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Mo Mo then lowered his hand, but the pebbles floating in front of him were still there, each pebble surrounded by white light, as if they had become a barrier protecting Mo Mo.

"..."

The giant steampunk robot seemed to realize that its attack was ineffective against Momo, and a sound like an electrical disturbance suddenly appeared, as if it was saying something.

Momo frowned; clearly, he couldn't understand what the robot was saying.

At that moment, Best, who had been keeping his head down and clutching his hat without moving, suddenly cried out in alarm, "No!"

However, it was too late when Best spoke. The steampunk robot raised its fists, gray flames burning on them, and then those fists shot towards Momo like missiles.

In terms of speed alone, this attack wasn't even as fast as the previous jet punch, and theoretically, its power shouldn't be very great. However, when Mo Mo looked at the gray flames burning on his fist, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Without attempting to fight back, Mo Mo's feet were enveloped in white light, which made him feel much lighter. With a light leap, he flew more than ten meters horizontally, moving with high-speed mobility.

The pair of fists burning with flames first touched the rubble defense array that Mo Mo had just set up. There was no collision or sound as expected. All the rubble was swept away by the gray flames and burned clean in the air.

Not a single ash remained; it seemed the flames were enough to burn anything away completely, utterly erasing its existence.

exist?

Mo Mo stared at the burning flames, at the fists that had broken through the rubble defense and turned in mid-air to chase after him, seemingly with a built-in tracking function, and his heart skipped a beat.

Flames...exist?

Could this be them...?

"Woof, stop right there!"

Best finally turned around, his eyes red and swollen beneath his hood, revealing a dejected face to Momo.

At this moment, Best seemed to disregard his own exposure and gave orders to the giant robot behind him, which continued to emit an electric mechanical sound as if responding to Best.

However, the robot showed no sign of stopping; in fact, its long, fiery fists, equipped with tracking capabilities, gradually accelerated, even surpassing the speed of its previous jet punch.

"A servant who doesn't listen to his master is no good dog."

Mo Mo sighed from afar, then lightly swept his fingers across the pebbles beneath the robot's feet. Suddenly, white light wrapped around the pebbles, which then floated up and, at high speed, crashed into the robot's slender knees.

With a few loud "bangs," the cement blocks shattered upon impact with the robot's armor. The robot's seemingly slender knees possessed a defensive capability completely disproportionate to their size.

However, although it failed to damage the robot's armor, the impact of the broken cement blocks seemed to be quite strong, causing the robot to stagger. Its two fiery fists, which had been chasing Mo Mo relentlessly, also lost their aim and drifted far away from Mo Mo's direction.

Momo finally stopped and looked at the robot master and servant with great interest.

"Enough! I told you, stop!"

At this moment, Best once again loudly gave the order, saying, "Do you expect me to personally make you stop?"

The giant robot finally stopped moving. The flames on its fiery fists went out, and the chains that had been binding its fists pulled back to its wrists.

The incomprehensible mechanical voices rang out again, but Best seemed to understand them and shook her head.

"I know you're protecting me, but if I need your protection for something as small as this, then haven't I grown at all over the years?"

"Come back, I'll handle all of this myself. Don't worry, no one can really hurt me."

The giant robot murmured, but ultimately obeyed Best's command, turning into flames and returning to Best's body, becoming metal rings.

With the danger averted, Momo walked step by step toward Best, toward the girl whose mystery was now gradually being unveiled.

"Best, what should I call you now? The Crimson Apostle, or the Crimson Demon King? Could it be... you're a guiding god?"

Author's Note:

First update

068 A Difficult Start to a Trust Relationship

Best looked at Momo calmly, neither denying nor confirming Momo's guess, seemingly intending to use this attitude to get by and avoid discussing her own origins.

However, Mo Mo did not intend to let this opportunity slip by, saying, "The flames of the Crimson World do not burn matter, but the very existence of things. They can burn everything completely and thoroughly from the root. The flames from that robot just now had that kind of power."

"Although I don't know how you came to Academy City, the characteristics of the Crimson World are too obvious. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that other forces could do this, but the only one I can think of right now is the Crimson World."

"Best, are you a Crimson Lord or a Crimson Apostle? That imposing robot just now, that must have been your Phosphorus, right? Oh, right, I might be wrong. Or maybe you're a Flame Haze? But wait, can Flame Haze use Phosphorus?"

Ignoring Best's cold gaze, Momo continued to approach Best, and when he reached Best's side, he naturally raised his hand and reached for Best's hood.

It seems he's about to pat Best's head again.

The metal rings on Best's body ignited with a faint grayish-brown flame, seemingly warning Momo to stop his reckless behavior.

Momo seemed to have taken the warning to heart, placing his hand just one centimeter away from Best's hood and stopping it in mid-air.

Momo looked at his hand, and Best also looked at Momo's hand, at the hand that was suspended in the air, unsure whether to touch it.

"Now that I think about it," Momo suddenly changed the subject, "recalling the feeling just now, it seemed like there was some strange, elastic thing under the hood, and it would subconsciously jiggle. What was that?"

Upon hearing this, Best seemed to finally be struck by lightning. His body trembled, and he covered his head with both hands again, saying, "If you dare touch me again, I'll kill you!"

