Just one look at the kitchen table was enough to make Ulyanovsk’s eyes cross.
The neat white tablecloth—which had somehow survived multiple General Secretaries, Presidents, and maybe even a few Tsars—was almost entirely buried beneath a mountain of neon-bright wrappers.
Candy bars, lollipops, chocolates, fudge, marmalade, marshmallows, and dozens of other confectionery monstrosities the aviation cruiser didn’t even know existed.
Looming over this sugary hoard like a cartoon supervillain was Komsomolets.
“Heh-heh-heh,” the girl surveyed her loot.
“Where should I start…” Swallowing loudly, she let out a nervous, giddy giggle.
The guy just shook his head and went back to balancing the squadron’s joint budget.
Dragging his new partner to the supermarket had turned out to be far more physically and mentally exhausting than he had anticipated.
Stern glares and logic rarely worked; he literally had to drag the Kanmusu away from certain aisles by force.
He could only hope this was a one-time incident, otherwise, he’d have to resort to strict disciplinary repressions.
Meanwhile, Komsomolets peeled the wrapper off her first victim and took a tiny bite.
“Tastes like happiness,” she exhaled blissfully, closing her eyes in pure pleasure.
“I hope you aren’t planning to inhale all of that in one night?” Ulyanovsk asked.
“I onwee gawd dwoo uh eesh,” the Kanmusu mumbled around a mouthful of candy.
The moment the aviation cruiser reached out toward the sweets, she literally growled at him.
“You’re deploying tomorrow,” Ulyanovsk ignored the warning, scooping half the colorful pile into a plastic bag.
“Mine!” the girl hissed, grabbing his arm.
She was instantly stopped by a heavy bottle of mineral water slamming onto the table right in front of her face.
“Tomorrow!” Ulyanovsk barked.
“And if I find out you launched a midnight raid on the kitchen, I’ll have you marching on the parade deck with the fresh boots!” “Not fair!” Komsomolets stubbornly held her ground.
However, the prospect of doing mindless drill formations with raw conscripts while wearing the epaulets of a Captain 2nd Rank worked like a bucket of ice water.
“Stretch out the pleasure, don’t gorge yourself all at once,” the guy stood up from the table.
Casting a glance at the kitchen cabinet, he shoved the bag of confiscated loot inside.
The girl, looking exactly like a kicked puppy, sadly chewed the rest of her fruit bar.
“Listen to me,” the aviation cruiser continued.
“I totally get it.
It’s a new life, you want to try everything, but it’s not worth the morning stomach cramps.
Although…” he paused, thinking for a second.
“Experience is the best teacher.
Actually, no, I won’t send you to the boots.
You can personally explain your absence to the Base Commander tomorrow morning.” “But it’s just chocolate!” Komsomolets protested.
“It’s not like I poured bunker fuel into the gas turbine lines!” “Oh, if you only knew…” Ulyanovsk smirked cryptically.
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough.” The girl eyed her sweets warily.
Satisfied with the disciplinary effect, the guy decided to touch upon another recent addition to his previously quiet life.
“One more thing.
As you’ve probably noticed, I use cards to summon my aircraft.
To make one, I have to manually build a plastic model of the aircraft and have my fairies perform some…
modifications to turn it into an actual weapon.
So, if your radar suddenly paints a massive blip right next to us—don’t go rushing in blindly with guns blazing.
Same applies to my anti-ship missiles.” “Do all aircraft carriers have it this complicated?” “As far as I know, yes.
You got incredibly lucky with your main battery.” “You can say that again,” Komsomolets shook her head in awe, reaching for the mineral water.
“Can I count on your common sense?” Ulyanovsk asked, shooting a quick look at the ceiling.
“I won’t let you down!” the girl threw a crisp salute after a brief pause.
“I really don’t like that pause…” “Honestly!
I have absolutely zero desire to experiment with my propulsion plant right before a combat deployment.
Besides, Kommuna warned me about something similar…” “Keep an emergency repair kit on you, just in case.
Actually, make it a habit to always carry at least one,” the aviation cruiser patted his breast pocket.
“Will do,” the Kanmusu nodded.
Shooting a heavy glare at the missile cruiser—who was already unwrapping another chocolate bar with a predatory grin—Ulyanovsk headed to the second floor.
He fully intended to figure out what those weird vibrations emanating from his bedroom were.
His familiar den greeted him in the exact same state he had left it that morning, yet the aviation cruiser couldn’t shake the feeling of an invisible presence.
