It was still night in Washington, at home.
Vincent sat in a chair, his eyes burning as he watched Wanda bring Italian stir-fried noodles from the kitchen, a wave of emotion washing over him.
It was truly befitting of a maid who had already begun professional butler training. Even after what had just happened, she not only didn't take her Master to the police station but also specifically went to the kitchen to make a late-night snack while he showered and changed into clean clothes.
Although Three-in-one had eaten a lot throughout the day, it was mostly devoured into the Devourer Space.
Vincent's main body was truly famished. Seeing Wanda gently place the stir-fried noodles on the table in front of him, he couldn't help but say apologetically, "Wanda, just now in the bathroom..."
The red-haired girl's face immediately flushed crimson, and she quickly interjected, "Don't mention it again!"
"Young Master, you big bad guy!" Scarlet Maid Wanda huffed, throwing out that remark, and then went over to the living room sofa where Aunt Diana was.
Vincent cast a pleading look at Aunt Diana.
Diana seemed to ignore him, sitting quietly and elegantly on the sofa, continuing to read the document in her hands. It was as if her silent actions were conveying that everything was Vincent's own fault.
Being snubbed by both women in the house.
Vincent sighed, picked up his fork, drizzled on some beef sauce, and somewhat ravenously devoured the steaming hot Italian noodles.
Seeing Vincent eat so quickly, she guessed he might not have eaten anything all day outside.
Little Wanda, pretending to watch TV, couldn't help but secretly glance at Vincent, then quickly averted her gaze.
Diana, on the other hand, focused intently on her book the entire time, as if she truly didn't care, though her sharp, sword-like brows had subtly furrowed at some point.
He was only halfway through the Italian noodles.
Vincent suddenly mumbled, "Is the temperature dropping again? It's a bit cold at night recently."
"If only someone could warm up the bed."
It was no longer an insinuation; Vincent was practically stating it outright.
However.
The two, one big and one small, on the living room sofa acted as if they hadn't heard him. The one reading continued to read, and the one watching TV continued to watch TV, neither of them acknowledging Vincent's words.
Vincent felt foolish, buried his head completely, and continued to shovel noodles into his mouth with his knife and fork... It was late Sunday night.
All the lights in the living room outside had been turned off, allowing the night to flow in tranquility.
In the single room in the middle, Vincent sat on the bed, looking at the tightly closed door.
Hmm, no movement.
This continued for about ten minutes.
"Are they really not coming...?" Vincent closed his eyes and tiredly lay down on the bed. A moment later, he quickly sat up again.
"If they're not coming, then I'll just go over, won't I?" Vincent blinked, immediately picked up Little Orange Cat, who was sleeping nearby, grabbed the pillow from his own bed, put on his slippers, and walked towards the room door.
The living room was pitch black.
To avoid disturbing Wanda in the next room, Vincent tiptoed, feeling his way along the wall to Aunt Diana's door.
Vincent's eyes lit up slightly.
Aunt Diana's door wasn't completely closed; a crack remained, from which the dim, warm light of a bedside lamp spilled out... Just as the door to the first room closed.
The door to the third single room quietly opened.
The doll-like red-haired girl, clutching a small pillow, her petite body clad in white long-sleeved winter pajamas, carefully stepped into the dark living room in her fuzzy slippers.
She arrived at Vincent's door without making a sound.
Wanda took a deep breath, as if to steel herself, her eyes showing determination, and then gently reached out and opened the door.
Stepping into the room, Wanda suddenly froze.
The middle room was dark and cold, and there was no sign of the young man on the bed.
...Inside the first room.
Vincent walked in, holding the cat and pillow, and saw Aunt Diana leaning against the headboard. Her bright, thick black hair flowed like a waterfall, unrestrained from her right shoulder, and her mature body was wrapped in a thin, long-sleeved white garment.
The dim, warm light from the bedside lamp on the table next to her cast a luminous edge on her exquisite, perfect profile and her graceful, ethereal figure.
"You're here?" Diana put down the book in her hand, her gentle gaze falling on the young man.
"Auntie, my room is too cold," Vincent blinked and said casually.
"Come quickly, it's already warm," Diana said calmly, gently patting the covers next to her.
Slipping off his slippers.
Vincent immediately climbed in with the cat and pillow, slightly pulling up a corner of the down comforter, and burrowed into the covers next to his aunt.
The bed warmed by a demigod's body was naturally perfectly comfortable, and it carried her exclusive violet fragrance, making Vincent want to just close his eyes and sleep.
Wait!
Vincent quickly realized that his purpose in wanting to stay with his aunt tonight wasn't really to warm the bed, but to address a critical matter!
"Auntie, listen to me..."
Vincent regrouped and began to tell Aunt Diana everything. From the Flerken Cub, Little Orange Cat, making a request this morning, to the entire process of finding the alien entity Starro.
This included leaving a Venom mark on Harley Quinn, accidentally blasting Iron Man, and freeing four Belle Reve Prison felons.
"So that's how it is," Diana's beautiful eyes sparkled with intelligent light. She listened attentively to Vincent's account of his experiences, understanding everything that had happened to him while also identifying any oversights in Vincent's actions today.
"You still need to wear one Guardian Silver Bracelet. Otherwise, I won't be able to sense your location in time." Diana first extended a hand, revealing a Guardian Silver Bracelet.
Because the Amazon had lit the beacon some time ago, Vincent had returned the Guardian Silver Bracelet to Diana.
After all, the Guardian Silver Bracelet could only exert its true extraordinary power when held as a complete pair.
Seeing Aunt Diana's serious expression, Vincent didn't refuse and put the Guardian Silver Bracelet back on his hand.
Diana pondered and began, "Regarding Iron Man Tony Stark, he is also a big shot like Batman. Just two damaged Iron Man armors shouldn't be a problem. However, your Three-in-one identity will need to be used more cautiously in the future. Not only will you be targeted by Superhero like Iron Man, but your temperament and state under Three-in-one are extremely unstable."
Vincent nodded solemnly.
This time, the Three-in-one was far more dangerous than the first. Thanks to Iron Man, the tool, he appeared in time to let him vent his uncontrolled negative emotions.
Diana continued, "As for those four felons, I remember them. I'll have Batman keep a close eye on them. If they don't cause trouble, there's no need to deal with them for now. Otherwise, I'll send them back to prison."
"That's good."
As Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly remembered a very important matter and reached out to stroke the Little Orange Cat lying next to his right hand.
He said without hesitation, "Little Orange Cat, release one of Starro's clones. Auntie and I need to talk to it!"
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