"I do not believe."

Mo Mo smiled slightly and said, "There was no murderous intent in your words, only a warning, which means that even if I really touched you, you would only..."

As Momo spoke, he did as he spoke, his hand reaching for Best's hood. Best's pupils contracted, and he said, "Stop!"

This time, Best's words seemed to carry a certain mystical charm. A faint grayish-brown flame rose from her body, while Momo's hand was frozen in mid-air by some invisible force.

Neither pressing down nor lifting up, it seemed that Momo had been imprisoned the moment Best uttered his voice.

"This is truly... an astonishing power."

Momo smiled as he looked at his bound hands, then at the grayish-brown flames enveloping Best's body, and said, "Based on my limited knowledge of the Crimson World, it seems that only the power of the Guiding God has such a close relationship with language. Could it be that you are really the Guiding God? No, I suddenly remembered that the color of the flames is wrong. The flames of the Guiding God are pure white."

Best remained silent. After a few seconds of silence, Momo said, "I understand."

Is it because you don't trust me?

A layer of white light enveloped Mo Mo's bound hands. With this light, Mo Mo's power increased many times over, far exceeding the limit of power that an ordinary person could possess.

However, even though Momo's hands began to tremble from exerting force, Best's restraints showed no sign of wavering.

"As expected of the power of existence, it's not something that ordinary forces can easily shake. Alright, alright, I surrender, so can you let me go?"

"Although we don't have much of a trust relationship, at least we're not enemies right now, right?"

This time, Best seemed to finally listen to Momo, nodding slightly as the flames on his body dissipated, and Momo's hands were freed.

Mo Mo curled his fingers, looking at Best in front of him with some difficulty. If Best, who possessed superhuman strength and core secrets, continued to refuse to communicate with Mo Mo using this simplest yet most effective method, then what lay before Mo Mo was nothing but a lump of iron.

Moreover, if the other party is not human, how should one start a conversation with them?

Although Best may look no different from a human, her true nature might be that of a colossal being from the Crimson World, and she might not even be humanoid.

Mo Mo fell into deep thought. So, it really is necessary to establish a basic relationship of trust?

"Since you don't want to talk to me, then I'll ask you a question. Can you answer me with a nod? If you don't want to answer, then stay silent. You can also remain silent about things you think I shouldn't know."

“Best, since we’re not enemies, there’s room for communication. Whether you’re taking care of me, watching over me, or monitoring me, even just having a few casual words would be better than the current situation, wouldn’t it?”

"You may never consider me a partner, but being a casual acquaintance for a chat is a good option too, isn't it?"

This time, it seemed that Momo's words had convinced Best, and she nodded slightly.

Best nodded, and Momo smiled. They had finally reached a basic consensus. So how could they start from this consensus and expand their gains?

"The first question."

Momo raised a finger, bent down to look Best in the eye, and said, "You need to think about this carefully and then answer me. This is a very important question, and it is the foundation for establishing a consensus between the two of us."

Hearing Momo speak so solemnly, Best blinked, as if a hint of curiosity had arisen within him.

This gave Mo Mo a bit more confidence. No matter what Best's true form was, she had a strong human quality about her.

that's enough.

"I'm going to talk about the first question."

"Ask a question!"

Mo Mo suddenly stood up, pointed to the windowless building in the distance, and said, "Was that upside-down man we just saw a pervert?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Best's calm face. He looked at the tall buildings in the distance, then at Mo Mo's serious face, seemingly unable to grasp the meaning behind Mo Mo's question.

Instead of paying attention to his own origins, the secrets of the Crimson World, or his current situation, Momo was more concerned about whether Aleister was a pervert.

How should I answer this question?

Best had subconsciously skipped the question of whether or not to answer, and was instead thinking about how to answer.

Is Aleister a pervert?

First, to determine whether someone is abnormal, we need to consider what constitutes normal human behavior and whether this person's behavior conforms to normal human behavior.

Does Aleister conform to normal human behavior?

Clothing, food, shelter, transportation, language, spirit, and desires—none of these seem to qualify as normal human behavior, or even as human beings at all. This is a question mark.

This question... clearly Momer knows it's pointless, but why did he do it?

"Hey, Best, don't hesitate. If you've confirmed you can answer this question, then give me the answer directly!"

Momo urged again, and Best, who was still confused, finally nodded slightly after confirming that the question could not reveal any secrets and had nothing to do with her mission.

"Oh, you nodded. So you also think Aleister is a pervert, right?"

Best continued to nod, but Momo seemed unsatisfied and said, "So, Miss Best, could you please utter a single word? Just a little 'yes' would be enough. Come, come, tell me quietly, is Aleister a pervert?"

Best looked at Momo with a strange expression, completely baffled as to why Momo was so insistent on this. However, she ultimately nodded and said, "Yes."

"What is it?"

"He's a pervert."

Who is the pervert?

"Aleister".

"Put them all together and tell me loudly!"

"Aleister is a pervert... Ah!"

After uttering the words "Aleister is a pervert," Best seemed to realize something, instinctively covering his mouth and then looking somewhat embarrassed at the windowless building.

Now Best understood that Momo was just trying to get her to talk. Momo's goal wasn't to target the sensitive parts of their current relationship; he just wanted her to open up.