His radars were clear.
His hydroacoustics were silent, picking up zero suspicious activity in the area.
Yet his Shipgirl intuition buzzed relentlessly, screaming that someone—or something—was nearby.
Something that definitely didn’t belong here.
He checked the wardrobe first.
No portals to other dimensions.
The feeling of a foreign presence lingered, forcing him to start checking the nightstands.
For all he knew, some tiny destroyer girl had decided to play hide-and-seek and slipped through the dimensional cracks.
His search yielded nothing until he opened the top drawer of his desk.
Inside rested a butterfly, its wings looking as though they had been carved from the thinnest sapphire.
Sensing freedom, the insect lazily flapped its wings a few times, fluttered up, and hovered right in front of the aviation cruiser’s face.
The bizarre creature looked incredibly familiar.
Something identical sat locked inside his safe as a decorative hairpin—and there was absolutely no way it could have escaped the metal box without help.
And Ulyanovsk was the only one who could open it.
He had seen this thing alive once before.
Thousands of miles away from home, during a wildly unsuccessful attempt by a certain Kansen to occupy his bed.
This didn’t exactly explain why it was in his desk drawer, though.
The insect, after hovering in front of the aviation cruiser’s face as if trying to tell him something, fluttered toward the wardrobe.
Anticipating trouble, Ulyanovsk carefully—so as not to spook it—slipped off his heavy rubber slipper.
The moment the sapphire wings landed on the door handle, he struck, bringing the sole crashing down onto the unsuspecting creature with blinding speed.
A soft pop echoed through the room.
Tiny shards of glass rained down, burning away in blue fire before they even hit the floor.
“Motherf—” Ulyanovsk hissed through his teeth, throwing his arm back.
It felt as though his entire arm had been violently twisted into a spiral and shoved through a meat grinder.
His slipper flew from his hand with a dull thud, slamming into the wall.
But for the aviation cruiser, the sound was completely drowned out by the faint creak of the wardrobe door opening.
A sliver of silver fur peeked through the crack.
A quick glance at the bedroom door confirmed it was still shut.
Komsomolets, according to his radar, was still in the kitchen, indulging in the sin of gluttony.
Sighing quietly, the guy yanked the wardrobe doors wide open, mentally bracing himself for whatever he was about to see.
“Ah?!” the guest squeaked, tumbling out onto the floor and thoroughly shocking her host.
The luxurious, extravagant kimono—an outfit that Sakura Empire Kansen would gladly kill each other to wear—was gone.
Instead, the Kansen was wearing an asphalt-colored micro-skirt that barely covered her backside, paired with an incredibly scandalous black-and-white top.
It barely contained her chest, and the entire midsection was made of dark, translucent mesh.
The only thing standing between her and total exposure was a narrow strip of black fabric barely the width of his palm.
The girl looked up, and Ulyanovsk clearly saw absolute panic in her amethyst eyes.
Before he could even say a word, the owner of the nine silver tails beat him to the punch: “Hide me!” Shinano pleaded, grabbing onto his legs.
She didn’t get to finish—the guy’s palm instantly clamped over her mouth.
Without waiting for a response, a foot clad in a black thigh-high gracefully kicked the wardrobe door shut.
A furry tail slammed into the wood with unexpected force to ensure it stayed closed.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” the aviation cruiser hissed, ignoring the tight grip of her elegant arms around his legs as he stepped toward the wardrobe.
Fighting past the resistance of her tails, which actively tried to stop him from opening the closet, he peeked inside.
Instead of racks of dresses with Shinano hiding among them, it was just his own gear.
Seeing this, the girl breathed a massive sigh of relief.
“Dammit…” Ulyanovsk didn’t share the uninvited guest’s joy.
“And what am I supposed to do with you?” he asked the kitsune on the floor.
“That’s question number one.” “Take me in?” the Kansen suggested innocently, attempting to deploy her absolute best puppy-dog eyes.
“You show up in my house uninvited,” the aviation cruiser didn’t take the bait, “and you think you get to dictate terms?
That’s question number two.
And for the love of God, what the hell are you wearing?” Shinano froze for a second, then looked down at her own cleavage.
The fox ears on her head instantly snapped straight up.
She scrambled backward, practically flying through the air, wrapping herself tightly in a thick armor of furry tails.
The result was a silver, furry sphere with a head poking out of the top, resting on his floor.
