“It was just dealing with a few punks and thugs.”
“You okay?” Evin’s mouth fell open, clearly shocked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Those guys only ended up in the hospital for a few months.”
She was asking if you’re okay, you know.
For a moment, I didn’t even know what to roast first.
But Evin clearly wasn’t paying attention to Cecilia’s answer and pressed on. “So there was definitely a second time, right?”
“The second was manageable—just some low-level gang. The controlled blades were a bit troublesome.” Cecilia took a bite of her shaved ice, savoring it. “But the strawberry milkshake flavor was great.”
“Third time, third time?”
Evin cupped her cheeks, looking exactly like an otaku waiting for the next episode drop.
“That was probably the time I helped the local police catch the traitor who’d fled. Running off with a handgun was excessive, and Father not telling Mother I wanted strawberry pudding was also excessive.”
“Wow, anything else?”
“The fourth was probably kidnapping the gang boss and delivering him to Uncle… Aunt made me a triple-layer apple pie that time.”
Are desserts really that motivating? And aren’t your relatives going a little overboard?!
Seeing the conversation veering toward large-scale shootouts, assassinations, and long-range sniping, I immediately stood up and slapped the table, stopping this everyday VRMMO novel from turning into military fiction.
When both of them looked at me, I quickly collected their empty shaved ice cups and the spoons they were still chewing on, dumping them in the sink.
“So, as agreed, let’s go put up the wallpaper.”
I clapped my hands with a bright smile.
But that radiant smile was quickly ruined by a certain someone.
Evin put on a “can’t be helped” expression and tried to pull me into a comforting hug. “Aww, is An An jealous? Don’t worry—my heart belongs only to you forev— ”
I countered with a crossface lock.
“Guh, wrong, wrong…”
“Is wallpapering something like hanging hunted animal pelts and heads on the wall?” Cecilia wondered aloud.
A whole wall of animal skins—forget nightmares at night; we’d get hauled off by the police for questioning first.
Cold sweat poured down my back as I hurriedly explained, “No, no—it’s just sticking patterned paper onto the walls.”
“Aunt Anrou and the others aren’t back yet, so we can start by mixing the paste and cutting the wallpaper…”
As I explained, I led her into my room.
“Oh, I see. Something this simple—leave it to me. You don’t need to worry.”
She didn’t seem to listen at all.
“Eh, but…”
Before I could say more, Cecilia pushed me out of the room. Only then did I realize her strength was no joke.
“Since I’ve already promised you, I won’t let you down.” Cecilia flashed an OK sign, then shut the door without another word.
I stood there stunned.
Evin strolled up from behind, hands behind her head. “It’ll be fine, An An. She’ll definitely come begging for help soon. There’s no way we can handle this alone.”
Looking at Evin’s confident gaze, I knew exactly which issue she was fixated on.
After all, Cecilia wasn’t much taller than us.
“She’s pretty capable—maybe she’ll finish it in no time.” I tilted my head, suddenly remembering the tea party from earlier.
It felt like my brain had just witnessed a full-blown mafia shootout.
“Hmph, kids always exaggerate. I was just pretending to be a good listener earlier.”
Evin pouted, clearly annoyed that I thought so highly of Cecilia, but then she changed the subject. “Though it does seem like Cecilia’s family is… kinda unusual.”
I nodded. That deadpan delivery didn’t feel like joking, and the details were too specific.
But those later missions completed for desserts sounded way too far-fetched. Honestly, no one would believe a ten-year-old girl could pull off stuff like that.
Just as I zoned out, the door in front of me suddenly swung open.
“Hah, couldn’t hold out and came begging already? I overestimated you.” Evin smirked, though paired with her cute face, it was more comical than anything.
Cecilia glanced at Evin in confusion, then turned back to me and gestured into the room. “This is my first time doing something like this. I’m not sure if it meets your standards.”
“It’s okay, we can—” I started to reassure her.
But when I saw every wall perfectly covered—smooth, flat, not a single wrinkle even in the corners—I had no idea what expression to make.
Even with my limited experience, I knew this was way beyond normal skill.
Evin, following me in, looked shocked too, though her focus was different. “Impossible! How did you reach the top?!”
Curious, I turned to Cecilia as well.
And then…
Cecilia pulled two extendable drones and a remote control from under her skirt.
“Damn it, high-tech cheating!” Evin zeroed in on the gadgets.
“…Where exactly did you pull those from???” My attention was on the method. I stared at the skirt under her hooded shirt. “Wait—don’t tell me the combat knife earlier was stored in your skirt too?”
Cecilia nodded.
“I think you also mentioned… smoke bombs… tri-edged spikes…” I swallowed hard.
As I spoke, Cecilia pulled out more items from her skirt—every single one banned contraband. “Anything else you’d like to see?”
“You don’t have a rocket launcher in there too, do you?” Evin stared at Cecilia’s skirt like it was a certain blue robotic cat’s fourth-dimensional pocket.
“Of course not. Something like that wouldn’t fit.” Cecilia shook her head.
For some reason, I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe my crumbling worldview had finally stopped falling apart.
“I do have cluster grenades, though. Want to see?”
The silver-haired loli pulled out a massive “lollipop” from her skirt.
How the hell does that even fit?!
My mouth hung open. Suddenly, those supposedly impossible missions for a ten-year-old girl didn’t seem so impossible anymore.
…No, this wasn’t a little girl anymore. This was a walking mini-arsenal.
“So why do you keep all this stuff under your skirt…?”
Having somewhat accepted the mafia-family background and weapon-training setup, my only remaining urge was to roast the storage location.
“Is there a problem?” Cecilia looked genuinely puzzled. Only now did she finally seem like an innocent little loli.
“That’s a girl’s skirt we’re talking about…”
That dreamy, mysterious domain already had enough terror with the existence of safety shorts.
“But Mother told me every girl’s skirt should hide deadly weapons.”
“…”
“Huh, does Cecilia’s mom like trap doujin or something—ow!”
…
TL NOTE: Mini After-Scenes (aka author got lazy)
SCENE 1
Introducing Cecilia to Aunt Anrou and Aunt Yuyu. After dinner together, I offered to walk her home, only to be told it wasn’t necessary.
“I live upstairs.”
“Eh?”
“Twenty-fifth floor.”
“…I see.”
My worldview had already shattered too much today, so accepting yet another coincidence was surprisingly easy.
SCENE 2
After dinner, Aunt Anrou and Aunt Yuyu were about to help out, only to see the wallpaper in my room already perfectly done.
“Eh, I thought you three would just handle the decorations…”
“Wait, you three actually managed to do it?”
“Because someone had big treasures hidden under her skirt.”
“…Uh, did you call a boy over to help?”
“No, Cecilia’s just that amazing.”
SCENE 3
Me: Is a character like this really suitable for a laid-back VRMMO novel?
Evin: What? Isn’t this a heartbreaking romance story… ow…
Cecilia: As long as it’s fun, readers won’t mind the details.
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