SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 285: How To Greet Owlfolk

Mika straightened, cracking his knuckles lightly before saying in a professional tone,

"Alright. First, I’ll need the general framework of what we’re working with. The current set of proposed laws, existing checkpoints, jurisdiction boundaries, and baseline data: population, resource distribution, and administrative systems in that realm."

"Once I have that, I can build the logical architecture around it."

Anya nodded and, without hesitation, went to the far corner of the library.

"That would be this."

She said, pulling a large cardboard box from the bottom shelf and setting it down with a heavy thud.

Then, she went back for another.

And another.

And another.

By the time she was done, eight boxes—each stacked nearly as tall as she was stood on the floor beside them.

"This..." She said with an exhausted sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "...is everything you need."

"All the research data, policy drafts, realm census reports, cross-realm trade notes, and annotated feedback from the previous sessions. Go through all of this and you’ll have a solid understanding of what I’m trying to build."

Fauna, on the other hand, gasped in disbelief.

"There’s so much!" She said, her eyes wide as she looked up at the mountain of paperwork. "I can’t believe you read through all of this every time! Even as a researcher, I’ve never gone through this many documents in my entire career!"

She turned toward Mika, waving her hands dramatically.

"It’s going to take an entire day just to skim through this!"

But Mika only smiled faintly, brushing her concern aside. "

It’s fine. Give me a few minutes."

Before either of them could question him, he crouched down, opened the top box, and began flipping through the first bundle of files.

He didn’t sit at a desk or pace thoughtfully—instead, he sat cross-legged on the floor, calmly taking one stack after another, flipping through them so quickly that the pages blurred in motion.

It looked less like he was reading and more like he was checking the page numbers. He’d open a file, flip through in seconds, set it aside, then move on to the next.

Fauna groaned, her ears fluttering slightly in irritation. "Oh no...not this again." She muttered under her breath.

"What do you mean?" Anya glanced at her, curious. "What’s wrong?"

"He’s doing that thing he’s always done. The one that drives me crazy!" Fauna sighed dramatically, crossing her arms before going on to explain. "Ever since he was a kid, he’s had this infuriatingly perfect comprehension ability."

"All he needs is a glance. He doesn’t even read in the normal sense—he absorbs information. A single second per page, and that’s all it takes."

Anya blinked, watching him flip through another bundle at lightning speed.

"It’s why when he was younger, I couldn’t keep up with his appetite for books. He’d read entire novels in seconds! Every night, he’d finish piles of storybooks before bed and I had to keep buying more because he’d finish them faster than I could find new ones."

She pointed toward one of the nearby shelves.

"See that section? All the storybooks he devoured as a child. The house was overflowing with them."

Anya couldn’t help but smile at the image.

"I remember something like that." She said softly. "Once, we went to the city library together. I asked him what book he was reading when we left, and instead he listed over a hundred titles."

Fauna chuckled fondly.

"Exactly. It was infuriating...and a little terrifying."

Then her tone softened, a small nostalgic smile forming on her lips.

"But it makes sense, doesn’t it? His mother was the same way. Brilliant, unmatched...she could read through volumes of scientific archives in hours. The world called her the brightest mind alive—and I see her in him, every time he does that."

Anya hesitated, her gaze lowering slightly. She had heard many stories about Mika’s mother, but never knew who she was.

Her curiosity flickered—but before she could ask, Mika clapped his hands together, breaking the moment.

"All done." He said casually, standing up and dusting off his hands. "Got the full picture now."

Both women stared at him.

"Already?" Fauna blinked.

"Already." Mika confirmed with a grin. "So...let’s begin."

He looked toward Anya.

"You have a whiteboard or something?"

"Blackboard." She corrected, quickly pulling a sliding panel aside to reveal an entire wall covered in black slate. "This should work."

Mika grabbed a stick of chalk and strode up to the board. Then, as if the words were already waiting in his mind, he began to write.

Diagrams. Frameworks. Flowcharts. Tiered hierarchy systems of law and governance.

His handwriting, normally relaxed, now moved like a machine, scrawling formulas and logical progressions across multiple columns until the entire board became a maze of ideas.

Fauna just stood there, blinking.

"What...is that? I don’t understand anything!" She said helplessly, squinting at the dense lines of text.

Anya, however, was completely engrossed. Her eyes scanned every word, her brain racing to follow his logic.

