This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1092 Divine Game My World 37

Kessa straightened up at once and even took a step back, exposing Mistblade, who had been standing beside her waiting for the call.

This was the truly awkward part.

She did not even need to step aside. Those nine constantly moving tails were impossible to hide. The moment Maple Syrup poked her head in, she had already seen the black tail tips.

Mistblade calmly unwrapped a chocolate ball, showing no sign of being caught. She said casually, "Up this late and still not asleep?"

Maple Syrup walked over and glanced at the screen. The camera was facing the cabin wall, and only the small robot sitting in front of it was visible. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Mistblade instead.

"Did you sell her communication slot again?"

"Yeah. Want one? Since your relationship is kind of weird, I can give you a discount." Mistblade tossed the chocolate ball into her mouth as she spoke.

"...No need," Maple Syrup said. "I have nothing to say to her."

While Maple Syrup was talking to Mistblade, Kessa kept glancing at her, the emotion in her eyes painfully obvious. Leave already.

After Maple Syrup said that, Kessa let out a long breath through her nose. If you have nothing to say, why are you still here?

Maple Syrup raised an eyebrow provocatively and asked Mistblade, "Are you charging by the minute?"

Mistblade still had chocolate in her mouth and could not speak, so she nodded.

Maple Syrup suddenly understood. "Then I will go?"

"Go. Now," Kessa snapped. She was annoyed with more than just Maple Syrup. She pointed outside. "You too. If you stay, I am not paying."

Mistblade, who had already started unwrapping a second chocolate, froze.

"...."

From the screen came BS Rita’s slightly hoarse voice. "B80, is someone looking for me?"

B80 replied, "It is Tiger Ear Kessa."

"Midsummer Kessa." The voice that had still carried a trace of drowsy softness sharpened a little, though not fully awake. The words sounded more like a gentle sigh or murmur.

That name made Kessa pause. Not only her. Maple Syrup and Mistblade froze as well.

Mistblade followed the force of Kessa pushing her and even used a skill. In the blink of an eye, she appeared beside Maple Syrup, and the two of them left the communication hall together.

The moment they stepped into the corridor outside, they discovered an entire row of players standing along the wall near the communication hall.

Seeing the two of them come out, Nuclear Flash NightFury at the front raised a finger to her lips. The players behind her all pointed backward, urging them to move and get to the back.

Maple Syrup and Mistblade said nothing.

They silently walked to the end of the line and took their places beside DawnCicada, who stood there with arms crossed and an icy expression.

After they left, the hall fell quiet again. Then BS Rita spoke first.

"What do you want with me?"

"You should call me Tiger Ear Kessa," Kessa said. After waiting for BS Rita to speak first, her instinctive reaction was not to answer the question, but to correct the form of address from a few minutes ago. Her tone carried irritation and command.

"Alright," BS Rita replied calmly. Not only did she agree, she repeated it carefully, word by word, "Tiger Ear Kessa."

She had been the same when facing Nuclear Flash NightFury’s demand.

Whenever the topic involved a world, her temper seemed unusually gentle. Gone was her usual sharpness, unlike when she confronted event reward packs with youthful boldness. Back then, anyone who dared scold or command her had to be ready for her full retaliation.

Another long silence followed.

Once again, BS Rita spoke first. "What do you want with me?"

This time, Kessa finally addressed the real issue. Perhaps BS Rita’s patience eased her tension.

"You have been to Midsummer’s world dock?"

How roundabout.

The entire row of players leaning against the wall closed their eyes in pain. They wished they could shout the question for her.

Everyone knew what she wanted to ask. She knew it too. Yet she still had to circle around with useless questions.

BS Rita had likely had enough of this extended buildup. No matter how patient she was, she disliked wasting time.

She asked directly, "Are you trying to ask whether you appear in Midsummer’s World Sigh? Are you asking whether Midsummer has something to say to you?"

A sudden blizzard erupted inside the communication hall.

The storm burst through the doors and swept into the corridor, sending everyone’s clothes and long hair whipping wildly.

Mistblade felt her pale golden hair slap across her own face.

Maple Syrup expressionlessly pushed down the fox tail brushing against her cheek. That tail had whipped her for real just now. She even suspected Mistblade had done it on purpose. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

DawnCicada had no time to deal with the dispute on her right. Her cold gaze swept back and forth over Fury Prayer on her left as she considered where to strike first. His light purple braid, several shades paler than his eyes, had just smacked her forehead.

Fury Prayer was busy glaring at someone himself. Standing to his left was Fat Goose, whose hair had nearly been set alight by a candle flame moments earlier.

When the blizzard that swept the entire floor finally stopped, Tiger Ear Kessa stood at the entrance of the communication hall.

Her hands were in her pockets. Fine snow clung to her ice blue hair. She swept her gaze over the eavesdropping players with a look of pure disdain.

No one dared move. One by one, everyone avoided her eyes. Even though everyone present was a hardened powerhouse from their respective worlds, ranked on the ladder, the moment was deeply awkward.

A billionaire CEO personally sneaking around to eavesdrop on a rival’s private matters.

Think about it carefully.

It was humiliating.

Tiger Ear Kessa let out a cold laugh and strode down the corridor like she was on a runway. Her contemptuous gaze landed on every eavesdropping player, stabbing into them without mercy.

...

The screen vanished.

Rita leaned back in her chair. Thinking of Tiger Ear Kessa’s face as she struggled to maintain composure, she could not help but laugh.

Every single one of them had such fragile pride.

She picked up her pen, intending to hurry and write Tides. But the moment she lifted it, something occurred to her.

She said to B80, who was boiling tea over a small stove by the desk, "If Mistblade calls again, hang up immediately."

B80 was very considerate. "Should I answer first, scold her a bit, then hang up?"

Rita glanced at B80 and fell silent. She neither agreed nor refused.

B80 stood up and saluted. "I understand your intention. Everything will be my own voluntary action. If Moon Emperor Mistblade does not ask, you will not say anything. If she gets angry, you will be surprised."

Rita said, "...Spend less time hanging out with Shadow.Q."

B80 replied, "Nivalis says the same thing."