“…?” What concerned Griseo greatly tonight was that, although Yelena’s manner and gaze towards her hadn’t changed at all, the Yetis sometimes looked at her very strangely.
As for why “strangely”… because Griseo always felt that the Yetis seemed curious about something… Not all of them, but most of their gazes towards her carried a hint of curiosity.
However, she wasn’t the type to bottle up her questions.
After dinner, Griseo gently tugged at Yelena’s sleeve, then looked at her with her big eyes and asked: “Big Sister Yelena, do you have any questions you want to ask me?” “…Little Griseo, why do you ask that?” Upon hearing Griseo’s question, Yelena paused slightly, clearly not having reacted yet.
“Well… the Yetis looked at me with a lot of curiosity tonight, as if there was something they wanted to ask me.” Saying this, Griseo even looked up at the Yetis sitting by the campfire.
Because Yelena wasn’t the one being observed, and coupled with the fact that the Yetis were all dressed quite warmly, she only now noticed the curiosity in her team members’ gazes towards Griseo.
For a moment, meeting Griseo’s innocent, questioning gaze, Yelena, as the Yetis’ Big Sister, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth… “Ahem… it’s nothing, you don’t need to pay attention to them.
They’re just bored, not enough training…” “Yes, Big Sister is right, we’re just a bit too idle.” “Exactly, just too idle, and Little Griseo, you’re really too cute, we just can’t help but want to look at you a bit more.” “So that’s how it is…” Saying this, Griseo gently nodded her little head, indicating that she understood.
Then, she carefully snuggled into Yelena’s embrace, silently acting cute.
Although she was still a bit curious about what the Yetis were curious about her, since Yelena didn’t want to say, Griseo didn’t plan to pester her with questions.
“Hmm… speaking of which, I’ve always had a question.” Seeing the Little Girl snuggled into Yelena’s embrace, Lois finally slowly blurted out a question.
As soon as these words came out, the Yetis, who had just barely relaxed, instantly tensed up again.
They were afraid that Lois would blurt out the reason for their curiosity.
“Hmm?
What question…” Griseo, who thought she wouldn’t learn anything more from the Yetis tonight, slowly raised her head from Yelena’s embrace, blinking her violet big eyes curiously.
“That is, although Little Griseo, you’re not afraid of the cold, why do you always go barefoot?
Aren’t you afraid of hurting your feet?” Saying this, Lois’s gaze swept over Griseo’s bare, snow-white feet, which were conspicuously visible on the ground.
“…You mean that?
Because Kosma said he prefers it this way.” Griseo hadn’t expected Lois to ask this question, but she answered truthfully.
“Wait, who is Kosma?
He made you not wear shoes?” “???
What did I just hear!” “Ridiculous!
Why would Little Griseo listen to him!” Evidently, Griseo’s honest answer was like a drop of water splashing into a pot of oil; the surrounding Snow Monsters immediately erupted.
Even Yelena, who was holding the Little Girl, tightened her grip.
“Kosma is Kosma.
He is my family, but…
I can’t find him now.” At this, Griseo lowered her head, her expression becoming slightly dejected.
Both the transmigrator and the original “Griseo” knew very well that in the Honkai world…
Kosma was already dead.
“It’s okay, we’re here with you…” Looking down at the dejected Little Girl in her arms, Yelena reached out and gently patted her back to comfort her.
“That’s right, that’s right, don’t be sad, aren’t we here with you?” “I knew I shouldn’t have asked, so nosy!” “And who exactly is Kosma?
So enviable…
I hate it!” “Mm…
I’m fine now.” Listening to the playful sounds and seeing the warm, yellow colors surrounding her, Griseo, who had been feeling a bit down, quickly recovered.
—————— At another bonfire — “I…
came today to…
know something…” Across the bonfire, Patriot, looking at Tallulah and Alina sitting opposite him, spoke in a hushed voice.
His words were still hoarse and stammering, but it was unavoidable; his oripathy was worsening, damaging his vocal cords.
“What is it?
Tell us.” Tallulah already knew Patriot’s intention, so she wasn’t surprised by his sudden opening.
“That…
girl, what…
is her…
origin?
She…
can mimic…
us…
That…
is not…
a clumsy…
imitation.
I feel…
danger, so…
please give me…
a reasonable…
explanation.” Without hesitation, Patriot asked the question that had been bothering him, while also controlling his volume so that no unrelated personnel could hear.
“Let me explain this, after all, I brought that child back.
Tallulah, you can listen in too.” Before Tallulah could speak, Alina answered Patriot’s question.
After Alina spoke, Tallulah and Patriot both turned their gazes to her, waiting for her to continue.
“First, I don’t know Little Griseo’s origin.
In this regard, that Little one is very mysterious; even now, I haven’t been able to figure out her race.” “However, I do know what you mean by ‘mimicry.'” At this point, Alina paused for a moment in thought, then continued: “That is indeed not a clumsy imitation.
If I were to use a metaphor, it’s like Griseo is a blank canvas.” “Once she spends a long time with someone, she will take on that person’s color.
However, this situation usually doesn’t last too long; as long as she maintains distance and stays by herself, she will quickly revert.” “So…
that’s…
how it…
is.” “But this…
power…
and mysterious origin, what…
do you…
plan to…
do with this…
child?
You know…
she is not…
an Infected…” After listening to Alina’s narration, Patriot, with a serious expression, incisively raised the core issue of the matter.