The more she read, the wider her eyes grew.

"He’s...formulated the entire integration model." She whispered. "The laws, the travel permissions, the power-level constraints, economic links—everything. This would’ve taken me at least a full day to align, and he’s done it in minutes..."

Mika turned around with a small, knowing smile.

"You understand what I’m trying to say, don’t you?"

Anya nodded immediately.

"Of course I do. It’s...brilliant, Mika. It’s better than anything I could’ve drafted."

But then her brows furrowed slightly.

"Still...this next stage will be the hardest. We’ll need people to help write every regulation, check liability matrices, and ensure consistency between sectors. Even with this plan, it’s going to take time."

She turned toward the door.

"Should I call my disciplinary council members to assist us?"

But Mika shook his head lightly.

"No need. They’re probably resting or out with their friends or family. Let them be."

"Then how are you going to do it? There’s way too much manuel labour for two people."

He smiled faintly and raised a hand.

"Don’t worry. I have helpers."

Before they could ask what he meant, he whispered a few words under his breath.

[Winds of wisdom, feathers of night—owlfolk, heed my call and take flight]

And immediately, a soft pulse of blue light shimmered in the air, and a swirling portal opened beside him.

From within the portal, figures began to emerge.

Owls.

But not ordinary owls—each stood nearly as tall as Mika, their forms a perfect blend of avian and humanoid.

They wore long, flowing garments like scholars, their amber eyes gleaming with wisdom, their heads crowned with small golden ornaments. Their feathers were patterned like calligraphy, and every movement they made exuded calm intellect.

A dozen of them stepped into the room, bowing gracefully to Mika.

Anya and Fauna both stared, dumbstruck.

"These..." Mika said, gesturing toward them. "...are the Owlfolk. A race from the forgotten realm of Ardent Hollow."

"In ancient mythology, they were the sages of the First Dawn—the ones who recorded the laws of gods and mortals alike. Every great civilization borrowed from their archives. They’re unmatched in scholarship and bureaucratic efficiency."

One of the Owlfolk bowed low, its feathers ruffling softly and Fauna’s eyes sparkled instantly.

"Oh my god, they’re adorable! So wise and cute at the same time!"

She then waved enthusiastically at one.

"Hello there, Mr. Owl! Welcome!"

But the owl only tilted its head to the side, blinking once, clearly confused.

"They don’t shake hands or wave, Fauna." Mika chuckled. "Their greeting custom is a bit...different."

"Oh? What do they do?"

"They turn their heads completely around as a sign of respect."

Fauna froze, eyes wide.

"Turn their heads...all the way around?"

He nodded to which she gave an awkward laugh, taking a step back.

"Y-Yeah, I think I’ll stick to waving for now."

Anya chuckled softly under her breath while Mika smiled and began speaking in an unfamiliar, melodic language.

"𐌄𐌋𐌅 𐌔𐌌𐌍𐌋𐌄"

"𐌅𐌄𐌋𐌄𐌑𐌋 𐌒𐌍𐌄 𐌅𐌉𐌔"

"𐌆𐌅𐌋𐌄𐌐𐌍𐌋 𐌈𐌄𐌋𐌄"

The Owlfolk responded in harmonious clicks and hoots before quickly moving toward the piles of boxes.

Without needing another word, they began working in perfect rhythm—opening files, scribbling onto scrolls, cross-referencing, calculating, and writing down pages of detailed clauses with breathtaking speed.

"They’re already assigned their tasks."

Mika said, eyes following the owls as they split into sub-groups.

"They’re smart enough to handle the workload without making a single mistake. But..." He lifted a finger. "...they still need leadership. Someone to direct them, guide the workflow, delegate the legal sections, and maintain the pace."

"And since I’m the only one here who can speak their language, that someone is obviously me."

Then Mika turned to Anya—his tone shifting, becoming more formal.

"As for you..." He said. "...you’ll be my assistant."

Anya straightened before he even finished the sentence.

"You’ll help me pull out files on command. Clarify the existing laws whenever I hit a conflicting clause. Cross-verify historical precedents. And if I ask for reference volumes, you’ll know exactly where they are."

Her eyes shone with solemn focus. "Understood."

But before Mika could say another word—

"HEY! What about me?!"

Fauna puffed out her cheeks and stomped forward dramatically, wings twitching in protest.

"What am I supposed to do?! I want to help too! You can’t leave me out, Mika!"

