"I don't get it!" (Fenghua accent)
"Why is everyone talking about how I'm working as a detective on Tulip Street, getting dragged into one dangerous paranormal incident after another!"
"It's as if my detective career is doomed to end in disaster!"
Reporter: But, Mr. Ian, you haven't just gotten involved with the Crown Princess and her aunt. You've also turned the Dawn Church's saintess into a lovesick fool with nothing but trash on her mind.
It's bad enough that the child of misfortune destined to devour the world cries only for you. Even worse, you've made a Calamity-class urban legend girl call you Mom! Oh, sir, you'll be spending a lot more time behind bars for this!
"Th-this is just the price you pay for being a mature detective!"
Reporter: So which one are you planning to marry?
Ian, the Night Watch's current technical advisor, the ever-unerring Guiding Moon, the goddess's beloved, winner of the Polaris Literature Prize, and the kingdom's famous hapless detective, looked at the "ladies" in front of him, who seemed ready to start fighting at any moment, and wore a troubled expression.
"I'm chovy. Weren't we supposed to just deal with the paranormal? Why are they all about to fight?"
"Also, I just want an ordinary romance. Can anyone here even be considered human?"
