A short while later, the clinic door was pushed open once again.
Bronya walked out.
Her face wore a clear expression of confusion, bewilderment, and unease at her unfamiliar surroundings.
Standing at the entrance of the clinic, she took a deep breath of the Underworld air, as if steeling herself to resolve to go and “see for herself” this real Underworld, which was completely different from the propaganda of the Overworld.
“Welcome back.” Sirin sat on a high vantage point, her gaze calm, whispering to herself.
Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.
Bronya…
Sirin’s thoughts drifted away for a moment.
I hope the pairing between you and the kid can still continue smoothly…
Just as she was lost in thought, the clinic door was opened for the third time.
This time, it was March 7th who came out.
The pink-haired girl had fully regained her energy.
She first stood at the doorway, stretched her arms wide, and then looked around, a hint of confusion on her face.
“Where did that guy Dan Heng run off to?
Even Doctor Natasha said she didn’t know…” March 7th muttered softly, scratching her head.
“Forget it, forget it.
Anyway, with that guy’s skills, he definitely won’t get lost.”
She quickly cast these worries to the back of her mind, her face once again blossoming with a bright smile.
“Since things have come to this, let’s take some photos first~” She decided happily, pulling her precious camera out of her small bag.
“After we go back, I can properly share our Trailblaze journey with Sister Selene.”
She raised the camera, adjusted the angle, and skillfully aimed it at herself.
“Click!”
The crisp sound of the shutter rang out.
March 7th lowered the camera and couldn’t wait to look down at the beautiful photo she had just taken.
In the photo, her own smile was radiant, forming a sharp contrast with the background of Boulder Town.
However, at the upper edge of the photo, in a spot she hadn’t noticed at all, a figure had been clearly captured!
That person was sitting on an abandoned steel frame, purple hair cascading down, seemingly looking towards the direction of the lens, and even making a playful “V” sign at the camera!
“Huh?!”
March 7th was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked up, gazing in the direction of the figure in the photo.
But March 7th had excellent eyesight—as an archer, this was a basic skill.
She clearly saw Sirin’s exquisite face, long purple hair, and…
the clearly non-human, delicate joints exposed outside her clothing.
(An Automaton?) March 7th quickly judged in her heart, not feeling any fear, but rather, her eyes lit up.
(What a beautiful…
Automaton sister!)
In March 7th’s view, although this “Automaton sister” had a somewhat cold temperament, her eyes looked quite gentle.
And since she could sit so quietly in such a high place, she shouldn’t be a bad person…
right?
Perhaps she could ask her and learn about the situation here?
Unlike Dan Heng, who was always vigilant and treated the Stellaron Hunters like a formidable enemy, March 7th had never seen a wanted poster for Sirin, nor did she have a deep understanding of the complex power struggles in the universe.
Her judgment was based more on intuition and the other person’s…
appearance.
Simply put, how could a beautiful girl be a bad person?
High above, Sirin watched March 7th below, seeing her unguarded, even curious and excited gaze.
She shook her head almost imperceptibly, thinking silently to herself:
(Didn’t I…
tell her, when facing strangers, she still needs to maintain a little vigilance?
This child…)
At this moment, March 7th below had already waved her hand vigorously towards her, shouting in a crisp voice:
“Hey, sister!
Sister up there!”
Sirin watched her full-of-energy appearance and did not remain seated.
She leaped forward lightly, as if weightless, falling precisely from the high perch to a spot not far in front of March 7th, her movements fluid and silent.
“Wow!” March 7th was slightly amazed by this nimble display, praising her sincerely, “Sister, nice moves!”
“What is it, little sister?” Sirin stood still, looking at March 7th, and asked in a flat tone.
“Just call me March!” March 7th introduced herself with a grin, then curiously looked Sirin over, “What’s your name, sister?”
“Sirin.” Sirin replied concisely.
“Ce?”
Hearing this name, March 7th’s eyes instantly lit up, as if she had discovered some incredible coincidence. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
She stepped forward, her smile becoming even brighter, carrying a sense of closeness as if she had “found a kindred spirit.”
“That is such a coincidence!
I have a sister, and her surname is also ‘Ce’!”
Because of the commonality of “Ce”, March 7th’s impression of this “Automaton sister” who had a cold temperament, great agility, and looked quite pretty, shot up significantly.
However, March 7th’s heartfelt words of closeness, falling into Sirin’s ears, caused a very faint ripple in her calm state of mind.
(Ce…?)
(I don’t think I…
ever told March my “surname”, right?)
Everyone on the Astral Express, including Himeko, Welt, and even Pom-Pom, had always referred to her by the name “Selene”, while March 7th called her “Sister Selene”.
No one had ever spoken her full name.
As for March 7th, although she called her “Sister Selene” affectionately all day long, given this child’s carefree personality, she had probably never delved into the full name of “Selene”, as she assumed “Selene” was the full name.
Having figured this out, the barely perceptible fluctuation in Sirin’s eyes quickly subsided.
She looked at March 7th’s smile, which was free of any gloom and purely happy because of the “coincidence”, feeling a bit helpless, yet also amused.
(This child…
honestly.)
But immediately, a thought, like a stone thrown into a still lake, rippled through her consciousness.
(However…
my surname)
(In the future, perhaps it could become…
a great help to those players?)
(In that case…)
Sirin’s gaze fell back onto the curious March 7th before her, and deep within those calm eyes, a trace of a very faint meaning, understood only by herself, flashed by.
(I’ll just…
go along with this child’s misunderstanding.)
She did not correct March 7th’s misunderstanding about the “surname”, nor did she explain the possible connection between “Selene” and “Sirin”.
She simply maintained that calm, ripple-free expression, nodded at March 7th, as if tacitly accepting this “same surname” coincidence.
“Is that so?
That is indeed quite a coincidence.” Sirin’s tone remained flat, without much emotion, but she did not deny March 7th’s statement.
And for now, she only needed to play the part of this somewhat special “Automaton sister” named “Sirin” that was met by chance in the Underworld.