Sakura Emma, I'm going to control you fiercely!

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The circular entrance, filled with delicious food, gradually expanded as people entered in an orderly fashion, eventually reaching the cramped walls of the alley and causing the building beneath their feet to sway.

This was clearly the reason the hotel was shaking.

"This is... wreckage?" Noah asked, stunned.

"Now you understand?" Emma looked at her coldly. "I'm not a witch."

"..." Noah looked up at her, then glanced away, puffing out his cheeks slightly.

"But...but...that thing on your collar..."

"The collar?" Emma reached back and pinched the collar.

The caterpillar-like texture immediately turned the girl's face pale.

She looked up and noticed a kiss mark made of violet petals on her fingertip, exactly the same as the one she had seen at the music hall.

Upon seeing this, Emma immediately understood:

So that's how it is... Did Noah think she was a remnant of a witch because of this "kiss mark"?

Emma remembered being bumped into by someone when she went out that morning.

It must have been around that time...

And Emma realized something else:

'I'm dragging everyone down again...'

I said I wanted to help, but I always ended up causing him trouble...

If only I were more alert and clever. If only... I could apologize to him in person...

Emma noticed that the god did not erase the "kiss mark" with magic, but instead kept it.

Then, she casually said:

"Well done... Now we have another main plot clue!"

Emma's consciousness seemed frozen into an ice sculpture, only to be melted by a warm and gentle surge of emotion.

'Thank you... kind God! Emma will definitely not make the same mistake again.'

Yang Wen looked at the mission update icon in front of him:

[Obtain quest item: Witch's Kiss]

You've discovered that the witch isn't far away, and has even set her sights on you and Opal.

Oh? I didn't realize I'd discovered so much.

[Note: Giving the "Witch's Kiss Mark" to a certain NPC in later storylines might lead to something.]

Yang Wen silently noted down the last hint, pondering that this takeover AI was indeed quite something, as it could even automatically collect clues to advance the main storyline.

"How clever! Is this the progress of the times?"

Emma, upon hearing the deity's somber and dignified words, automatically ignored the latter half of the sentence.

Hehe~ I'm not that great!

Emma felt a sense of elation, as if her previous feelings of guilt were unreal.

Wow, I'm actually pretty amazing!

Emma hopes to receive more compliments~

Meanwhile, Yang Wen was still observing Noah, considering how to take advantage of this misunderstanding to demand a hefty sum of compensation from this key character.

Perhaps, this could be used as leverage to get Noah to come and "keep" with her every now and then, thus providing a stable source of pink filth.

"I'm sorry, it's Noah's fault..."

Just then, the girl's pleading apology drifted over.

Emma was too lazy to watch Noah's animated storyline and was still thinking about how to effectively use Noah to collect pink filth.

Seeing this, Noah clenched his clothes and felt a pang of bitterness.

She...does not forgive Noah.

That's understandable; after all, nobody wants to be mistaken for a witch. And the other party is such a powerful magical girl, so there's no need to worry about this personal connection. Besides, this misunderstanding was indeed his fault, and Noah felt he had no right to ask for forgiveness.

She pouted and mumbled, her eyes glistening with tears.

Noah won't ask for your forgiveness, because I know I really went too far. If you ever need help in the future, Noah will do his best to help—

"Okay, I forgive you."

Noah: "???"

Emma's beaming smile caught Noah off guard for a moment.

Why... did your attitude suddenly change?

Emma was surprised that the other party actually wanted to become a "pink filthy cow" and let her exploit him.

Since it was brought up proactively, it probably won't lower my favorability rating.

Moreover, she suddenly remembered that she had a special mission: to find at least two teammates during the [Wopurges Night].

Isn't there one right in front of us?

You are a lifesaver, Noah!

So Emma clicked the team invitation on the task interface.

The other party has a red name; the team invitation failed.

She then realized that even though Noah had apologized to her, she was still marked as a "red name" (indicating a negative online reputation). Perhaps it was because of her "Golden Fairy" status.

Waste Noah...

Now, Noah's role for him has changed from "a teammate who can accumulate pink filth" to simply being a "pink cow".

Noah suddenly realized that although he had been forgiven, he still felt a chill down his spine.

She changed the subject, looking towards the entrance of the wreckage filled with dessert.

"In short! The most urgent task now is to destroy the wreckage."

Noah was forgiven and his mood improved.

She patted her not-so-impressive chest and tilted her playful little head up.

"This area was just assigned to Noah today. Everyone has to take responsibility for their own actions; Noah will handle things well here!"

Having said that, Noah's lips curled into a smile, and he glanced at Emma, wanting to see what kind of praise she would give him for being so responsible—

Little did they know, the other person's expressionless face immediately fell.

"you……"

Emma's previously expressionless, lifeless eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, as if she were protecting her prey.

"Trying to steal my monster kills?"

"...Huh?" Noah looked completely bewildered.

Emma: 'The deity is doing this again...'

Emma had long realized that she often couldn't understand the logic behind "that person's" actions.

But it always yields good results.

She was very curious: had the deity sensed something this time?

Could it be that there's something strange about the remains at that entrance?

As Emma expected, "she" rushed toward the entrance to the wreckage without hesitation, with an expression that said, "I will never let you succeed."

Noah, left behind, watched the pink light gradually fade away, utterly bewildered.

As a gust of cold wind blew by, Noah sneezed.

"...Did Noah do something wrong?"

Noah followed.

……

As the scene before Emma's eyes distorted, she found herself in a high-class restaurant.

What came into view was a magnificent hall. At the edge of the hall seemed to be an open kitchen, where several waiters in suits were making pastries, but they made no move to attack.

Golden lights shone down, and one after another, diners with blank expressions took their seats.

Plates of food flew in from the kitchen and landed precisely on each diner's table.

However, every dish had been bitten.

Faint chewing sounds drifted through the restaurant.

Emma changes into the [Silent Withering] CG. She loosely grasps her left hand, summoning a pink longbow.

"Wait a minute, Noah..."

Just then, ripples appeared behind her, and Noah appeared inside the restaurant. He immediately summoned two spray cans and several sheets of drawing paper.

Yang Wen, watching from the screen, clicked his tongue.

This NPC is so eager to steal monsters.

Well... since we're already here, let's form an informal team.

Emma said,

Do you have any bonuses?

"...A bonus? Probably not."

"Fine. Surely there are some buff skills, right?"

"What are buff skills?" Noah scratched his messy hair.

Emma was silent for a moment,

"Commonly known as pre-battle monkey show. You know what a buff is? Red Bull, Gold Oath, Flame Grants Me Power... Even the most basic attack power increase will do."

Noah looked completely bewildered. "Monkey... show? Dad? Why are you calling me Dad?"

Emma: "..."

Emma: '...'

Then, Noah saw the obvious disgust on Emma's face.

This AI is worse than a steamed bun.

"Your role is even less important than the Rift Scuttler in Summoner's Rift."

"Waaah, waaah... Why is Noah being rejected?" Noah lamented.

I really want to fight alongside them!!!

Emma ignored Noah, quickly scanned the restaurant, and soon noticed something different:

In the very center of the restaurant, a small, exquisitely crafted doll sat on a chair covered in red velvet.

It was dressed in a dress, surrounded by countless desserts that defied the laws of gravity.

Presumably, that doll is the BOSS of this trip.