“Don’t look!” she squeaked in embarrassment, pressing her back against the wall.
“You invited yourself in,” the guy turned to face her.
“And now you’re making demands?” “It’s a request,” Shinano countered.
“Flagship, is everything alright?” Komsomolets yelled from the first floor.
“The chandelier down here swung kinda suspiciously!” The kitsune wrapped in tails shot a deeply offended glare at the floorboards, roughly where the missile cruiser Kanmusu was standing downstairs.
“I didn’t…” she started to hiss, but Ulyanovsk cut her off.
“Everything’s fine!” he yelled back to his partner.
“You sure?” Footsteps echoed from the hallway outside the door.
“Keep quiet,” the aviation cruiser hissed at his furry colleague.
Before she could even utter a response, he shoved her head straight down into her furry cocoon.
Externally, the Kansen now looked exactly like a large, silver beanbag chair.
This sparked a devious idea in Ulyanovsk’s mind on how to hide the guest in his radar shadow.
While his ability to manipulate electronic warfare without summoning his rigging—especially on land—was still a work in progress, he decided to play it safe.
“You sure?” Komsomolets knocked on the door.
By this time, the aviation cruiser had comfortably seated himself right on top of the runaway’s lap.
Shinano, completely unready for this, let out a muffled *eep* as she felt something massive and heavy settle onto her.
“Check for yourself if you don’t believe me,” Ulyanovsk offered.
The opening door completely drowned out any muffled protests coming from the makeshift chair.
Komsomolets peeked inside, finding her flagship sprawled comfortably in a weird, furry beanbag chair, his hands behind his head, looking at his subordinate questioningly.
“Are those things actually comfortable?” the Kanmusu asked.
“Depends on your taste.
I absolutely love it,” Ulyanovsk slipped a hand through the fur armor and scratched Shinano’s crown.
“Soft, warm, incredibly comfortable.” “I never understood the appeal.” “Judging?” “To each their own.” “Want me to comment on your sugar addiction?
I distinctly remember you buying three kilos of candy bars with sugar levels classified as ‘instant diabetic shock’.” “They aren’t that bad!” Komsomolets tried to defend her stash.
“Oh really?
I opened one, and I swear I was suddenly standing in a lake of pure molasses.” “You…
did what?” the girl frowned.
“You do know sugar is highly flammable, right?” “This is all lies and provocation!” the Kanmusu feigned absolute outrage, immediately marching back downstairs to defend her sweets from destruction.
The moment the door clicked shut behind the cruiser, the furry cocoon bloomed open like a flower, leaving the guy sitting in the center.
Two arms clad in black velvet fingerless gloves wrapped around the aviation cruiser from behind, pressing his back flush against her chest.
“Brute,” Shinano whispered softly, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“You’re imagining things,” Ulyanovsk replied.
Staying silent, the girl shifted slightly upward.
This caused the guy to slide off her lap onto the floor, his head coming to rest directly against the Kansen’s chest.
Looking up with a silent question, he met the gaze of the kitsune leaning over him.
She was acting incredibly suspicious.
“Last time, you fought back,” Shinano reminded him.
“Last time, you weren’t this active,” Ulyanovsk parried.
“I had to actually put in effort to get any reaction out of you.
Care to explain yourself before I upgrade from words to actions?
Or do you want to race and see whose turbines spool up faster?” The Kansen fell into deep thought, evidenced by her slowly drooping ears.
“I won’t judge, I promise,” he added.
Her tails twitched nervously.
The girl closed her eyes and let out a doomed sigh.
“I got caught and they tried to force me to do unpleasant things,” she whispered.
That partially explained the guest’s scandalous attire.
“Want to talk about it?” The only person capable of forcing a Kanmusu to wear something against her will was another Shipgirl, but Ulyanovsk highly doubted his comrades were capable of such treachery.
The defenders of humanity, as far as he knew from the commanders’ reports, weren’t exactly the snake pit that female collectives were stereotypically painted as.
So, factoring in the constant slips of the tongue from other interdimensional visitors, there was only one logical option left.
“It’s all their fault…” he heard a quiet voice.
“Their?” “I merely planted a suggestion in the Admiral’s mind to send the girls to support the domestic auto manufacturers’ racing teams.
But I never could have imagined just how successful it would be!
And now they’re trying to take revenge on me!” Shinano flared up with sheer indignation.
“As if I was the one who made those outfits Taihou, Shoukaku, and Zuikaku had to wear!
