NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

Who is this young master?

Looking at Honglian's ambiguous smile, Phoenix never imagined that this drunkard would have the talent to be a strategist.

Logically speaking, after drinking for decades, even Niki's brain should have been damaged by the irreversible effects of alcohol.

Phoenix was somewhat surprised by this.

But that surprise quickly vanished without a trace.

He suddenly remembered that Anise had mentioned during a casual conversation that ordinary alcoholic beverages could not cross the blood-brain barrier through Nikki's eating behavior.

So this girl has never been drunk all these years?

Is he also a master of feigning ignorance?

Chapter 109 Me, I'm from Another World

"me?"

"I came from another time."

When Honglian bluntly inquired about Phoenix's identity, he didn't hide anything and openly revealed his background.

"Time travel...?"

Upon hearing such an outrageous answer, the drunkard was first stunned, then blinked, then shrugged and chuckled.

"Does this how you usually treat others, young master?"

"No, I'm very serious."

Seeing that Honglian truly didn't believe him, the transmigrator, who felt completely in control, shrugged indifferently.

It's like your friend suddenly telling you he's from the future, or the shopkeeper downstairs inexplicably telling you he's on vacation from some higher-dimensional world.

Unless time travel cases are rampant in the local world, who would believe such nonsense?

"Okay, no kidding."

Seeing the white-haired girl happily drinking, Phoenix felt the "demolition effect" was about right, so he started making up stories again:

"Actually, my family has a lineage of... metaphysical knowledge for generations."

For example, I can see several ghosts following you.

"Inheritance? Young master, you mean family inheritance?"

When Honglian, who also had family traditions before becoming Niki, heard this jarring word, her expression suddenly froze, and even the fruit wine she was about to swallow slowed down a beat.

Guh, duh—

The flush on her face faded almost visibly. What remained was the sorrow and helplessness unique to the white-haired girl.

However, in just a moment, her signature flippant smile returned to her face.

"Inheritance... Let me guess, does your family's inheritance refer to spiritual communication?"

"What? You don't believe it?"

Seeing that Honglian looked at him as if he were kidding, Phoenix's gaze slowly, very slowly, shifted from her face to behind her.

There, there were more than a dozen ghost girls with different expressions.

"Want me to show you what I've got?"

The commander exuded an aura of a reclusive master, so much so that he himself was unaware that he resembled a charlatan.

"Oh?"

Seeing the man's appearance, Honglian naturally had no reason to believe his lies.

She took a sip of her drink, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, and continued speaking cheerfully and politely:

"Hahaha~ Then I'll trouble you, young master."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The kind-hearted Phoenix charlatan was quite polite, shaking his head slightly with a nonchalant air. Then, amidst the astonished expressions of the white-haired girl and the ghost sisters, he raised his hand to a petite ghost girl and asked:

"Little sister, if it's convenient, could you tell me your name?"

Honglian: "Huh???"

……

……

Margarita, Farin, Mulan, Lyra...

When Phoenix recounted the names of his deceased teammates who had fought alongside him.

Honglian, who always maintained a nonchalant demeanor, could no longer remain oblivious at this moment, and a suffocatingly intense killing intent flashed in her eyes.

"How do you know these names? Have you investigated me?"

Ancient honorifics have disappeared, and amiable faces have vanished.

From her demeanor and movements to her temperament and tone, Honglian seemed like a completely different person. She slowly stood up from the edge of the bed, staring intently into Phoenix's eyes with a murderous aura, her tone as cold as the winter sun.

You now have one chance to explain things clearly.

Remember, only once.

I promise there won't be a second time.

Faced with Honglian's sudden change, even though Phoenix had prepared himself mentally, he was still startled by the naked killing intent and reached for the revolver at his waist.

Damn it, isn't this old maid's reaction a bit over the top?!

He didn't kill the person!

the other side,

When they saw their only surviving comrade about to cut off their messenger at the slightest provocation, the tough women who had been responsible for close-quarters combat with Leitch on the ground were immediately thrown into a panic.

To prove Phoenix wasn't lying, they all revealed Honglian's dark past one by one.

"Quick! Tell Honglian that the name of the knife I'm using is 'Decomposition'!"

"No, this level of privacy isn't enough! Tell her that she was the one who was most opposed to Nikki drinking in the military from the beginning!"

"And another thing, when Honglian first joined the army, she was a complete shut-in."

At the time, we thought she was the kind of cold-blooded warrior whose mind was only focused on hacking and slashing.

Guess what?

When everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to her for the first time, this expressionless woman almost burst into tears!

"..."

In Phoenix's silence, the ghost sisters chattered away, each revealing juicy gossip about Honglian.

These seemingly explosive contents were actually things they had already recounted like the back of their hand during their long decades of ghost life.

“Your comrades said you cried when they sang you a birthday song for the first time.”

Phoenix's eyes darted left and right as the ghost girls waved, while he kept muttering rapidly to himself.

"Uh, they also said you can't handle spicy food."

A young sergeant once confessed his feelings to you, only to be knocked to the ground by you with a single stroke of your sword sheath.

You saved a little girl, and then when she said she wanted to be Niki, you immediately slapped her.

You secretly read romance novels and martial arts novels.

Uh, and...

As more and more private information was revealed by someone, Honglian, who was initially full of murderous intent, was now in a daze.

he……

Does he really understand psychic abilities?

Do ghosts really exist in this world?

The white-haired girl's ambiguous feelings of belief were completely extinguished when the man uttered a shameful remark.

"They said you have a pink bear-themed pair of underwear, and it even comes with... um???"

Because he was speaking too fast and without thinking, Phoenix belatedly realized that the privacy he had just mentioned seemed a bit too private...

"Uh, well, actually, that's just my guess..."

The man attempted a weak explanation, a belated attempt to salvage the situation. But Honglian wasn't stupid; if he could say the first half, he must have already heard the rest.

"Fallinn! Did Farlinn tell you? I...I'm going to beat her up!"

The white-haired girl, her face flushed red, gripped the hilt of her knife tightly. Her twisted expression of anger and embarrassment made it seem as if she was planning how to kill Phoenix on the spot.

"Make her come out and see me!!!"

Clang!

Honglian's loud voice carried outside the door, giving Yinhua ample reason to break through.