I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

"Okay, chirp~" Margaret responded cheerfully, carefully writing the order down in her notebook. "Stay tuned, chirp!"

"Thank you for your hard work." Phoebe smiled slightly, took out a small purse and placed it on the counter. "This is the money for the pizza."

After saying that, she turned to Duanmu Yan and waved gently, "Mr. Duanmu, I still have some matters to attend to at the guild, so I'll take my leave now. Tomorrow... be sure to meet me at the agreed place!"

“Of course,” Duanmu Yan replied with a smile, “I’ve been looking forward to Phoebe’s invitation.”

Just as the girl turned to leave, he suddenly seemed to remember something: "Wait, Phoebe."

"What's wrong, Mr. Duanmu?" The girl turned around in response, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

"Could you please help me investigate someone? Her name is Kathija."

“Kathishia…” Phoebe repeated softly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, “A name I’ve never heard of before. But since it’s Mr. Duanmu’s request, I’ll go to the archives to look it up when I get back to the monastery.”

"Please, Phoebe."

Volume 1: Chapter 116 Cantrella's Temptation

The wind gently parted the curtains.

Sunlight, blown in by the wind, spilled onto the floor.

Time, invisible and colorless, flows on second by second.

He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and as a ray of bright light pierced through, the dark and chaotic world became bright.

—It was another peaceful day.

Duanmu Yan rubbed his messy, sleep-grown hair and lazily grabbed the terminal from the bedside table. The screen lit up, and two unread messages were quietly waiting for him.

One message was from Miss Coleta, and the other was from Phoebe.

Koleta's message came two hours ago.

Koleta: [Are you awake? Nothing special planned for today, get some rest. By the way... are you coming over tonight?]

Koleta: [Just kidding. It's not possible right now. There are too many family matters; our plans... will have to be postponed for a while.]

Finally, I attached a photo—taken this morning when the second young lady had just woken up.

Although she was just taking a casual selfie in the photo and her clothes weren't exactly revealing, the silk nightgown loosely outlined her shoulder line, and the hem spread out soft folds around her legs.

The morning light bathed her fair skin, making her seem as if she were enveloped in a hazy halo.

Is Miss Er deliberately trying to seduce me?

Koleta: [Is it good? If it is... well, you'll have to wait and see.]

No, Niu Niu nodded.

I wanted to let loose, but unfortunately the second young lady wasn't around.

Now, besides his own hands, all he has left is Abu.

But what about Abu...?

Well, forget it.

After all, I'm neither a Fury fan nor a Titan who's been to the Grim Reaper.

/ー“Ugh—!”

The sound mark on the back of his hand flashed by.

Abu emerged from inside, yawning and stretching.

"Good morning."

"I'm so hungry, shouldn't I have breakfast?"

It rubbed its eyes with its little paws, then suddenly seemed to sense something and shrank back alertly.

"Why do I feel like... there's something off about the way you're looking at me?"

"You're overthinking it." Duanmu Yan casually shifted his gaze, tapped his fingertip, and opened the message Phoebe had sent an hour ago.

Phoebe: [Good morning, Mr. Duanmu.]

Phoebe: [Regarding the name you asked me to verify yesterday, I carefully reviewed the scriptures after returning to the order and indeed found relevant records.]

Phoebe: [As for more information, let's talk about it in detail when we meet tonight.]

...They actually found it?

He had almost given up hope.

After all, the only clue about that mysterious girl right now is her name. He knows nothing about where she is or what kind of place it is.

However, since he had promised to see her, he would definitely keep his promise.

"So—what are we going to eat for breakfast?" Abu sat on the pillow, his little face full of anticipation.

"What would you like to eat?" Duanmu Yan sat up and stretched his shoulders.

"Barbecue! I want to eat barbecue!"

"Who eats barbecue so early in the morning..."

"Then... how about tomato and beef stew noodles?"

"Okay. I'll leave after I've finished washing up."

"And tonight?" Abu asked, swaying as he did so.

"Tonight..." Duanmu Yan paused, "I'm going to meet Phoebe and have pizza together."

"Pizza? That sounds good! How about tomorrow?"

"Let's go together tomorrow..."

……

……

The morning light was just right, and a gentle breeze was blowing through the streets.

Duanmu Yan walked into a restaurant with authentic local flavors, a place he often had lunch with Zanni back when he was a corporate slave.

