Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Maya liked to hum when she was happy, because it was in the Pansao cat-people's language, Malin couldn't understand it at all. He could only barely catch a tune, but at least he could be certain of the cat girl's mood, just like when she previously bit her tail—a behavior young Pansao cat-people exhibit unconsciously when they're nervous.

One might say that it was an intrinsic nature that couldn't be taken away.

Although he was half a head shorter than Maya, Malin still took on the responsibilities of being an older brother—whether it was that identity, his over-forty salaryman one, or the resolve expected of a man, Malin wouldn't allow himself to slack off.

Speaking of which, the reason Gaiate adopted him and Maya was something Malin had been pondering over the past half-month. Looking at the current situation, the most likely conventional possibility was that this middle-aged man, with some grey at his temples, had no wife or children and, in the end, just picked up a set of both a son and a daughter.

A very normal perspective if one weren't trying to fit it into a web novel narrative. Otherwise, it might get complicated, and Malin thought such wild speculations were too boring—middle-aged men too often have melodramas in their heads, either perverted or insane.

From his observations over the past month, Gaiate didn't seem to be insane, and considering he sometimes came back with lipstick marks on his face, he probably wasn't perverted either.

As for what kind of professional he was looking for, that wasn't something Malin was going to observe—the careers people chose, whether to press F to enter an infantry chariot or a tank, that was their freedom.

As long as he provided funds for Maya on time, it was all good.

As for Malin himself—he felt he didn't need to go to school because from what he had observed this past month, no school could possibly compare to his original 985 academic background. The only thing that might attract him was the high-grade Spirits class.