Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

"Gulp gurgle~ hiccup~"

Mir, without any regard for appearances, downed the black tea that Angela poured for him in one gulp and let out a loud burp.

“I never imagined that little Mir was actually a boy. He was so beautiful yesterday…” Angela seemed a little disappointed.

"I'm so sorry I'm not a girl..."

Mir changed the subject, pointing to the door that was still closed after he came in and asked, "I remember you kept the door open all yesterday, so why isn't it open yet? Are you not open for business?"

Are you blind? The door was locked when you came, didn't you forget?

However, whether the door was locked or not seemed to make no difference to Mil.

“Emmm,” Miss Angela lightly touched her sexy lips with her finger, “I was planning to take a shower before opening the shop… but then little brother Mir came to visit.”

"Take a shower?" Mil's eyes lit up. "Then you can go take a shower now, I can scrub your back for you."

“Haha,” Angela didn’t take Mir’s teasing seriously. “Little Mir really doesn’t know how to consider other people’s feelings.”

Angela's tone didn't seem to be blaming her; it was as if she was just saying it casually.

"Haha," Mil scratched his crotch sheepishly, "It's just that the environment here is so nice, I couldn't resist wanting to sit here for a while. You don't mind if I take a nap here, do you?"

Although he verbally sought Angela's consent, he unceremoniously occupied the entire sofa in the flower shop, closed his eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

"Honestly, even in summer you'll catch a cold if you sleep like this." Angela gently covered Mil with a blanket.

"Then I'm going to take a shower first. Little brother, you can't peek, okay?"

The only response she received was Mir's even breathing.

Chapter 41 Beauty

The midday sun is extremely scorching, and ordinary passersby generally do not choose to go out at this time, but there are always a few fools who don't know better.

"Miss Angela~ Let's go on a date!"

The doll, oblivious to others' feelings, lay sprawled on the sofa and invited Angela to sit down, ignoring her troubled expression.

He slept almost the entire morning in the shop, while Angela was busy tending to the plants. After waking up, the dim-witted Mil just watched Angela work without offering to help.

"Little brother isn't my type. If you were a girl, I might consider it," Angela said gently, declining his offer. The truthfulness of her words was impossible to verify.

Mil rolled over out of boredom. There was still a long time before nightfall, and he wanted to find something to amuse himself.

"So how does the young lady usually spend her time?"

This is a pointless question, because Angela spends most of her time taking care of the plants, so there's no such thing as leisure time for her.

"I'm already very satisfied just growing flowers here."

As Angela spoke, she cut off a bright red flower of unknown origin. Angela's flower-cutting technique looked very skilled, as if she did it often.

She cut off only the flower heads; the stems were left in the soil.

"Huh? Why would you do that?"

Mil didn't use an accusatory tone; it was just a normal question.

“This flower has a name: ‘Half-Year Lady’ (a name the author made up),” Angela didn’t answer Mil directly, but instead began to explain, “Its average lifespan is only one year, but after six months of being planted, it will bloom regardless of the season or environment…”

"And now I cut off the most beautiful part when it blooms, do some processing, and preserve it."

“That’s such a waste…” Mil seemed quite puzzled. “The torso is just thrown away like that?”

Angela gave him a sweet smile and replied, "Its trunk and roots can be used to make beauty cream. I won't waste it. I'll cut off the most beautiful part of the flower from the trunk when it's at its most vibrant, and I won't waste the rest either."

Won't that be a waste...?

It seems that Angela's love for flowers is simply because of their beauty, so Angela's true nature is more of a collector's obsession with beautiful things than a genuine love for nature.

But... is it really possible that a simple collecting habit is enough to keep her taking care of so many flowers until now? In a sense, that's quite impressive.

"So, do you need my help?" Mil finally didn't want to just watch anymore; he was just too idle.

However, Angela refused him, saying, "No, it's not necessary. Taking care of them is what I should do. Little Mir is clumsy and doesn't seem like he can do these things well."

Clumsy? That's quite a blunt way to put it.

"Then you go ahead with your work, Miss. I'll be going now." Mil jumped up from the sofa and headed towards the front door, pausing for a moment. "By the way, Miss's black tea is delicious."

“…Take care.” Angela’s voice didn’t reach Mil’s ears because he had already left.

"Seriously, this is the result of my first attempt to pick up a girl."

Having already left the flower shop, Mill started wandering around aimlessly, unsure of what to do to pass the afternoon.

The scorching sun beat down on his exposed skin. Although he felt the heat, it wasn't unbearable for a doll's body.

"Who would dare go out in this heat without some kind of magic?!"

Under the scorching sun, only a few non-human races strolled by on the streets, while for ordinary people without magic, staying at home for an afternoon nap was the best option.

"Um, excuse me..."

Mil felt his clothes being tugged twice. He turned around and saw a blue-haired cat-eared girl holding a stack of papers in one hand and her other hand attached to his clothes. She looked like a part-time worker handing out flyers at the shop where she worked.