Of course, he is still a wage earner.

only……

Now she's practically "custom-made" by the second young lady.

—I have to say, she's really enjoying this life of luxury.

Duanmu Yan picked up the menu and skillfully ordered two bowls of tomato beef stew noodles. Just then, a faint, delicate aroma wafted over.

Unlike ordinary fragrances, this one has a subtle and elegant aroma...

It inexplicably makes me feel at ease.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

Just then, an elegant female voice rang out.

Duanmu Yan subconsciously looked up at the woman who had somehow appeared by the table, like a jellyfish adrift in an abyss.

Elegant, yet deadly.

—Cantrella.

The head of the Fesari family.

"Miss Cantrella."

Duanmu Yan's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the woman in front of him with disbelief.

Although this was not their first meeting, they had been in contact before.

But the thought of those rumors about her still made him a little wary.

“It seems my young guest still remembers me.” Cantrella’s lips curved into an elegant smile as she calmly sat down opposite him. “It’s been a long time.”

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Duanmu Yan's tone was just right, neither overly enthusiastic nor overly indifferent, just like when he interacted with an ordinary person.

After all, his current identity is that of an employee of Everard Bank, and also Koleta Mortari's lover. The Mortari and Fesari families have been locked in a long-standing power struggle, and as someone close to the second young lady, he needs to be extremely careful in his words and actions when dealing with the head of the Fesari family.

“I’ve heard about your heroic deeds in Seven Hills, little guest.” Cantrella parted her red lips slightly, revealing a smile that exuded a queenly aura. “Truly astonishing. Facing the Black Tide’s creation without flinching, and even… devouring it.”

Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He never expected that Cantrell would know about this.

"How do you know?"

“After all, the Fesalie family has been rooted in Laguna for hundreds of years,” she replied calmly. “Our eyes and ears are everywhere in Lina Xita—whether it’s the Seven Hills or Lilyland.”

Duanmu Yan picked up his coffee and took a sip, using this action to calm himself before asking calmly, "I wonder if Miss Cantrell has something important to discuss with me?"

"Before we talk about this, has our little guest forgotten... our previous encounter at sea?"

Duanmu Yan nodded: "Of course, I will always remember the patriarch's life-saving grace."

Cantrela looked at him, her smile as serene as water: "In that case, I do have an important matter that I need your help with, young guest."

"..."

Duanmu Yan pursed his lips, a hint of hesitation in his expression.

He never liked to owe favors, but if someone who had been kind to him asked for a favor, he would never stand idly by.

But at this moment, the image of the second young lady involuntarily surfaced in his mind—

"Will the second young lady agree?"

Cantrela sat quietly at the table, her hand supporting her chin, her eyes gazing tenderly at the young man opposite her.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

“I know what you’re worried about. But please rest assured, I have no intention of harming the Motari family, nor do I have any intention of sowing discord. This really is just a small request.”

She leaned forward slightly, her fingertips still gently stroking her cheek, her elegant smile concealing a certain restless warmth that made Duanmu Yan's heart beat a little faster.

The two were so close that he could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from her—not a vulgar scent that simply aroused desire, but a kind of... more captivating provocation, as if his soul and every cell in his body were trembling slightly.

"The request came from Cantrela Fesari."

She whispered softly in his ear.

Volume 1: Chapter 117 Saintess Kathiya

Duanmu Yan agreed anyway.

He sat alone at the table, staring at the steaming bowl of tomato and beef stew in front of him, but did not move for a long time.

And what about Abu?

As usual, he was holding a bowl and enjoying his meal.

The seats opposite were already empty.

Cantrell has left.

"Then I will await your arrival at Portivino Castle."

"I'm really looking forward to this one-of-a-kind date between us."

This was the whisper Cantrellella left in his ear before she left.

"...I actually agreed." Duanmu Yan covered his face, took a deep breath, and sighed softly, "As the Second Miss's boyfriend, wasn't it too casual of me to do this?"

But the problem is...

I had no choice in this situation, did I?

After all, Cantrela had helped me before, and now that she needs my help, how could I just sit idly by?

If the second young lady knew the whole story...

Maybe, perhaps, possibly... they'll forgive me?

"Who was that pretty lady just now?" Abu asked, his words muffled as he wolfed down his food.