Chapter 173 : Lu Mo… she might be using you!

Lu Mo walked toward Bad Jimmy.

She had thought that when she got close to Bad Jimmy, he would hiss at her or something.

But after seeing her, Bad Jimmy neither hissed nor picked up the bird and ran. Instead, he slowly stood up and ran away.

Lu Mo was stunned.

“Eh?”

’No hissing?’

’Is it because this level of Jimmy doesn’t dare hiss at me?’

That said, this orange cat seemed kind of dumb. Could it really catch birds with that IQ?

Something felt off to Lu Mo, but she couldn’t put her finger on what.

“Forget it, saving the bird is what matters.”

She said this, then quickly walked over to where the bird lay.

It seemed to be a fledgling—plump and small.

To be honest, it looked more like a little fat chick than a bird.

Its feathers had just barely grown in, their color somewhere between yellow and light red.

Because Bad Jimmy had been playing with it, its feathers were completely ruffled and many had fallen out, leaving it looking rather messy.

“Its wing is bleeding… it looks like it might even be broken…”

Lu Mo saw the fledgling’s drooping wing, along with the wound on it, where blood was seeping out little by little.

For some reason, her heart suddenly ached for the fledgling.

She bent down, carefully ready to scoop it up.

Whether it sensed her kindness or was simply too weak to resist, the fledgling didn’t struggle at all when Lu Mo reached out.

It just let her cup it in her palms, lifting it gently.

At that moment, she could feel its meaty texture and its trembling body.

It was so fragile.

So fragile that if she applied even a little pressure, she might crush it.

’If I set it free in this state, it definitely won’t survive, will it?’

Lu Mo gave a helpless smile.

She made a decision and spoke aloud.

“I’ll set it free once it can fly again.”

Looking at the little yellow chick… no, the little fat bird in her palms.

“Since it’s like this, I’ll take it back and raise it for a while.”

“Poor little thing…”

She sighed again, gently smoothing down the fledgling’s ruffled feathers with her finger, then turned to head back.

Her figure grew distant.

A few minutes passed, and the orange cat’s dazed eyes gradually regained some clarity.

As if it had just been freed from some controlled state.

“Meow!”

Only then did it let out a loud cry, suddenly leaping up and performing a backflip in the air.

Just like before it had been controlled.

It… had seen something extremely terrifying.

At the same time.

Koman finally found his words, gathered his courage, and caught up to Cecilia.

“Saintess!”

He stopped a respectful distance behind Cecilia.

“Please, Saintess, hold on—”

Hearing Koman’s voice, Cecilia gradually paused and turned around.

“You are?”

She asked.

No matter how many times he saw her, Koman was always stunned by her pure, flawless appearance and sacred, ethereal aura.

His breath caught, and a sense of shame flickered in his heart.

He bowed to Cecilia again.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Koman, Koman Thrassyll.”

“I apologize for disturbing you, Saintess.”

“Thrassyll?”

Cecilia spoke.

She recalled that this was the family Lu Mo belonged to in her current life.

“Yes, Thrassyll.”

“Lu Mo and I both come from the Thrassyll family.”

“Then, Koman, what did you call me for?”

Since he was from the Thrassyll family, Cecilia felt she should at least show some courtesy.

She knew Lu Mo had no talent for cultivation in this life, was unknown within the family, and might even have been bullied by some.

But she wasn’t clear on Lu Mo’s specific attitude toward the Thrassyll family.

Nor did she know this man’s relationship with her.

’Whatever the case, I’ll keep smiling.’

Thinking this, Cecilia gave Koman a smile.

The smile eased some of Koman’s tension.

“Saintess, the reason I came to you is to tell you something about Lu Mo.”

“Something about Lu Mo?”

Hearing that it involved Lu Mo, a peculiar light flickered in Cecilia’s eyes.

Her antenna twitched twice.

“Does the Saintess have a moment now?”

“Speak freely.”

With Cecilia’s permission, Koman grew bolder and quickly spoke.

“Actually, Lu Mo isn’t really a member of the main Thrassyll bloodline.”

“She comes from a ruined branch of the Thrassyll family.”

“By chance, the main branch discovered her.”

Hearing this, a glint of sorrow flashed in Cecilia’s eyes.

She could almost see Lu Mo’s miserable childhood—days full of sadness and pain.

’Lu Mo… she’s suffered all these years…’

’It’s all my fault for being useless.’

’If only I could have found her sooner…’

Koman continued.

“Even though her bloodline was impure and she had not a single shred of talent for cultivation, the main branch still raised her.”

“They took pity on her, brought her into the family, and gave her the chance to attend school.”

“They even arranged an engagement for her future…”

An… engagement?!

Engagement?!

Cecilia’s antenna shot straight up the next second!

When was this decided?

What was this guy babbling about?

Why didn’t she know anything about it?

Did she give permission?

Did he… deserve it?

A torrent of extremely complex emotions surged in Cecilia’s heart.

Shock.

Confusion.

Rage.

And also… madness!

The space around her began to destabilize.

As if some terrifying realm power was about to erupt at any moment, leveling everything nearby.

She wanted to find out exactly what this so-called engagement was!

For a moment, she had the impulse to directly perform a soul search on Koman.

But because she couldn’t reveal her identity, she forced herself to hold back.

“The family paved the way for her future, didn’t they—that’s doing more than enough for her, right?”

Since Cecilia restrained herself, Koman didn’t notice anything unusual.

“Maybe because she experienced family upheaval as a child, or maybe because she had no talent at all.”

“Lu Mo has always been introverted and withdrawn.”

“Sometimes, we worried about her state and wanted to care for her more.”

“But—”

Koman pretended to care about Lu Mo and sighed.

Cecilia murmured in a voice only she could hear.

“Lu Mo…”

She bit her lip, tears glistening in the corner of her eyes.

Then Koman changed his tone, his voice tinged with anger.

“When Lu Mo came to Cangyu Academy and left the family.”

“I discovered…”

“She doesn’t seem as introverted and honest on the surface as she appears.”

“Eh?”

Cecilia let out a curious hum.

Koman looked solemnly at Cecilia and spoke seriously.

“Saintess, do you know?”

“Lu Mo…”

“She might be using you!”