There wasn’t much left to discuss on the Lost Beast team’s side.
Anyway, the decision for the Seven People Group to fight had been finalized, with no further changes—now it was just a matter of waiting for the day to arrive.
“Feini, can I talk to you for a moment?” After the meeting, Ten-Step Hall quietly found Feini.
“Baicheng, wait for me a bit.” Feini turned her head and stared at Ten-Step Hall for a few seconds, a hint of confusion visible in her eyes.
No choice, she went with Ten-Step Hall to a Japanese-style tearoom beside the conference room.
After hanging around for so long, she finally saw that these clubs with “tea” in their names had at least a little to do with actual tea, but it was only superficial.
The decor mimicked Japanese tea ceremony, but the way they drank tea was still like Cantonese yum cha.
Simon didn’t go in to disturb them—she just stood guard outside the tearoom, naturally leaning against the wall, hugging her sword with eyes closed.
Whether it was useful or not, the point was to look cool.
And in a way, this was her standing guard while her own mother met with someone in private.
Wasn’t this basically putting a green hat on her villain father?
“Feini, have some tea. This is a good tea our club just got our hands on. Give it a try.”
Ten-Step Hall personally brewed tea for Feini, her face beaming.
“Thank you, Simon President. Let me have a taste.” Feini replied with a big smile.
But inside, she felt odd. Ten-Step Hall’s smile wasn’t the same as her usual bright, fake grin—there was actually a hint of sincerity. It was hard to see through.
This didn’t fit Ten-Step Hall’s character at all—she was supposed to be cold and ruthless, the type of strongman who would abandon any subordinate for her grand cause.
In theory, all of them were just tools for Ten-Step Hall to use and discard.
You can’t have feelings for tools; useless tools should be crushed without hesitation. That was Bawang Chilong’s core logic.
And right now, Feini was a useless character in her story, even occupying a spot among the Seven People Group of Lost Beast.
Everyone knew that when it came to team battles, all she could do was play music, with zero combat strength.
Could Ten-Step Hall be planning to poison me, to kill me and open up a spot?
“Just call me Ten-Step Hall. Calling me Simon President is too formal—we’re teammates now.” Ten-Step Hall said.
“……” Feini wasn’t really listening, only growing more anxious inside as she stared at the strong tea, not taking a sip for a long while.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Ten-Step Hall took a small sip and asked.
“I’ll drink yours.” Feini saw her take a drink and swiftly swapped their two cups.
“What’s wrong?” Ten-Step Hall looked confused.
“I was afraid you’d poison me.” Feini said bluntly.
“Are you mad about me suggesting a six-person team before? That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about—I came to apologize. I spoke without thinking, just nonsense. Please don’t take it to heart.”
Surprisingly, Ten-Step Hall wasn’t angry, even sounding a little humble.
“It’s nothing… Huh?” Hearing that, Feini was even more confused, her brow furrowing, scalp tingling.
This Ten-Step Hall from Banyan Lily 2 seemed to be playing at a much higher level—so different from the Ten-Step Hall she’d known in the first Banyan Lily.
She actually apologized to me? It was like seeing the sun rise in the west.
For the sake of her own ambitions, she was willing to humble herself before the Fearsome Little Demon Beast?
It seemed like the protagonist of Banyan Lily II had really undergone a qualitative leap compared to the first part, becoming even more shameless and despicable.
Why did Feini think this way? Because Ten-Step Hall spoke so nicely, it had to be a ploy to keep her stable, and also to keep Simon around—there was no way it was actually for her own good, right?
But this time, she was wrong. These people had never once correctly guessed what was on someone else’s mind—they were always way off.
Ten-Step Hall really did mean well toward Feini, truly wanting to apologize, afraid she’d overthink it.
As mentioned before, Feini had a certain special charm to every character.
Qingshamu was attracted by her air of a lonely young widow raising a child alone, while Ten-Step Hall was drawn to Feini’s motherly aura.
During their past adventures, Feini had handled all the logistics for the Lost Beast team, cooking for those gluttons, waking them up in the morning, arranging every step of their journey, leading everyone around to eat, drink, and play without a hitch—she was everyone’s perfect mom.
Plus, the Dragon Mother had shown up before, a neurotic, odd woman.
The Dragon Mother didn’t need to raise her daughter—the daughter was born with invincible power and the drive to unite the Demon Domain.
If she didn’t beat her daughter, she counted as a good mom.
So Ten-Step Hall had never felt motherly love before, and now she sensed it coming from Feini.
How could Feini ever have guessed that?
Even if she wracked her brains, she couldn’t imagine that, in Ten-Step Hall’s mind, she’d already become a mother.
Though, back in her gaming days, she knew there were some people who’d call every girl they saw “mommy”—just repressed weirdos—but she never thought that would happen to her.
“I didn’t mean to exclude you. I just didn’t want you to get hurt—our opponents this time aren’t simple.”
Ten-Step Hall thought for a moment, finally finding a reasonable excuse.
“I get it. I really am useless, only dragging everyone down.” Feini asked, “Is there anything else?”
“Nothing. I know you like tea, so I just wanted to drink some tea with you.” Ten-Step Hall replied.
“Alright then.” Feini was still confused—was this all Ten-Step Hall wanted to talk about over tea?
“Do you think we have a chance to win?” Ten-Step Hall asked, putting on a melancholy air.
“We’ll definitely win. Those upperclassmen bully the weak, defy the natural order—justice will prevail.” Feini coaxed her like a child, eyes full of determination.
Though she didn’t really think so inside. They’d probably win, but it wouldn’t be easy, mainly because the Lost Beast team had a total dead weight.
And strictly speaking, the ones defying the natural order were the Tea Ceremony Society—it was them who broke the long-standing club rules.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Ten-Step Hall nodded, clearly comforted, her face lighting up with a bright, sun-like smile.
After several pots of tea and some small talk, Feini finally managed to escape from the tearoom and hurried off to the restroom.
She and Baicheng left the Tea Ceremony Society’s club building, feeling totally bewildered.
Feini could toy with Qingshamu as she pleased, and had already arranged things perfectly for the Hero.
But when it came to the Demon King, she couldn’t see through her at all.
What was going on in her head? Why was she always giving Feini those sly grins?
Forget it—whatever, just stick to the plan.
“Blackie, come over and let me have a look.”
“Mama, woo woo woo.”
Back home, Feini had to comfort the recently spanked Blackie, but after checking her little daughter’s body, she found nothing wrong—she was already bouncing around as usual.
It seemed Heian was still a long way from defeating the Dragon Father.