American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 251 The Capital: What Kind of Behavior! [Bonus Chapter]

After throwing the two wailing 'demon balls' to Selena.

Dior went straight back to his room, trying to have a moment of peace and quiet to deal with the work that had piled up recently.
Is it the increasingly chaotic game of Gotham? Or the secret on that USB drive that could unleash a storm? Or perhaps the ninjas lurking in the shadows have made a new move?
No, neither.

It's homework.

Yes, Dior hasn't done his homework for a month.

By the way, Clark used to write his homework for him at super speed, but lately Clark has been busy with his 'vigilante' life, and even his own homework is often failing.
Let alone helping him.

Taking a deep breath, Dior cast the world behind him, as if to dive into the ocean of knowledge.
but.
The noises coming from the room next door were like invisible threads, stubbornly entangling his thoughts as he tried to delve into the ocean of knowledge, dragging him back to the restless reality time and time again.

At first, it was just Selena muttering under her breath, a little annoyed, mixed with the clumsy sound of rocking the cradle.

Dior snorted and forced himself to focus his attention back on his homework.

But then
But Dante’s extremely piercing howl erupted once again.

This was followed by Virgil's even sharper whimper as he was caught in the blast, interspersed with Selena's almost tearful plea for help and the muffled thud of something being knocked over.

Dior's temple throbbed.

He tried to ignore it, his hand holding the fountain pen began to slide, but the sounds continued to haunt him like demonic whispers, constantly testing his already limited patience.

"Damn..."

He cursed under his breath, but ultimately couldn't resist standing up from his chair. With a heavy heart, he strode toward the door that was the source of the disaster.

"boom--!"

I pushed open the door to the nursery.

The sight before him made his lips twitch.

On the soft carpet, two little ones dressed in onesies somehow broke free from their swaddling clothes and cradles. Like two round, angry baby animals, their limbs were intertwined, and they were whimpering and trying to bite each other's cheeks and arms with their toothless gums.

It gnawed at the food while letting out even louder cries.

Selena, meanwhile, frantically tried to separate them, but was afraid of hurting the two soft little things by using too much force. Her posture was awkward, as if she were defusing an extremely unstable bomb, and her face was full of despair and helplessness.

Dior took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the irritation rising in his throat, and stepped inside.

"Can you do it or not?"

He coldly uttered a sentence, his disdain undisguised.

Selena looked up at the sound of his voice and saw him as if he were her savior. Tears welled up in her cat-like eyes: "I...I've never taken care of a human cub before!"

"When I was a child in the orphanage, the kids who were brought there... could basically run and jump... I've never seen anything like this... like this before..."

She looked at the two cubs on the ground who were still trying to bite each other, her voice growing softer and softer, full of grievance.

Dior paused slightly as he was about to bend over.

Gotham...

If it's an abandoned baby...

Ok
In such places, vulnerable newborns often don't even survive long enough to be sent to an orphanage.

He paused for a moment, said nothing more, and simply bent down deftly.

In stark contrast to Selena's clumsiness, Dior's movements were precise and efficient.

He grabbed Dante and Virgil under their armpits, one in each hand, and with a little force, easily separated the two tangled little guys.

The two demon balls, forcibly separated, were stunned for a moment, then burst into even louder cries, kicking their little legs in the air.

Dior didn't even flinch, as if he were already immune to this duet.

He first tucked Dante, who was crying even louder, into his arms, and then quickly checked Virgil's condition with his other hand, confirming that he was not really injured, but just covered in saliva from being bitten.

Then, a series of operations began very naturally.
He patted Dante's back to comfort him, checked his diaper, and then picked up the bottle that Selena had prepared, tested the temperature, and put it into Dante's wide-open mouth.

The crying stopped suddenly.

The nursery was instantly filled only with Virgil's angry whimpers and Selena's dumbfounded expression.

She stood aside, watching Dio handle the two troublesome cubs with a completely different efficiency than she had just done.

His face was expressionless, even bordering on impatient, yet every movement was perfectly timed, carrying a strange...skill.

This 'king' who could turn the tide in Gotham was now skillfully holding the baby, adjusting the angle of the bottle, and even had a free hand to wipe the drool off Virgil's face with his fingers. His movements, though not gentle, were exceptionally efficient.

