Hello, Master."
Seeing Neon Nostrade's obedient and soft appearance, Rimo's heart melted instantly.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly—this was exactly the kind of harmless, pure aura that even the chaotic environment of Meteor City could never nurture.
He squatted down and gently hugged Nion.
"Alright, alright… Nion is a good girl. My name is Rimo. From now on, you can call me Master, and you'll learn from me, okay?"
Being suddenly picked up by a gentle and good-looking stranger, Nion's face flushed slightly.
But when she heard that she would be staying with him in the future, a trace of unease appeared in her eyes.
"What about Papa?"
Rimo glanced at Wright Nosla, whose face was full of forced smiles and submission, then gently turned back to Nion.
"Nion's father has work to do. We shouldn't disturb him, right?"
Hearing this, Nion lowered her head slightly, her voice soft:
"That's true… Papa is always busy and doesn't have time to stay with Nion."
Rimo nodded, following her words naturally:
"Exactly. But you don't have to feel sad. From now on, Master will stay with Nion."
When he said "busy," Rimo deliberately emphasized the word and looked directly at Wright Nosla.
The meaning was clear.
From the moment Nion became his disciple, Wright Nosla no longer had any real claim over her.
Wright Nosla stiffened slightly, but didn't dare to say anything.
"Really? Will Master always stay with Nion?"
Nion's eyes lit up with expectation.
As the daughter of a Mafia boss who relied on Nen ability to rise during the Yorknew City Auction period, her life had never been normal.
Her mother died when she was born.
Her father only cared about power and influence.
Even though he valued her ability—Lovely Ghostwriter—he never truly gave her companionship.
At most, he bought her toys.
No school.
No friends.
Only a luxurious cage.
"Of course," Rimo said, pretending to be serious. "But that means you must listen to your Master, understand?"
Nion puffed her cheeks slightly and nodded seriously:
"Don't worry! Nion is always obedient!"
Then she blinked her big eyes:
"Master… can you tell Nion a story later?"
Rimo pretended to think for a moment before nodding:
"Of course. But you'll have to wait until I finish dealing with things here."
"Okay!"
Nion happily leaned forward and kissed Rimo on the cheek.
At the side, Machi Komacine frowned slightly for some reason, looking at Nion with an unreadable expression.
After gently placing Nion on a chair, Rimo turned around and walked toward Wright Nosla.
The warmth on his face vanished instantly.
"Alright. Since you've handed Nion over to me, I'll keep my end of the deal."
"I'll help you eliminate the Fanobi family… and let the Nostrade family take their place."
Excitement flashed in Wright Nosla's eyes.
"Nion is truly fortunate to have you as her teacher, Lord Rimo."
"A deal is a deal."
Rimo emphasized the words again, his tone turning slightly cold.
"You understand what that means, right?"
Wright Nosla paused, then nodded.
"I understand."
For a brief moment, he had hoped that through Nion, he could establish a deeper connection with Rimo.
But now it was clear—
This was purely a transaction.
Nothing more.
Rimo nodded in satisfaction.
"Good. Then prepare eight rooms for us. This villa should have enough space."
"Of course… I'll arrange it immediately."
Wright Nosla instinctively wanted to call servants, but suddenly remembered—
Everyone had already been killed.
The entire villa was now eerily silent.
"I… I'll personally take you there."
After everything was arranged, Rimo returned and picked Nion up again.
Only then did he realize—
She had already fallen asleep.
After everything that had happened—the bloodshed, the fear—it was no surprise.
And it was already late into the night.
Holding her carefully, Rimo adjusted his grip slightly.
At that moment, Nobunaga Hazama glanced over curiously.
"Rimo, are you really planning to keep this kid with us?"
"Of course," Rimo replied casually. "The troupe isn't full yet. Even if it is, she can be a reserve member. With her talent, she might surpass you when she grows up."
"What?!"
Nobunaga immediately protested.
"I don't believe that!"
As an Enhancer, he had absolute confidence in his combat strength.
How could he accept being surpassed by a child?
"Smack—!"
Rimo lightly hit him on the head.
"Lower your voice. Didn't you see she's asleep?"
Behind them, Chrollo Lucilfer watched the scene thoughtfully.
"Rimo really has a soft spot for young girls…"
"Chrollo!"
Rimo almost snapped.
"That's not what this is!"
"Understood."
Chrollo nodded calmly—but whether he truly understood was another matter.
Franklin Bordeau sighed:
"The deputy leader is surprisingly gentle."
Even Feitan Portor gave a small nod in agreement.
Pakunoda suddenly spoke:
"Maybe he'd make a good father."
Only Machi seemed increasingly displeased.
She stepped closer to Rimo, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Rimo. I'm sharing a room with you."
The sudden statement stunned everyone.
Even Pakunoda looked surprised.
In her mind, a dramatic scene had already begun playing out.
Machi, however, quickly added with a faint blush:
"I still need to discuss some Nen-related matters with you. It's more convenient this way."
Pakunoda's imagination immediately went into overdrive.
But Rimo, holding the sleeping Nion, only felt a headache coming on.
This group…
Not one of them was normal.
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