HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

"...In short, that's the situation. The young lady wants to go to the amusement park with him..." Dalzollene muttered into the phone, sighing helplessly as he leaned into a corner.

Being caught between this father-daughter pair was giving him a headache.

"You can't stop him either?" Light Nostrade asked, his voice tense.

"...I'm completely powerless in front of him," Dalzollene admitted stiffly.

Even without making a move, the oppressive aura Cyr released was enough to utterly suppress him.

"...I understand. For now, keep things stable until I get there," Light Nostrade instructed, sounding equally strained.

"Dalzollene, what did Dad say?" Neon urged impatiently.

"...The boss wishes you a pleasant outing," Dalzollene replied, forcing a rigid smile.

Everyone present, except Neon, could tell he didn't mean a word of it.

"Great!" Neon cheered, spinning happily in place. "I'm going to change clothes!" With that, she darted back to her room.

"Please don't hurt the young lady," Dalzollene pleaded as he turned to face the white-haired boy. "As for Nostrade's actions against you, we're willing to compensate."

Compensate?

"How much are we talking?" Cyr asked, blinking slowly, his tone lazy.

"...Ten billion," Dalzollene gritted out.

"Is Nostrade really that rich?" Cyr turned to glance at Maro.

"Light Nostrade is currently one of the higher-ups in the underworld, second only to the Ten Dons," Maro quickly explained.

"Oh… a high-ranking member, huh? Ten billion seems a bit low, doesn't it?" Cyr said with a sly smile, his intentions to push for more blatantly obvious.

"...Twenty billion. That's the most liquid capital we can gather," Dalzollene admitted, his fist clenching and relaxing repeatedly.

"Great. Transfer it to this card." Cyr handed Dalzollene a card, grinning brightly as Dalzollene memorized the account number.

"Don't worry. As soon as the money comes through, your young lady and I will be the best of friends," Cyr said cheerfully, patting Dalzollene on the shoulder in an exaggeratedly reassuring manner.

Dalzollene hesitated, then turned away to call his boss, urging him to send the money quickly.

By the time Neon emerged in her new outfit, the twenty billion had already arrived.

'System, purchase Inverted Spear of Heaven.'

In an instant, a weapon appeared in Cyr's hand. It was short, about the length of an arm, not particularly sharp, and its shape was unusual.

This was the anti-ability cursed tool designed to disrupt techniques.

According to the system, it had been modified to work in all worlds.

So, it should be able to interrupt abilities fueled by Nen too, right?

Cyr waved the weapon experimentally, finding its odd shape somewhat fascinating.

Even if he didn't necessarily need it, it was better to have it.

The hoarder instinct kicked in once again.

"Let's go!" Neon, now fully dressed, stood before the white-haired boy. The two were about the same height, neither looking down nor up at the other.

Fine. Escort her to the amusement park, complete the time-limited mission, and collect the reward.

Hopefully, the miserly system wouldn't skimp on the prize this time.

"Let's take the airship," Cyr said, motioning toward the nearby vehicle.

"M-My lord…" Maro, who had hurried over, looked utterly bewildered, his lips trembling as if trying to form words. In the end, he simply lowered his head in frustration.

Unbelievable. The lord was really going to accompany this woman to an amusement park!

What was so special about this organ-collecting maniac that she deserved his attention?

But Maro couldn't defy Cyr. In the end, he could only glare resentfully at the woman as she boarded the airship, along with her bodyguards, which he had specially prepared for Cyr.

After this, Maro swore to replace every single piece of furniture in the airship—carpets, sofas, everything. It all had to go!

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"Why is that guy staring at me?" Neon asked loudly, pointing blatantly toward the corner.

The spoiled young lady didn't bother with subtlety.

Cyr followed her gaze, and Maro immediately lowered his head, looking like a moldy mushroom emitting a sinister aura in the shadows.

"...Just ignore him," Cyr said with a shrug, not bothering to explain further.

After all, Maro could be described as his toxic stan. Anyone who got close to Cyr would receive the same death glare from him, though Maro probably thought he was hiding it well.

If this were the entertainment industry and Cyr were a celebrity, Maro would be the kind of fan people worried about—likely to poison rival stars or throw acid on their fans.

This guy was getting darker by the day.

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Yorknew City's most luxurious commercial district also boasted the largest amusement park.

Neon, like a child visiting for the first time, dashed excitedly from one attraction to another.

"Let's ride the carousel! Dalzollene, take our picture!" she said, running toward the line for the carousel. She then looked back with an expectant gaze at the white-haired boy, who remained still and expressionless.

"Lord Cyr doesn't like childish attractions like this!" Maro stepped forward, loudly accusing Neon of being clueless about Cyr's preferences.

"How do you know he doesn't like it?" Neon retorted, glaring at Maro.

"I…" Maro froze, unable to reply.

"You can't be certain either, right?" Neon said smugly, as though she'd won a major argument. She stepped closer to the white-haired boy, cautiously reaching out to grab one of his fingers.

Cyr lowered his blue eyes to her hand, seemingly observing it. He said nothing and made no move to stop her.

"Come on, let's go play, okay?" Neon coaxed, shaking his hand in a playful, pleading manner.

Under her gaze, Cyr remained silent but allowed himself to be led toward the carousel.

He didn't smile, nor did he resist.

To Neon, that meant he'd agreed.

The youthful, vibrant girl and the exquisitely beautiful boy were a perfect match for the colorful, dreamlike ride.

"Dalzollene, take our picture!" Neon called out with a bright smile as she sat on a carousel horse, waving at him below.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours. What's your name?" she asked after posing for the photo, turning to the quiet boy beside her.

"Cyr Devill." The boy lifted his icy blue eyes to glance at her before looking away again.

Under his gaze, Neon felt her heart skip a beat. It wasn't until he looked away that she finally snapped back to reality.

Those were truly… uniquely beautiful eyes.

Dalzollene led the team of bodyguards, keeping a vigilant watch over the surroundings.

As soon as the carousel ride ended, Neon eagerly jumped off and grabbed the white-haired boy's hand, pulling him toward other attractions.

"What kind of rides do you like? Something thrilling? Let's try that one!" She excitedly pointed to the tallest attraction in the amusement park.

The bungee jump.

The one infamous for only replacing its safety measures after someone dies.

Among all the rides, the screams coming from there were the loudest.

Hearing the terrified screams, Neon's expression grew even more excited.

The white-haired boy seemed to smile faintly and said, "Sure."

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Ten minutes later.

Amidst the echoing screams around them, Neon's eyes sparkled even brighter. She turned happily to look at the boy sitting beside her.

The white-haired boy remained composed, his demeanor completely unshaken.

His complexion stayed pale, with no sign of a flush from adrenaline or fear. In contrast, Neon's face had turned red—whether from the thrill of the ride or something else, she wasn't sure.

"I've never been on a roller coaster either…" she said, pulling him toward the next attraction.

As the roller coaster started, she sat beside him, observing his calm, steady posture. However, his hair, unlike his expression, was blown straight up by the wind, sticking out like a hedgehog.

She couldn't help but laugh, earning a curious glance from the boy.

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Next was the haunted house.

In the pitch-black darkness, an NPC suddenly jumped out, catching Neon off guard. Startled, she instinctively leaned toward the boy beside her for protection.

But a pair of cold hands firmly pressed down on her shoulders and pushed her back into the center of the bodyguard group.

"Do your job," the boy said calmly, his voice cold and indifferent yet somehow reassuring.

"Miss Neon, are you alright?" Dalzollene asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Neon shook her head.

To Neon, this was a dokidoki amusement park experience.

As for Cyr... he barely said a word.

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