Dior felt her gaze, but without looking up, he simply broke the silence with a few words:
"What are you standing there for? Go and clean up the floor."

"Oh"

Selena paused for a moment, then almost instinctively obeyed the command, turning around to tidy up the toys in the corner that had been damaged by the battle between the two cubs.

She crouched down and slowly gathered the blocks together, her movements somewhat mechanical, her mind clearly not on the present.

My gaze kept drifting involuntarily to the golden figure standing by the cradle.

He actually...can do these things...

So natural, so... skillful.

It seems like his daily life consists of feeding babies, burping them, and wiping their drool.

An indescribable feeling began to grow in her heart.

The air was filled with the faint sweet scent of milk powder, and the baby's crying gradually subsided.

Only the soft breathing of the two people remained in the room, along with the continued sound of rain outside the window.

After tidying up the blocks, Selena didn't get up immediately. Instead, she remained squatting and looked up at Dio with her head slightly tilted back.

The warm yellow light outlined the contours of his profile.

A few strands of golden hair fell down, softening their usual sharpness.

Dior seemed to sense her overly focused gaze and finally looked up at her.

Those scarlet pupils, under the light, didn't seem as cold as usual; instead, they resembled an alluring vintage wine, carrying a hint of languor after dealing with troublesome matters.

"What are you looking at?"

His voice was calm, but it seemed to have lost its previous sharpness.

Selena didn't flinch; instead, a very faint smile curved her lips.

“I just find it…surprising.” Her voice was softer than usual. “I never imagined that Gotham’s ‘King’ would be such a skilled…nanny.”

Dio snorted lightly, seemingly unconcerned by the nickname. His gaze returned to Dante, who was beginning to doze off in his arms, and he casually remarked, "What else can we do? Expect the two of them to grow up on their own?"

These words, though spoken so matter-of-factly, stirred something within Selena.

She stood up and slowly walked to his side.

I was so close I could almost feel his body heat.

"Do you need help?"

She asked softly, her voice carrying a gentleness she herself was unaware of.

"It seems unnecessary now."

Dior turned his head coldly, and their eyes met at a very close distance.

I could clearly see her eyelashes, wet with rain and not yet completely dry, and the complex, inscrutable emotion in her eyes—an emotion that could perhaps be described as 'soft'.

He didn't answer immediately, but just looked at her.

An invisible tension was quietly spreading in the air, subtly intertwining the warmth of the nursery with a certain adult ambiguity.

A few seconds later, he slowly looked away and gently placed the sleeping Dante back into the cradle.

"Didn't you say before that you grew up in an orphanage?" His tone was calm, revealing little emotion. "Tell me about it."

Dior paused, then added a remark in his typical sarcastic style:
"Just think of it as telling me a bedtime story."

Selena was caught off guard by his sudden question while she was immersed in that subtle atmosphere, and instinctively raised her eyebrows.

“Oh?” She drew out her words, her voice returning to its usual languid tone. “I didn’t expect His Majesty the ‘King’ to have a penchant for listening to stories of the past? What, Gotham’s nightlife is no longer enough for you, and you’ve started to get interested in melodramas?”

"A melodrama?"

Dior repeated, a cold smile playing on his lips, "I'm just curious, what kind of place could raise a wild cat like you... with such skill and such a constant source of trouble."

Selena met his gaze and could sense his undeniable curiosity.

She remained silent for a few seconds. A flash of lightning streaked across the window, briefly illuminating his expressionless face and the complex emotions in her eyes.

She suddenly laughed, not the fake laugh she had shown before, but a laugh that carried a hidden provocation.

"Alright, since Your Majesty wishes to hear..."

She shrugged, her tone light, but her gaze drifted to the dark, rainy night outside the window. "That's not some beautiful fairy tale."

"It's nothing more than...fighting, pretending, and...learning when to show your claws and when to tuck your tail between your legs and run away."

She spoke casually, but behind every word lay countless cold, hungry, or fearful nights.

But at least.
This stormy night, however, was no longer so unbearable.

In the middle of the night, Shen Du was awakened by a faint noise.