Atago actually liked hers!” “What?” Ulyanovsk blinked, but the girl was already venting like a broken dam.
“As a result, the girls decided I was the root of all evil and must be held accountable!
They conspired beforehand!
How else do you explain Takao convincing Eugen to hand over her outfit, and the rest somehow persuading Amagi to alter it?!
And to top it off, they deliberately tailored it a size too small…” The guy’s palm clamped over the fox’s mouth, stopping her from going on a full Japanese rant.
“Where is the connection?” Shinano mumbled something completely unintelligible into his palm.
Ulyanovsk just shook his head.
“Please, observe radio silence.
I have absolutely zero desire to explain your existence to my partner, there’s no need to traumatize the poor girl.
Now, from the beginning, and without the hysterics,” the aviation cruiser requested, moving his hand away from her face.
“Okay?” After a second of silence, the Kanmusu nodded and began her tale.
She explained how, feeling spatial disturbances in someone else’s wardrobe, Shinano planned and executed a literal black-ops mission.
She planted an insane idea in the commander’s head, temporarily stripping the base of its most combat-ready aircraft carriers.
She even took out the strongest one entirely, arguing she didn’t want some “prototype” interfering.
And all of this just for a portal to another world, which she eventually paid the price for.
“What?” the Kansen finished pouring her heart out, only to look down and meet the guy’s utterly blank, uncomprehending stare.
Ulyanovsk, lying comfortably against the girl’s chest, stared silently at the ceiling, thinking.
The temporary inconveniences Shinano pitched as ‘unimaginable suffering’ would make sense if she actually gained something from being in his room.
However, according to Formidable, the sole beneficiary of the portal’s existence was Ulyanovsk himself.
“What’s the point?” “The point of what?” “Your obsession with the portal,” the guy clarified.
“Why do you need this?” The fox fell silent, turning away to intensely study something completely uninteresting on the wall.
Giving her a few moments to answer, and receiving nothing, Ulyanovsk got to his feet and slowly trudged toward the wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” the Kansen asked anxiously.
Reaching his target, the aviation cruiser took a theatrically deep breath and yanked the doors open.
“Go home,” he turned back to the girl.
“And think about your behavior!” “Eh?” Shinano managed to squeeze out, blinking in total confusion.
“What part of that is hard to understand?” the aviation cruiser asked the blinking fox.
“I have a massive military operation coming up with an insanely high risk factor.
I don’t have time for this nonsense.” The Kansen wanted to object, but a muffled, highly displeased female voice suddenly echoed from inside the wardrobe.
Freezing like a statue, she warily eyed the wooden portal box, then looked at the guy, who made an inviting gesture inside.
With a grace completely unexpected from the guy—and most importantly, absolutely silently—she uncoiled like a loaded spring.
The guest’s leap reminded Ulyanovsk of a nature documentary he’d seen where foxes dove headfirst into the snow to hunt field mice.
Catching Shinano mid-flight was child’s play, but demonstrating agility he had never seen before, she managed to twist around and kick the wardrobe shut, muffling the impact with her tails.
“Please don’t,” the girl begged, hanging off her nuclear classmate.
“Why not?
All you have to do is wiggle your stern in front of an audience for a few hours.” “I don’t want to!” Shinano stubbornly dug her heels in.
Debating for a moment whether to just shake the clingy fox off onto the floor, Ulyanovsk decided to play the polite host one last time.
Sitting the girl down on the bed, he waited in silence for an explanation.
“I don’t like crowded places,” Shinano began, tucking her shins under herself, sitting in the traditional Japanese seiza posture.
“Too many emotions…
it’s hard to maintain focus.” However, based on what the guy knew of island nation etiquette, clasping your hands tightly over your lap wasn’t strictly necessary.
Especially for someone with such generous upper proportions.
“After something like that, I have to meditate for hours just to regain my clarity of vision,” Shinano continued.
Sighing sadly and dropping her ears, she added: “They scold me for it, calling me lazy.
Only the Supreme Priestess of the Empire understands my discomfort, but she can’t convince the others.
They just think she’s running away from her own problems and only respect her for her past merits.” “You know, if you hadn’t shown me those visions earlier, I’d call you overly superstitious.
But what does your psychic radar have to do with my wardrobe?” “It’s quiet here,” Shinano answered.
“Quiet…” Ulyanovsk repeated, looking out the window.
“If you only knew…” “And you needed help,” the girl smiled, looking up.
