My Dad Is the Galaxy's Prince Charming

2 Where Do You Want to Die?

The sun sank beneath the western horizon and the day began to darken.

It was only then that Yao Si rolled up the thick blind and let out a sigh of relief. Peeping at the streets beneath that was ablaze with light, she found a black overcoat and prepared to go out, but then her phone suddenly rang.

She fished it out of her pocket only to see the two words "Unknown Number" on the display. Her heart tightened, and she stared at the two words for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and picking up the call.

"Hello?"

"Yao Si?" A flat voice with no fluctuation in tone sounded from the other end. It contained a thorough coldness that could be felt across the distance.

Yao Si felt her ankles weaken at the sound. "Yes... Yes, that's me!"

"Your death certificate has been granted." The other person didn't have any desire to exchange courtesies with her and straightforwardly said, "The process is finished. Where do you want it to be sent?"

"Umm..." The corner of Yao Si's mouth twitched, for she had almost heard it as 'Where do you want to die?'. Although this was all expected, it still felt like she was picking a spot for her grave.

"It's okay, just send it to me. I'm an orphan so I have no family."

"Okay," the person gently responded. There was still no rise or fall in his voice. "Also, the verification that you demanded has been done, and the result is the fifth generation."

"Fifth-generation..." Yao Si immediately felt a sense of hopelessness. Needless to say, this result was quite disappointing.

"Right now is a troubling time, so we are unable to investigate in regards to who sired you."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." She was an orphan from a young age, so this was just another time that she got orphaned.

Perhaps because of her quick acceptance, the indifferent voice had two seconds of rare silence, then it suddenly opened its mouth and warned, "The great war is about to begin. Scattered newborns like you better not leave the house; otherwise, you won't even know how you have died."

"All right, thank..."

"Your identification has been sent. From now on you are one of the bloodlings. Do be responsible for your actions."

Before Yao Si could reply, the beeping tone from the phone rang out. Are all bloodling civil servants this blunt?

Yao Si looked at her phone for a few seconds without uttering a word. Right then, the doorbell rang.

It was a delivery outside the door. She signed for the parcel and opened it up. There was only a bat-shaped card lying inside the box, and it was her identification. The bloodlings were indeed efficient at handling affairs. On the card was a large mark with the number "5", proving that she was a fifth-generation bloodling. Beneath that was her name and a long strand of numbers. She made a safe guess that it was something close to a social security number.