Let's get straight to the point: Lucian Sinclair was a transmigrator.
But unlike the usual kind, his old memories were blurry at best.
He remembered concepts like Earth and humans, things that didn't exist in this world, but everything about himself was blank. All he knew was his name—Lucian Sinclair.
Based on what he knew, this kind of thing was called "dissociative amnesia."
Since he didn't remember who he used to be, he adapted to this new world quickly and simply rolled with it.
In this life, he'd been born as a Sankta—what people commonly called an Angel.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw several older girls with glowing Halos hovering over him.
His instincts kicked in, and the first thing he blurted out was, "Did I die and go to heaven?"
They said a Sankta's Halo and Wings appeared with their first words.
Usually a baby's first word was "Mom" or "Dad," maybe "sister" if they were precocious. Lucian asking where he was was definitely a first.
Maybe that was why the adults around him panicked and caused a disturbance he didn't understand.
After a bunch of chaotic events, Lucian eventually accepted his new identity.
He was born in Laterano, a Sankta nation.
One of the few countries that still maintained strict religious devotion, Laterano isolated itself from the world—both spiritually and socially—so much so that Lucian felt suffocated growing up.
So when the chance came, after a few twists and turns, he ran away with his childhood friend. Freedom at last.
Now, he was simply an employee of Penguin Logistics, and a Sankta. Nothing more.
Which was why, no matter who asked him or how many times they asked, his answer was always the same:
"Name's Lucian Sinclair. I'm a law-abiding employee of a perfectly legal logistics company. I reserve the right to remain silent until my lawyer arrives. Also, I'm starving—do you guys serve pork cutlet bowls?"
The woman across from him slammed the table. "Lucian! Sit up straight!"
The young, capable Senior Inspector of the Lungmen Guard Department—Inspector Ch'en—was furious. Her small fist, powerful enough to punch out a bull, trembled with rage.
She smacked the photos from the surveillance footage down in front of him. "The evidence is solid! We have you on camera! Dangerous driving, causing a massive traffic accident, violating the weapons ordinance—and this is the third time this month! Repeat offender! Repeat offender!"
"I'm innocent, officer." Lucian rocked back in his chair, his Halo wobbling lazily. "I was just a law-abiding citizen being chased by terrorists. Of course I had to speed up a little to protect myself. That's self-defense, right? And the weapons violation is even more wrong—Sankta can legally own a Guardian Gun, and the one I used was just a toy I made. It only fires toy rounds. You already ran the analysis, didn't you?"
A junior officer timidly raised his hand. "Inspector Ch'en, he's… right. This is the forensics report. It was a toy gun…"
"What kind of toy can neutralize dozens of terrorists?!" Ch'en shredded the report in one swift motion.
Ever since Lucian joined Penguin Logistics a few years ago, she had seen this type of report countless times.
Lucian had the ability to build large-scale functional replica Guns—something even Terra's famed Raythean Industries couldn't do.
The worst part? Only he could use the guns he made. Even the ammo was custom-made non-lethal rounds. Combined with the laws allowing Sankta to own firearms, he always slipped flawlessly past legal punishment.
But it was hell on Inspector Ch'en's blood pressure.
The beautiful young officer took several deep breaths and sat back down. Exhausted, she said, "Thanks to Penguin Logistics, those arms dealers were caught the moment they arrived at the port. For that, I'm grateful… but this was supposed to be the Guard Department's job, not the responsibility of a civilian logistics company. Lucian, I'm saying this for your own—"
"Inspector Ch'en." Lucian interrupted with his most sincere expression. "You look beautiful when you're angry."
"Ugh—!" Inspector Ch'en let out a strangled sound, like someone punched her in the stomach.
She slowly raised her head, eyes twitching. "Lucian, you really are gifted at pissing me off… Do you just hate me? You steal my sleep, force me to work overtime writing reports—what do you even gain from this?"
Lucian put on his most sincere expression. "Spending late nights alone with Officer Ch'en puts me above every other man in Lungmen."
All the male officers who'd known Lucian for years nodded hard, eyes full of envy.
Just when Inspector Ch'en's pretty face was about to flush red with anger, the station door burst open.
A loud, refined voice called out:
"Lucian! Penguin Logistics' Lucian Sinclair! Someone's here to bail you out! Get out here!"
"I'm here, I'm here." Lucian hopped up and ran out—he knew the Guard Department building better than his own home.
At the door, he spotted the loud female officer. "Inspector Swire, sorry to trouble you agai—mph!"
Before he could finish greeting her, his face was suddenly smushed between two cold hands.
Swire rose on her toes, rubbing his cheeks while sighing deeply.
"You just flirted with Ch'en, didn't you? I heard you tell her she's beautiful when she's angry." Swire narrowed her eyes. "So what about me? Am I not beautiful?"
"You're beautiful all the time," Lucian said smoothly, catching her hands. "Calling you 'Inspector Swire' is too formal. Can I call you something else?"
"Hmm?" Swire didn't seem to mind him holding her hands. Her fluffy ears twitched. "Then call me Beatrix—my real name. If you want to be affectionate, you can call me Bea. But if you dare say it, be ready to face the consequences. Treat my name like a joke and I'll kill you."
Lucian immediately released her hands, dead serious. "Understood, Swire."
The officers watching instantly booed him, men and women alike. Coward.
Lucian and Swire were clearly very familiar with each other. A Senior Inspector getting handsy with a man in full view of colleagues—weren't they obviously more than friends?
But no one felt surprised.
Swire pursuing Lucian was the most well-known gossip in the Guard Department.
The department's two beauties—Inspector Ch'en and Swire—were stunning and unapproachable, practically polar opposites in personality.
Plenty of male officers had joined the force out of admiration for them, but no one ever seriously tried courting either woman.
Yet somehow, Lucian from Penguin Logistics fit right in with both of them. The trio's banter had become legendary within the department.
Who benefited more from the relationship was unclear, but among the two women, Swire's intentions were the most blatant.
She continued rubbing Lucian's cheeks as she handed him the bail form. "Same deal as always. Someone wants to see you. Don't be late."
Lucian saluted her dramatically. "Yes ma'am. Thank you for your continued support, Swire. …By the way, do you really enjoy playing with my face that much?"
Swire nodded without shame. "Mm-hm. It's pale and soft, like silk. Do all Sankta have skin this nice? It's cheating."
Lucian slumped helplessly. "It's not like I can do anything about it… Next time I'll steal some of the skincare products Exusiai uses and—ow ow ow! Why are you pinching me?!"
Swire narrowed her eyes. "What. Do. You. Think?"
Her fur puffed up in anger—she was less a tigress now and more a full-blown demoness.