“Back then.
And now.” “I’m afraid you’re powerless right now,” the aviation cruiser sighed.
“Thanks for the offer, though.” “You’re wrong,” the fox said, rising up on her knees.
When she placed her palms on his cheeks, Ulyanovsk felt a heavy wave of deja vu.
Once again, blue butterflies swirled around the two carriers.
Just like last time, the girl closed her eyes and tilted his head forward until their foreheads touched.
“Trust me,” Shinano whispered.
The guy waited calmly to see what the guest from another world would show him this time, actively trying not to look at the girl’s seductive lips or, worse, let his gaze drop any lower.
Time ticked on.
Temptation battled morality, and the half-naked kitsune remained perfectly still.
Ulyanovsk actually started to wonder if she had gotten completely insolent and just fallen asleep, but her palms suddenly turned ice-cold.
Her closed eyelids twitched rapidly, as if Shinano was desperately searching for something.
“The heavens will clash with crimson fire, claiming their right over the solid earth,” the Kansen began to whisper, struggling to suppress a shiver.
“But it is not stone they crave, those doomed upon the stakes…
The Snow Cross has given its consent…” The girl abruptly stopped and went completely limp, losing consciousness.
Reacting instantly, Ulyanovsk caught her before she could fall, anxiously checking over the pale guest.
“What the hell was that,” he muttered, wiping a trickle of blood from under Shinano’s nose.
Laying her on the bed, the aviation cruiser checked her pulse and breathing, then pressed hard on the acupressure point above her upper lip.
The complete lack of reaction confirmed the girl wasn’t faking it; she was genuinely out cold.
Muttering curses under his breath about fortune-tellers and psychics, he headed for the kitchen.
Ulyanovsk had a pretty good idea what caused the kitsune’s reaction.
Sirius and Belfast had already given him an idea of how the Abyssals’ aura affected the psyches of Shipgirls from the other world.
And if Shinano truly possessed a spiritual gift, she perceived that aura of negativity far more intensely.
Unfortunately, Kanmusu had absolutely zero countermeasures against it, except for sweets.
The phrase ‘eating your feelings’ had a very literal, medicinal meaning for them.
Komsomolets didn’t even react to her flagship entering the kitchen, continuing to reorganize her sugary wealth in the overhead cabinets.
“Did you at least wash that down with tea?” Ulyanovsk asked.
“Uh-huh,” the cruiser nodded.
“What are these little boxes?” she asked, pointing at a stack of brown cardboard rectangles.
“These?” the aviation cruiser squinted at the alphanumeric code stamped on one side.
“As a sweets lover, you’re going to hate this.
Simply put—it’s freeze-dried instant chocolate from the Marine MREs.
Scored some recently thanks to a buddy who’s a warrant officer.” Hearing the explanation, Komsomolets yanked her hand away from the box like it was red-hot iron.
“Freeze-dried chocolate?” she hissed.
“And instant?
Who the hell came up with that perversion?!” Doing her absolute best impression of a cobra whose tail had just been stepped on by a combat boot, the girl began rapidly moving her sweets to a completely different shelf.
“Don’t knock it.
It’s actually pretty good, especially if you brew two packets into one mug.
By the way…” Ulyanovsk remembered the unconscious fox upstairs.
“That’s exactly what I came down here for.” The cruiser shot him a look of such absolute condemnation, you’d think he just pissed on the Eternal Flame.
“Having a nuclear reactor is not an excuse to eat garbage,” the girl grumbled.
“You should read the ingredients of the crap you just inhaled.
Keep that up and you’ll grow to the size of an Orlan,” the aviation cruiser winked at his partner, touching the kettle.
“Oh, still hot…” “No thanks, I’ll pass,” Komsomolets shook her head vigorously.
“Less you know, sounder you sleep.” “Smart girl,” pulling two packets of powder from the box, Ulyanovsk started brewing the drink.
“By the way, does the phrase ‘Snow Cross’ mean anything to you?” “Snow cross…” the Kanmusu repeated.
“No.
Never heard of it.
Some geographic name in the Arctic Ocean?” “If I only knew…” the aviation cruiser shrugged, tapping his finger against the mug.
“You sure you don’t want to try?” Watching the pile of black powder turn the mug into a literal black hole, the cruiser doubled her efforts in relocating her stash.
Once the very last chocolate bar was safely in its new home, she practically bolted from the kitchen.
