Chương 63: Lovely Ghostwriter

The broken calendar is about to scatter. But do not worry. When the pages gather again, the calendar will become whole. The young spider is absorbing the nourishment it needs to grow. Under your guidance, the spider will walk a different road. Soon, a small interlude will appear within the "family." For you, it should be nothing more than a noisy little song. Enjoy this time between acts. While you rest, you may travel east. Perhaps you will meet someone unexpected there.

"Master, Master! How is it? Neon learned how to tell fortunes now. Isn't Neon amazing?" Neon lay on the bed, looking at Aren with bright excitement. Aren had come to her room to prepare for the next stage of her training. Instead, the moment he entered, Neon pulled him over excitedly and asked for his personal information. Realizing that her ability, Lovely Ghostwriter, might have awakened, Aren cooperated and wrote down his name, birth date, and blood type.

The instant Neon received the information, her eyes lost focus. Through Gyo, Aren saw aura gather above her right hand. A green, ghostlike creature formed from that aura and guided her hand across the paper. When the prophecy poem was finished, the creature vanished. Neon's eyes slowly regained their usual brightness. Aren held the paper and read through it. The first half was clear enough. It described things that had already happened. The second half mentioned a small "family" interlude.

He did not know exactly what that meant, but neither the poem nor his own confidence made him particularly worried. Whatever came, he would meet it directly. His aura reserve was already close to two hundred thousand. As long as Netero himself did not appear, most problems could be smashed aside. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. The only part that truly caught his attention was the suggestion to travel east. An unexpected person.

'Should he go?' Aren's eyes flickered with thought.

"Master, Master! Are you listening to Neon?" When he remained silent for too long, Neon puffed her cheeks and shook his arm. Aren returned to himself, rubbed her small head, and praised her.

"Wow. Neon really is amazing. How did you do it? Can you tell me?" He was genuinely curious about how Lovely Ghostwriter had awakened. Neon immediately stood with her hands on her waist and lifted her chin proudly.

"Neon has really liked watching Galaxy Grandma these past few days, right? And Neon thought Galaxy Grandma was so cool." She tried to repeat what she remembered from the program.

"Fortune-telling exists to bring happiness to people, so I try to divine bad things as much as possible. If people know, they can work hard and stop the fortune from coming true." After saying it, she looked a little embarrassed.

"How is it? Isn't that really cool?" Looking at her lively expression, Aren smiled.

"Yes, yes. Very cool." Children were like this. When they talked about one thing, they could wander to another without noticing. In moments like that, the right thing was to follow along, respond, and then guide them back.

"Then, Neon, how did you do it yourself?"

"Um, um..." Neon tilted her head.

"Recently, when Neon sleeps, Neon keeps thinking that if Neon could tell fortunes too, Neon could help Master and Papa."

"Then when Neon woke up today, it went whoosh, and Neon knew how." She frowned, trying hard to explain the feeling.

"It was like... like something went pop inside Neon's head. Then Neon knew that if she wanted to tell a fortune, she needed to write down the person's name, birthday, and blood type on paper. Then... then she could write." Toward the end, she became a little anxious. The feeling was probably similar to Aren's instincts about his own body. She knew what to do, but she could not explain the source of that knowledge in detail. Information had simply appeared in her mind when the ability awakened.

Aren picked her up and soothed her.

"It's all right. I understand the general meaning." Then he looked into her eyes.

"Neon, this is your talent. Do you want to make your ability even stronger?" Aren had not yet decided how to trick Neon into accepting proper training. Her awakening gave him the perfect excuse. According to the prophecy poem, he would first encounter the "family" interlude, then travel east. That meant there was no need to rush. He could continue according to his original rhythm for now. The moment Neon heard that her ability could become stronger, her eyes lit up.

She was already very interested in the power that had just appeared.

"Yes! Neon wants to make her ability even more amazing!"

"Good. Starting tomorrow, I will train you properly. But think carefully, Neon. Once training begins, you cannot stop whenever you feel like it." As Aren spoke, it almost seemed as if a devil's tail were swaying behind him. Neon had no idea what she was about to face. She patted her chest with absolute confidence.

"Don't worry, Master. Neon has an ability now. Neon is very strong."

"Then let's pinky promise." Aren held out his little finger.

"Okay! Pinky promise!" Neon stretched out her own little finger, looking completely confident. The next morning, her pitiful sobs echoed through the villa's backyard.

"Wuuu... Master, Neon regrets it! Neon doesn't want to train anymore!" Aren sat on a lounge chair nearby, drinking milk tea while watching Neon struggle through the equipment he had prepared.

"No, Neon. We made a pinky promise yesterday. But if you finish this set, I'll give you another bag of the snack from earlier. How does that sound?" His voice was full of temptation. Neon, who had already stopped moving, froze. Training was miserable. But the snacks he made were so good. After struggling for a long time, she clenched her little fists and cried out,"Wuuu! Bad Master! You only know how to tempt Neon!" Then, with tears in her eyes, she started moving again. Aren laughed loudly from the lounge chair.