Moarik and the Unruly Heiress

As Moarik hung up the phone and returned to his residence, he found a chaotic scene unfolding before his eyes.

"It looks like things have gotten out of hand here~"

As he opened the door and stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of a mess scattered all over the floor.

"The young lady was crying quite a bit," said Huashidolang, emerging from a hidden corner.

He sighed deeply and continued, "Not long ago, the boss called. He didn't say much, just ordered us to pack up and leave immediately."

"He even said that if we didn't have time, we should just leave everything behind and prioritize getting the young lady out of here."

"So that's why the young lady threw a tantrum?" Moarik asked, noticing a slight bump on Huashidolang's forehead. "Sorry you had to go through that."

Huashidolang let out a long sigh.

Originally, he had come here with Moarik to train and become stronger, so that in the next arena match, he could defeat Hisoka.

He thought they were involved in some ruthless underworld business, but it turned out...

They were more like nannies taking care of a child, and a very headstrong one at that.

Things were thrown around recklessly, and with such precision—specifically aimed at hitting people on the forehead.

This was not what he had in mind at all.

"Where is the young lady now?"

"She cried herself to sleep again."

Yes, this was the second time Neon had cried herself into unconsciousness.

It's likely that this kind of situation would become more frequent in the future.

"There's a difference between one gang and another," Moarik remarked, glancing at Huashidolang, who had donned a black suit to blend in better.

"I suggest you mentally prepare yourself in advance."

Huashidolang suddenly felt like the road ahead was going to be a long and difficult one, a feeling akin to having boarded a pirate ship with no way out.

However, since he had chosen this path, he had no choice but to continue forward.

Neon had fainted from crying, but that didn't stop the group from leaving.

With the help of Arisa and the other maids, Neon was carried onto the airship, and the group set off on their journey away from there.

In essence, they had come all this way just to watch a match, and now they were already heading back.

The maids, including Arisa, didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, Arisa seemed eager to return as soon as possible to check on Squala and his dogs.

Huashidolang didn't mind either.

After losing to Hisoka in the arena, there was no point in staying here any longer.

Following Moarik to discover the secrets to becoming stronger was the most important thing now.

Moarik was of the same mind; he had already gained a lot from Huashidolang and Hisoka's battle and from being around Netero.

This trip to the Sky Arena had been quite fruitful.

In other words… only Neon had suffered in this whole ordeal.

But no one really cared about her feelings.

Even her father was only concerned with her fortune-telling ability.

If push came to shove, and her father had to choose between Neon and her abilities, he would most likely choose the latter.

The journey back from the Sky Arena to their home in Yorbian Continent would take some time.

During this return trip, Neon naturally woke up.

When she realized they were already on their way home, she became even more frustrated.

She grabbed a phone and made a barrage of calls to her father, Light Nostrade.

But if anyone knew Neon best, it was her father.

It's unclear what Light Nostrade said to Neon, but at least on the way back, she behaved herself.

There were no more outbursts or tantrums, no demands to return to watch the Olympia Martial Arts Tournament.

Instead, she stayed quietly in her room, watching live broadcasts on TV with her maids.

At times, when something interesting came up, she would call Huashidolang over to help provide commentary.

Yes, if it were a normal match, Huashidolang could stand on the martial artist's side and provide a decent explanation.

However, when the competitors started using Nen abilities—powers he didn't understand or couldn't see through—Huashidolang realized that this was an area he had not yet reached, a realm he was still pursuing, and he was unable to provide commentary.

This elicited a look of disappointment from Neon. "Oh, I thought you were more impressive. But if you can't even understand the fights of the floor masters, let alone face them, you're not much help."

Her naive words deeply stung Huashidolang's pride.

He immediately pulled out the notebook Moarik had given him earlier and began to study the basics of the four major principles of Nen described within.

As for Moarik, he had no time to bother with these matters.

He was in his room, refining the vast amount of aura within himself.

This made the return trip particularly peaceful, much to the relief of Arisa and the other maids.

And so, time passed slowly, and before they knew it, they were back home.

Light Nostrade had already been waiting for them, having returned early to the house.

"You've finally come back," he said with a sigh of relief as he saw Neon bouncing into the house.

"Hmph!!"

Upon seeing her father, Neon immediately turned her head away with a snort, not even looking at him, and headed straight to her room.

Light Nostrade didn't mind her attitude.

As long as Neon was safe, that was all that mattered.

As for her behavior, he had plenty of experience dealing with it. He had faced worse situations before, so this was nothing.

"You've had a tough time," he said with a much softer tone, addressing Moarik as he walked in behind.