms, she held a baby who also had cat ears and a cat tail.

"Mommy~"

The little one's babbling almost melted Paddy's heart, but what followed was a chilling sensation that shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Mother?

Call me?

who am I?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Pado was caught up in the three ultimate philosophical questions about life, and her brain completely shut down.