Chapter 91: I Like You

Tsukiyomi Ruri had no idea what Monkey was thinking. With the three newly acquired cards in hand, she directly instructed Leona to turn around and leave.

Seeing this, Kanazawa Maki couldn’t help but ask, “My Lord, may I know how to address you?”

“The Faceless,” Tsukiyomi Ruri answered.

The Faceless?

Both Kanazawa Maki and Monkey deeply memorized that title. It wasn’t something they would forget anytime soon.

Tsukiyomi Ruri drifted further and further away.

Once they were at a distance, Leona finally couldn’t hold back and said, “Ruri, what level of Reincarnator are you really?”

“A Great Emperor? Or maybe stronger?” Tsukiyomi Ruri replied, sounding uncertain.

“If you don’t want to say, just forget it,” Leona muttered, clearly not believing Tsukiyomi Ruri’s words.

Tsukiyomi Ruri curled her lip. It wasn’t that she refused to tell her; it was just that no ghost would ever believe the truth.

After a moment of silence, Leona spoke again: “Ruri, can you help me get back home?”

Tsukiyomi Ruri rubbed Leona’s head and said, “Don’t worry, if it’s possible, I will help you return. But right now, I don’t have a way yet.”

She truly didn’t. The incident of the Reincarnation World connecting to the Real World had never happened in the past, and that Two Realms Passage had since closed. She currently had no leads on the matter.

However, even though Tsukiyomi Ruri said she had no way, Leona was still very happy. After all, someone was willing to help her.

…

“Ruri Ruri, where are we now? I can hear so many sounds outside,” Leona said, tracing words with her finger on Tsukiyomi Ruri’s thigh.

Feeling the sensation on her leg, Tsukiyomi Ruri whispered, “We’re still on the street. If you keep walking in this direction, you’ll get home.”

“Won’t people think we’re strange?” Leona wrote, asking.

Tsukiyomi Ruri looked around and said, “There seems to be a convention going on nearby. There are lots of people in strange outfits around here. Compared to them, we aren’t the weirdest at all. It’s normal that no one is paying attention to us.”

“A convention?” Leona’s eyes immediately lit up. She wrote, “I’ve heard about these convention events online. They sound really interesting, but I’ve never been to one. Ruri, I want to check out the convention.”

Tsukiyomi Ruri: “…”

“Ruri, Ruri, let’s go to the convention,” Leona poked Tsukiyomi Ruri’s thigh.

“Stop poking, it tickles a bit,” Tsukiyomi Ruri said quietly.

“Then let’s go to the convention,” Leona continued to write.

Tsukiyomi Ruri wanted to say more, but someone happened to be passing by. It wasn’t convenient for her to speak and draw attention, so she grabbed Leona’s hand and started writing on Leona’s palm.

“I’ll give you my left hand. Stop writing on my thigh,” Tsukiyomi Ruri wrote, offering her left hand at the same time.

Leona grabbed Tsukiyomi Ruri’s left hand and traced: “To the convention, to the convention.”

“Alright, I get it. To the convention…” Tsukiyomi Ruri eventually agreed.

It was the weekend anyway, and she had nothing else to do. Going home meant just playing games on her smartphone. Strolling around a convention was doable.

But Tsukiyomi Ruri had never been to a convention before, so she didn’t know what she was supposed to do there.

Just ahead was the convention location. Tsukiyomi Ruri guided Leona forward, and they entered the convention grounds.

Looking around, cosplayers were everywhere. Some of the outfits looked familiar even to Tsukiyomi Ruri.

“Come to think of it, you can’t see the sights outside. Can you even experience the fun of being at a convention?” Tsukiyomi Ruri wrote on Leona’s hand.

The place was already quite crowded with a constant stream of people. Tsukiyomi Ruri couldn’t easily speak here, as muttering to herself would likely draw unwanted attention.

Leona wrote back: “Just hearing the sounds is enough. When I’m able to withstand sunlight someday, I’ll come back and see the sights of the convention.”

“How long until you can withstand sunlight?” Tsukiyomi Ruri asked.

“I don’t know. It’s really not easy for a Ghost to reach that point,” Leona answered with a sigh in her heart.

Tsukiyomi Ruri didn’t say anything more after that, just guided Leona around to look at various spots.

During this time, some people approached her wanting to take a photo together. Tsukiyomi Ruri didn’t refuse these reasonable requests.

After wandering around the convention for a while, Tsukiyomi Ruri caught the smell of smoke. She disliked that smell, so she covered her mouth and nose and looked toward where it was coming from.

She saw a rather melancholic-looking middle-aged man smoking a cigarette. As he smoked, he occasionally stopped passersby to ask them questions.

“What do you think is more important? Gender or appearance?” The man pulled another person aside.

“Huh?” The person he stopped was stunned by the question.

The man blew out a smoke ring and then asked, “You see, a lot of cosplayers look like cute and pretty young ladies, but in reality, quite a few are actually boys dressed up. Yet even if they’re boys dressed up, they’re still very good-looking… So, if you had to choose between an unattractive person who is biologically female, and a man who looks just like a cute girl, who would you pick?”

Passerby: “…”

That was truly a dilemma for the ages. The passerby’s expression twisted into extreme conflict, his mind constantly weighing the options.

“I don’t know,” the passerby finally said with difficulty after a long moment, as if he had burned through countless brain cells.

“Hesitation is actually an answer in itself. Thank you for your response.” The man patted the passerby on the shoulder and looked to find someone else to ask the same question, as if this matter was very important to him.

His eyes scanned the crowd before settling on Tsukiyomi Ruri. He walked over.

“What do you think is more important? Gender or appearance?” the man asked Tsukiyomi Ruri.

“Appearance,” Tsukiyomi Ruri answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“Why?” The man was taken aback. This was the first time he’d ever seen someone answer so decisively.

“Attraction to appearance comes from instinct. Gender is a rule-defined limitation. Of course, it’s best if both appearance and gender meet your requirements. If not, then just choose the one you personally find more important,” Tsukiyomi Ruri said to the man.

Hearing this, the man sank into deep thought.

Seeing this, Tsukiyomi Ruri immediately signaled Leona to leave. The truth was, she had just been talking nonsense. She simply didn’t want to stay near someone who was smoking. The smell of second-hand smoke wasn’t exactly pleasant.

By the time the man came back to his senses and looked up, Tsukiyomi Ruri had long since disappeared to who-knows-where.

But it was enough. The man felt he had been enlightened. He pulled out his phone, found a contact named Dubhe in his address book, and typed.

Megrez: “Commander, I like you.”

Dubhe: “???”