Early in the morning, a scream full of shock and shame pierced through the thin walls.
” Aaaahhh!!!
You, you, you…
why are you in my arms?!”
Immediately following was another female voice, filled with panic and confusion:
” I, I…
I don’t know either!”
It was the voices of Seele and Bronya.
On the bed, the two who had been “clearly separated” the night before were now entangled in an incredibly intimate position—Seele’s arms were tightly wrapped around Bronya’s waist, and Bronya was curled up almost entirely in Seele’s embrace.
Both of them were clearly frightened by this overly “stimulating” way of waking up; they separated abruptly as if electrocuted, springing to opposite ends of the bed.
Their cheeks flushed red at an alarming speed, and their eyes darted away, neither daring to look at the other.
The air was filled with an atmosphere of embarrassment so thick it was almost frozen.
” Haaah~ ” A lazy, sleepy yawn came from the small bed nearby.
Sirin sat up, holding the still-drowsy Clara.
Her long hair was slightly messy.
She frowned slightly, looked toward the large bed, and spoke with a hint of annoyance at being woken up:
” It’s early in the morning, why are you two making so much noise?
You woke up both me and Clara.”
She lowered her head and gently patted the back of the little girl in her arms.
Clara rubbed her sleepy eyes, blinked in confusion, and whispered obediently: ” Mmm, good morning, Mommy…
Good morning, Big Sister Seele, Big Sister Bronya.”
” Mom!” Seele turned her head abruptly, glaring at Sirin with a mix of shame and anger, her face red enough to drip blood.
Although she had no concrete evidence, a strong premonition told her—this was definitely the handiwork of her “mother,” who never played by the rules!
” Why are you yelling?” Sirin glanced at her, her tone flat but carrying an unquestionable authority.
” If you yell again, you aren’t getting any breakfast.”
Seele: “…” She turned her face away, pouting, but remembering her mother’s ruthlessness when it came to following through on her words, she swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue and instead silently accused her with her eyes. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
After a subtle silence and a somewhat rushed washing up, a simple breakfast concluded in a strange atmosphere.
After the meal, Seele seemed to want to escape this embarrassing place as quickly as possible and rushed out the door as soon as she finished eating.
Bronya politely thanked Sirin again for letting her stay the night, then tidied herself up and followed Seele out.
Seele led Bronya through streets that were both familiar and unfamiliar in silence, eventually arriving at the former orphanage in the Underworld.
Standing before the ruins, a palpitation from the depths of Bronya’s soul and a sense of familiarity with this place surged up without warning, accompanied by fragmented and blurry images of cold, hunger, and…
a little warmth and companionship.
” I…” Bronya’s voice was very soft, trembling with disbelief.
” Was I…
here before, too?”
Seele heard this whisper, which was almost like sleep-talking.
She looked deeply at Bronya, complex emotions surging within her—surprise, realization, a trace of bitterness, and a sense of relief that the dust had finally settled.
Sirin’s words were finally confirmed at this moment.
But Seele didn’t say anything about them having been playmates in the past.
Times had changed, and things were no longer the same.
One was a key member of Wildfire struggling in the Underworld, and the other was the heir to the Overworld carefully cultivated by the Supreme Guardian.
Rather than forcing a recognition of that past, which had long since blurred and might bring more trouble, it was better to…
just treat it as getting to know each other again.
” Is there…
anything I can do for this place?” Bronya turned around and looked at Seele.
Her eyes no longer held only confusion and shock, but had gained a trace of calm, a sense of responsibility that belonged to her.
She had seen the suffering of the Underworld, experienced it firsthand, and could no longer turn a blind eye to it.
Seele looked at the earnest light in her eyes, and the last trace of doubt in her heart seemed to dissipate.
She nodded, her tone softer than before: ” Come with me.
Wildfire…
seems to have some major decisions to discuss today.”
Unlike the original plot where she hid her identity as the leader of Wildfire and let Oleg step forward, because of Sirin’s clear instructions and the judgment that the “Astral Express Crew is hope,” Natasha chose a more direct approach.
She looked at the three members of the Astral Express Crew, her gaze clear and sincere: ” Let me reintroduce myself.
I, Natasha, am not only the doctor here, but also…
the true leader of Wildfire.”
This revelation caused March 7th to let out a small “wow,” Dan Heng’s gaze flickered, and Stelle blinked, seemingly finding it reasonable.
” Thank you all for being willing to listen,” Natasha continued, her tone serious.
” Regarding the current situation of Belobog, regarding the Fragmentum, and regarding the Stellaron you mentioned, our understanding is limited.”
” But in the Underworld, there is a robot who perhaps understands the secrets of this planet better than anyone else, and may even know the specific whereabouts of that Stellaron.”
Her gaze swept over everyone: ” It is the leader of the Robot Settlement, Svarog.”
” In order to uncover the truth and find a way to break the deadlock,” Natasha made her decision, ” Wildfire will fully assist you all in heading to the Robot Settlement to attempt contact and negotiation with Svarog.”
The clinic door was pushed open, and Seele and Bronya walked in, one after the other.
” Everyone’s here?” Seele’s gaze quickly swept over the people in the room and finally landed on Natasha, reporting naturally: ” Boss, we’re here.
What do you need us to do next?”
” Seele, you’ve arrived just in time.” Natasha nodded at them, her tone steady.
However, the moment Natasha’s words fell—” Seele?”
Stelle, standing next to March 7th, suddenly lit up, as if she had heard a key signal.
She immediately turned her head, her gaze locking directly onto the girl who had just entered, looking her up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny.
” Stelle, what are you doing?” March 7th, standing next to her, was baffled by Stelle’s overly “intense” gaze and couldn’t help but nudge her with her elbow, asking in a low voice: ” Why do you keep staring at that girl like that?
It’s kind of rude.”
” It’s nothing.” Reminded by March 7th, Stelle seemed to snap out of it.
She immediately withdrew her overly direct gaze, returned to her usual slightly airheaded expression, and even nonchalantly raised a hand to scratch her cheek.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”