Mika stared at her.

At her perfectly earnest eyes.

Her determination to participate in something she absolutely did not understand.

He sighed.

Then smiled.

"You..." He said gently. "...cannot help with legal work. You’re a doctor, not a legal professional"

Her face fell slightly.

"But..." He continued, grinning now. "...you’ll have one of the most important roles."

"Really?" Her ears perked up.

"Yep...You will be our mascot."

"Eh?"

"You’ll go around cheering everyone up. Smiling. Encouraging. Being yourself. That energy of yours? It’s infectious. And if you do that..." He added. "...everyone will stay motivated. And everyone will work harder."

Fauna’s eyes sparkled like she’d been appointed Empress of the Universe.

"I CAN DO THAT!!!"

With a dramatic fwip, her wings burst open in full bloom, spreading light and feathers everywhere. She darted to the nearest Owl scholar and bent down enthusiastically.

"You can do it! Do your best!" She chirped, flapping her wings like a hyperactive hummingbird. "Look at me! I’m a bird too!"

She pointed proudly at her wings.

"SEE?! Aren’t they pretty?! You can do it—use my wings as motivation!"

One Owlfolk paused mid-scribble to stare at her.

Its head rotated in a full 180-degree circle.

Fauna gasped.

"Mika, look! He did the greeting thing back to me! I’m accepted as one of them!!"

"Fauna..." Mika massaged his forehead. "I don’t think that’s what that meant."

But it was far too late—she was already fluttering to the next Owlfolk.

"HELLO MR. OWL! I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

"DO YOUR BEST, MR. WISE FEATHERY MAN!"

"AWW YOU’RE SO CUTE—OH YOU’RE WRITING VERY FAST GOOD JOB!"

One Owl tripped when she suddenly leaned too close to admire his quillwork. Another nearly spilled ink because Fauna shoved a drink into its feathered hands.

Mika exhaled.

Then looked at Anya with a resigned smile.

"...Let’s start."

Anya nodded firmly.

And the real process began.

From that moment on, the room turned into a flurry of coordinated brilliance.

Mika paced slowly between the owlfolk, speaking to them in their language. With each set of instructions, they immediately adjusted their tasks.

"Adjust clause reference for Realm-Tier 4 migration permits. Penal code to match Yggdrasil Agreement template."

"Synchronize economic modules from Sector 3 to Sector 5. Use buffer zones defined in Framework 2-A."

"Cross-validate cultural exemptions with interfaith council logs and transfer them to auxiliary bracket 9-B."

Anya followed closely, keeping a clipboard and stack of documents in her arms.

"Give me file R7—the realm’s mana density distribution."

She immediately located it in the mountain of boxes and handed it to him without hesitation.

"Now the historical precedent on cross-realm tax exemptions—volume five."

She retrieved it instantly.

Mika continued issuing commands, alternating between languages:

"Tiral-eska! Prioritize migratory clauses before economic scaffolds."

"Onya, I need the third addendum on portal stabilization protocols."

"Hral tal mor!"

"Retrieve the 52nd clause book—the one on resource sovereignty."

Anya matched his pace flawlessly, handing him documents the moment he asked, scanning corrected drafts, cross-referencing details, recalculating projected outcomes, and checking the Owlfolk’s work with razor-sharp speed.

Meanwhile, the Owlfolk scribbled furiously with uncanny precision, their wings somehow holding quills perfectly steady.

And Fauna?

Well...

"GO OWLS GO!! YOU CAN DO IT!!"

"Look at you go, writing those clauses like a pro!"

"Ooooh, that’s a complicated diagram! But you nailed it!"

"LOOK AT ME—I’M FLAPPING!!! YOU FLAP TOO IF YOU WANT MOTIVATION!!!"

"DO YOU WANT JUICE? WATER? TEA? HUG???"

She zipped around the room carrying a tray of drinks, beaming at everyone like a proud cheerleader at a sports event.

One Owlfolk, overwhelmed, slowly turned its head 180 degrees again.

Fauna gasped.

"HE ACCEPTED ME AS FAMILY AGAIN!!"

Mika didn’t even look up.

"That’s not—just...never mind."

Despite how strange the situation was—a boy, a girl, a overly enthusiastic woman, and twelve giant owl scribes drafting laws in a magical chamber—it worked.

And just like Mika had promised, within the hour, the foundation of the new policy draft was completed.