Aizahár's head was still spinning as she stood at the door of her home.
She was... back?
With a young lady from a wealthy family who had come from who knows where?
Aizahár secretly turned around and glanced timidly at Bianka, who was curiously looking around. When she saw Bianka's sharp gaze turn to her and a smile appear on her face, Aizahár turned back, her heart pounding with fear.
Am I in trouble?
She began to quickly review the stories she had heard, trying to find some experience to deal with the current situation.
Was it a runaway Homu princess or an eloping Homu young lady...
Neither was right!
She didn't even know if the person behind her was a young lady!
She looked back again at the half-full canteen hanging "casually" at her waist, then turned back.
At the very least, the other party was really not short of money, so she could be considered a qualified young lady, more or less.
What was this!
Aizahár really wanted to open her own head and see what she had been thinking, to have actually agreed to bring this person home!
No, she should be more concerned with what this young lady was thinking, to actually want to go home with someone like her.
If she was with those sand bandits, wouldn't this young lady be walking right into a trap?!
No... I really can't understand the thoughts of rich people...
Aizahár shook her head, then fumbled for the key, a little flustered and a little hesitant.
She could already feel the strange gaze from the young lady's face behind her. It was probably because she had been standing at the door for a long time without moving...
Bianka was still worried that Aizahár had fainted again. On the way here, Bianka had seen that Aizahár had been absent-minded the whole time, just like those patients who were in a trance due to serious illness.
It was because of this that when Aizahár said that her mother was seriously ill and bedridden, Bianka didn't have the slightest doubt and immediately said that she could come and help, maybe she could be of some help.
One dared to say, and one dared to agree. The two little beans, whose combined height was less than three meters, walked home side by side.
They were going to Aizahár's home.
It was called a home, but it was actually a simple staff lounge, a simple suite where several families lived.
A dark, decadent person with a strong smell passed by them.
Perhaps because Bianka's appearance was too out of place here, the homeless-looking person glanced at them and then gave them a somewhat malicious smile.
When he saw the canteen hanging at Bianka's side, a glint appeared in the homeless man's eyes.
And almost at the same moment the homeless man looked over, Bianka suddenly raised her head, and her hand instantly rested on the Star of Judgment at her waist.
In the third second of the homeless man's pause, he noticed the corner of the Star of Judgment exposed at Bianka's waist.
Instantly, the homeless man's face changed drastically. He quickly lowered his head as if he had seen a ghost and hurried away.
Aizahár looked at the departing homeless man with some surprise. While she was puzzled, she didn't forget to quickly open the door and pull Bianka in, then locked the door warily.
"That... just now, that was..." Bianka's hand was still on the Star of Judgment. She asked, her heart still pounding.
It wasn't that she was scared or anything, but it was the first time in Bianka's life that she had been subjected to such a malicious gaze. Her body's almost automatic vigilance made her a little flustered.
If it was just danger, Bianka wouldn't be afraid. After all, she had fought Honkai Beasts head-on. But this undisguised malice... she had never experienced it before.
"That's Hake... a homeless man in this area of the amusement park," Aizahár explained in a low voice, while she found a large desk lamp with her flashlight.
With a somewhat delayed soft sound, the desk lamp was turned on, and the entire room was finally fully revealed.
But it wasn't completely lit. The corners that were a little further away from the desk lamp were still dark.
"Because this area is a bit remote, and he's the only homeless man, this can be considered his territory," Aizahár said, placing the flashlight and the flower basket in her hand on a worn-out table, then walked towards a bed in the corner.
Bianka had noticed that corner since she had entered the door, because the feedback it gave her was too much.
Shallow breathing, a weak heartbeat, a faint Honkai energy...
And for some reason, a feeling of sadness and tightness in her chest.
It was like a stone was pressing on her chest, not big, but enough to affect her breathing.
This faint sense of oppression made Bianka's gaze always focus on that place. It wasn't until Aizahár turned on the desk lamp that Bianka saw the specific situation in that corner.
On a simple iron bed lay a thin, middle-aged woman, covered with several layers of old quilts, the kind that looked like they could crush a person.
Bianka suddenly felt that the faint sense of oppression was not surprising.
"This is my mother," Aizahár said, walking to the bedside and gently taking the middle-aged woman's hand, which was resting on the edge of the bed.
But there was no sorrow on her face, no unwillingness, no reluctance, only a deathly numbness.
It was a cold-blooded gaze.
But upon closer inspection, Bianka could feel the deep sadness and helplessness in Aizahár's monotonous voice.
Bianka took two steps forward with a heavy heart and came to the bedside.
And as she got closer, Bianka saw the strange appearance of the middle-aged woman's other side.
The other hand, which was not being held, was covered with pinkish-purple lines, like blood vessels, connecting directly to her chest and climbing up her neck to half of her face.
The grayish-white skin was no longer patchy, but had occupied half of the middle-aged woman's body.
The most terrifying thing was... Bianka saw that the fingernails on the middle-aged woman's other hand were already beginning to decay, just like the zombies and the Dead she had seen before.
"Honkai disease?" Bianka asked, looking at the middle-aged woman in surprise. She turned her head and saw Aizahár's almost silent eyes.
"Yes... my mother has Honkai disease," Aizahár said, then suddenly laughed and looked away.
"For this disease... do you have a way?"