"Huh? It's you?" The cat-eared girl's voice immediately changed after she saw that the person she was holding was Mil.

"I'm so sorry!"

When Mil saw that it was Bertie who was pulling him, he didn't leave immediately. He figured that having someone he knew might be a good way to pass the time.

"Fine, you can hand this out for me." Without waiting for a reply, the catgirl handed the "flyer" in her hand to Mill.

"What's this?" Mirzhe examined one of the photos.

"Missing Person Notice: Name unknown, approximately ten years old, ethnicity unknown, distinguishing features include silver-white hair and pink eyes; looks very cute..."

Above the missing person notice is a small figure drawn like a kindergarten child's doodle.

Damn it! Is this what I look like?! Don't think I don't know who you're describing just because the information isn't complete!

"Who the hell drew this? It's like something from kindergarten."

After Mir finished speaking angrily, he noticed tears welling up in the cat-eared girl's eyes.

"Who are you calling kindergarten level?!"

When the cat-eared girl was about to cry, Mil didn't comfort her. Instead, he took out a pen from somewhere and started drawing on the back of the missing person poster. In no time, a simple sketch at the level of an elementary school student was produced.

"This way it'll be more easily recognizable, okay!"

Milton closed his pen with the air of a master.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Bertie was so surprised by the simple line drawing, which was at the level of an elementary school student.

“Young lady, you still have a lot to learn.” Mil gave Bertie a deep, enigmatic smile and patted her on the shoulder.

The cat-eared girl suddenly knelt on the ground, looking at Mir with tears in her eyes and pleading, "Coach, I want to learn to draw."

"If you're not going to pay, get lost!" Mil coldly rejected her. "By the way, why did you post this in the first place?"

Hearing Mir's question, the cat-eared girl remembered the important matter, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

"This morning I heard from Officer Elsa that this poor little thing might have been kidnapped by bad guys. The poor little thing must be suffering terribly from their abuse, not eating or dressing well, and maybe those bad guys are even feeding her some weird stuff... Waaah!! So pitiful!!"

As she spoke, Bertie burst into tears.

That does sound pretty pitiful... but wait a minute!! She's talking about me, right? Who gets fed weird stuff like that?!

Chapter Forty-Two Inquiry

Seeing the catgirl crying with tears streaming down her face, Mil felt no emotion whatsoever; in fact, he even wanted to beat her up.

"So can you help me, help that poor child?" The catgirl glanced at Mil and asked timidly.

"If you're not going to help, get lost!" Mil once again ruthlessly rejected the catgirl.

"Wow! How could you be so heartless? That cute little guy might be suffering abuse!" The catgirl seemed surprised that Mil would refuse her and began to morally blackmail her with a look of astonishment.

“I, Mir, have no feelings and no money.”

Mir felt that this catgirl was incredibly stupid. She came to post missing person notices in the middle of the day on a sweltering day, and then just casually drew a couple of lines on a piece of paper and called it a portrait.

He no longer wanted to get entangled with this guy; this guy would drag down his already high IQ of 250.

As Mir turned to leave, he saw someone he never expected standing behind him.

"Summer Night? Aren't you with Carlo and the others?"

Xia Ye, who was being questioned, did not answer him immediately. Instead, she stared sharply into Mir's eyes until Mir felt uneasy before she spoke.

"I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it seriously."

"Okay, okay, don't know where to buy sanitary pads? Actually, this physiological phenomenon changes when it works its magic on you..."

Mir made a terrible mistake. He was punched in the stomach by Xia Ye. Mir pretended to be in a lot of pain and rolled on the ground, hoping someone would comfort him.

Xia Ye stared blankly at the doll-like boy rolling on the ground and said in a flat tone, "I told you I hope you can take this seriously."

Damn! Why is this woman so irritable today? Is it because this guy just became a psychic, so his body hasn't been fully transformed by magic yet, and he's still losing blood every month?

"Okay, okay, you ask, I'll answer."

The girl nodded and asked, "Are you sure you were alone at the fish shop last night? Did you meet anyone else?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that? Weren't we alone yesterday? Was there something else? Ugh, that's scary." Mir shuddered.

"I'm talking about people... at least people who look human."

“For example?” Mill asked tentatively.

"For example, a little girl who is about this tall, with white hair and pink eyes." Xia Ye gestured the girl's height to her abdomen.

Hearing her words, the catgirl, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, was drawn to the conversation and peeked out to look in their direction.

Mir remained remarkably calm: "No, I was the only one yesterday."

Damn it! How did this woman find out?! I clearly cleaned up all the traces last night! This woman actually tracked me down to me; I'll steal all your candy next time!

"Are you sure?" Xia Ye seemed very suspicious.

“Yes, I really haven’t seen the child you’re talking about, but the catgirl is looking for her too. You can talk to her.” Mil decisively used the catgirl as a shield.