Or rather, it was his overly active nature, his constant desire to have fun, and especially his urge to annoy Dior, that kept him awake at night.

He glanced at Salafir, who was fast asleep on the lower bunk, and Kayla, who was curled up on the floor like a white wolf, fast asleep.
He nodded and silently floated up.

Like a weightless ghost, it silently opens the door and glides down the corridor.

It floated straight toward the door of Dior's room.

He has developed an upgraded version of the 'Sound and Image Recall Spell'.
It can not only record sound, but also capture brief moments of motion.

The problem now is finding a place to test it.
Carefully push open a crack in someone's room.
Shen Du peered closer, holding his breath as he observed.

However.
"Huh?" The room was empty.

The bed was neatly made, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Shen Du was stunned, and the smug smile on his little face instantly vanished.

Wouldn't all his carefully prepared magic have been wasted?

I originally wanted to find some evidence to send to my dad.
He sighed in frustration, and could only close the door ajar, like a deflated balloon. Helplessly, he turned around, ready to drift back to his room.

Can.
Just as he passed the door of Dante and Virgil's nursery, the faint sounds of conversation coming from inside made him abruptly stop his floating body.

The door was not closed completely, leaving a gap for ventilation.

The main lights weren't on inside; only a dim nightlight emitted a soft glow.

He heard the woman's slightly languid voice:

"...Be gentle...this...is uncomfortable..."

Then came Diona's suppressed, impatient voice:
"Don't move... just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

This was followed by the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, and the woman gasping for breath.
Shen Du: "!!!"

The little boy, who was floating in the air, froze instantly.

No longer caring about any sound or image retention spells, the god, in an almost disheveled manner, quickly drifted away from that "place of trouble" without looking back.

Back in my room, back on the top bunk, I quietly buried myself under the covers.

What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this!

He chewed on the word repeatedly in the darkness, as if it were some kind of exorcism spell, until his consciousness drifted into a deep sleep amidst confusion and shame.

Inside the nursery.

Dior finally changed Dante's diaper, and with his back to Selena, he breathed a barely audible sigh of relief.

"As expected of you, Dior," Selena patted her chest with lingering fear as she watched the chubby little guy being carefully placed back into the cradle. "You're amazing..."

"I thought they might be uncomfortable being hugged like that."

But seriously

Selena stretched lazily, her beautiful curves faintly visible in the dim light. "Taking care of these two little ones is more tiring than dodging the police in Gotham."

"Oh right, where were we?" She yawned, then eagerly picked up the previous topic again: "Was it my first meeting with Diana?"

She then continued her rambling tales of the orphanage.

Until some point, the voice completely disappeared.

She tilted her head to one side, rested her head on the soft back of the chair, and drifted off to sleep.

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the curtains.

The raindrops, falling on the nursery, dispelled the gloom of the night and brought the hustle and bustle of a new day.

Selena groggily opened her eyes and rubbed her slightly sore neck.

She glanced instinctively to the other side of the room and found Dio sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, seemingly still asleep.

The normally sharp outline appeared much softer in sleep.

A mischievous thought quietly surfaced.

Selena tiptoed to her feet, moved closer to Dior, and smiled slyly.

She pulled out a bright red lipstick from somewhere, skillfully twisted out the lipstick, and applied it evenly to her lips, leaving an alluring lip print.

Then, she turned around, held her breath, and prepared to imprint the mark.
"What do you want to do?"

Dio opened his eyes without warning, his pupils clear and calm, without the slightest trace of sleepiness, and stared straight at her who was so close to him.

Selena froze, her smile vanished, and she awkwardly straightened up, instinctively trying to hide the lipstick behind her back.

"No...nothing..."

However, her hand touched nothing.

Where is my lipstick?
She froze, looking down at her empty hands.

But at that moment, Dior had already stood up, clearly not intending to give her time to think.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" He straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, his tone returning to its usual indifference. "The storm has passed, it's time for you to go back to Gotham. Go."

“But not now…” Selena’s thoughts were interrupted, “The storm has stopped?”

Only then did she belatedly look out the window.

Sure enough, the torrential rain and wind that nearly blew the roof off last night had vanished without a trace, replaced by a clear blue sky and bright, almost blinding sunshine.