“I’m going to bed,” the girl stopped in the doorway.
“You need the bathroom?” “There are three in this house,” Ulyanovsk reminded her.
“Just reporting in,” Komsomolets mumbled and vanished behind the door.
“Ah, the youth,” the aviation cruiser sighed, pulling a can of condensed milk out of the fridge.
“They don’t know the first thing about cooking…” Just two spoonfuls of the dairy product transformed the miniature portal to the abyss into a delicious-smelling, milky hot chocolate.
“No attention to detail,” Ulyanovsk shook his head, shoving the can deep into the fridge.
Returning to his room, he nearly dropped the mug on the floor.
The fox, who had been completely out cold just minutes ago, was now sleeping peacefully, rolled onto her side and hugging one of her tails.
The remaining eight acted as a blanket, wrapping their owner up warmly.
‘Okay, now that’s just pure insolence,’ the aviation cruiser thought, spotting the pillow hidden perfectly beneath Shinano’s silver hair.
The door lock clicked softly, cutting off any unwanted surprises.
Setting the mug on the table, the guy leaned over the Kansen.
The deathly pallor that had made the fox look more like an Abyssal was completely gone; her skin had returned to a healthy, rosy flush.
Debating how to wake the squatter who had, once again, tried to occupy his bed didn’t take long.
One look at the twitching fox ear was enough to make his choice.
But the moment Ulyanovsk touched the soft fur, the girl opened her eyes and smiled guiltily.
“I didn’t mean to,” Shinano apologized, yawning and covering her mouth with her palm.
“I see,” the guy nodded theatrically.
“And the pillow just magically slipped under your head all on its own.” The Kansen tried to look even more guilty, but the aviation cruiser could see right through her eyes that she didn’t regret her actions for a single second.
“Get up,” grabbing the mug of hot chocolate from the table, Ulyanovsk handed it to the girl.
“Drink.” “This?” she asked, sitting up in bed and dangling her legs over the edge.
“I have a pretty good idea of what you might have seen in your…
vision,” the guy decided not to use a harsher word for the guest.
“Chocolate helps with the aftereffects, trust me.
Hot chocolate does it even faster.” Taking the mug in her hands, Shinano cautiously sniffed the contents, then lapped at it like a cat.
“Hot,” she whimpered, inevitably burning her tongue.
“I warned you,” the aviation cruiser sighed.
“Drink, and tell me what you saw.” The fox lowered her gaze into the mug, gripping it tightly in her palms as if trying to warm up.
“I do not know if this will be of any help to you,” she began whispering.
“But I saw the spawns of darkness—unholy abominations of flesh and metal—tearing each other apart.
And watching this slaughter were two monsters in human form…” Toward the end, the Kansen’s voice began to tremble, and Ulyanovsk gently nudged the mug upward.
Despite the scandalous outfit accentuating her seductive curves, the girl looked much more like an abandoned kitten than a heartbreaker.
Even the cute ears, which the guy had subconsciously started stroking to comfort the fox, were pressed flat against her head.
“M-my ears…” a soft moan escaped Shinano’s lips.
“Can you give me a rough description of either of the humanoids?” the aviation cruiser ignored the classmate’s weak protests.
“And seriously, drink the chocolate, it helps,” he reminded her.
The girl tried to twist her head away to escape the stroking of her highly sensitive anatomy, but failed.
Sighing, accepting her fate, she took a sip from the mug and continued: “The first was in a black dress, commanding a massive, two-headed, eyeless demon,” the Kansen shuddered, downing half the contents in a single gulp.
“The second was her exact opposite.
Completely white, engulfed in the crimson flame of absolute hatred…
I only remember her hairstyle: two side tails tied with crimson fire, almost like ribbons…
Please, don’t ask for more, I don’t want to remember,” squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head frantically.
“I won’t,” the guy assured her.
Shinano fell silent, focusing entirely on the chocolate, which was already starting to cool.
Ulyanovsk’s previous irritation, caused by the fainting fox, was replaced by genuine sympathy.
Even among Kanmusu, many fell into a stupor when laying eyes on an Abyssal Hime, so the Kansen could easily be forgiven.
“Palau…” after a while, she gathered her courage and broke the silence.
“One of them was named Palau…
The second…” “You got the second one too,” the aviation cruiser smiled approvingly.
“Falira…” Shinano exhaled.
Now it was Ulyanovsk’s turn to freeze like a statue, completely stopping the stroking of the girl’s ears.