The farm was bathed in a golden light at dawn, peaceful yet full of life.

She instinctively wanted to refute Dior.

The storm has just passed, and road conditions may still be very bad.
But he swallowed those words back down.

His stance was clearly firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Nodding, Selena suppressed the disappointment in her heart that she herself didn't want to delve into, and tried to make her voice sound as relaxed as usual: "Okay... let's go back then."

The two left the nursery and went into the hallway.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw two small figures standing not far away.

It is Salafir and the City of Gods.

Selena remembered Dior mentioning it.

In a good mood, she flashed a bright smile and waved to the two little ones: "Good morning!"

“I am Selena Kyle, and you must be Salafir and the God of the Capital?”

Salafir blinked shyly, scratched her head, and whispered, "Hello, Sister Selena..."

But when he mustered the courage to raise his head and look at Selena's face...
The little boy's expression instantly changed from shy to extremely strange. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back. In the end, he just quickly lowered his head and his shoulders shrugged slightly.

"Bye-bye, Sister Selena," Salafir managed to say. "Come visit again anytime."

Shen Du didn't even raise his head, as if there was only air in the corridor.

He merely let out a barely audible snort with a nasal tone, then turned and drifted away like a ghost, leaving Selena with a cold, indifferent back of his head.

Goodbye, little ones.

After saying goodbye to Salafir, and seeing that even the gods didn't want to pay attention to her, Selena naturally wouldn't make a fool of herself. She shrugged, said nothing more, and continued walking out with Dio.

As she reached the door, watching Dioli step onto the silver Harley, she couldn't help but tease him again, trying to regain some ground: "Aren't we going to have breakfast before we leave?"

"Actually, I can cook!"

Dior started the engine, not even bothering to glance at her, and snorted coldly, "I don't want to eat burnt fish or canned food stolen from somewhere first thing in the morning."

Selena was taken aback, pouted, and resignedly sat in the back seat.

iceberg.

Although it was still early, the club had already begun preparations for the new day.

Now, the increasingly robust Rocman is like a moving mountain of flesh, directing his employees in cleaning and tidying up after the major power outage.

Gotham was far from peaceful last night. There were forty or fifty fools who tried to take advantage of the chaos to rob others. In the end, they were all given an electric shock to relax their muscles and then thrown into Gotham Bay to cool off.

"boom--!"

A loud roar came from outside the door and came to an abrupt end in front of the club's gate.

There are robbers too?! So early? And so arrogant?
Does he think Roccoman's muscular physique is just for show in the gym?!

Rocman angrily pushed open the door, ready to unleash his fury on the uninvited guest.

Can.
A silver Harley-Davidson motorcycle?
Huh?! Why is the King here so early?!

Huh?! Why is the king's dais a woman?!
And... and His Majesty the King actually delivered it personally so early?!
Lokman's unwavering face was filled with disbelief.

Could it be that...His Majesty...was with this woman last night...?
Various vivid and sensual speculations flashed through his mind, almost causing his simple-minded brain to shut down.

However, upon seeing Selena's face after removing her motorcycle helmet, Roccoman's expression shifted from shock to extreme bewilderment, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

Miss Selena's words are not entirely incomprehensible, it's just that...
He wanted to offer a suggestion, but didn't know how to begin.

It's even more unclear whether this is His Majesty's 'interest' or something else.

He could only stand there stiffly, watching Selena walk toward the club's door, completely oblivious and even with a touch of languid charm.

Feeling Roccoman's strange gaze, Selena was a little confused, but she didn't think much of it, taking it as his respect for his future mistress.

until
She walked up to the massive, gleaming marble column and inadvertently caught a glimpse of her own clear reflection.
That woman was still beautiful
However, on that beautiful face, six extremely conspicuous and perfectly symmetrical lines were drawn on both cheeks...

Red beard.

Selena froze instantly, her eyes wide with shock.

The strange looks they gave me this morning
one second.

two seconds.

"asshole--!!!"

A scream, a mixture of shame, anger, and fury, echoed throughout the lobby of the Iceberg Club!

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Ps:

I'll be updating again tomorrow, starting at midnight. Everyone should go to bed early.

(End of this chapter)