March 7th was taken aback by the sheer force of the Savior’s handsome face.
Then she saw the yellow shirt and purple pants, and she couldn’t hold back her laughter.
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“Pfft, hahaha!” March 7th called out to Phainon behind her.
“We’re picking out your clothes from now on. No more buying your own!”
She grabbed Stelle’s hand and pulled her toward the space elevator.
“And no arguing!”
March 7th gave Phainon a playful wink, then led Stelle into the elevator that descended to the planet The Blue below.
Phainon followed them inside, a puzzled look on his face.
“Is the yellow and purple really that bad?” Their teasing had shaken his confidence.
“I honestly think it looks pretty good.”
“Let me ask you something, Phainon,” Stelle said, eyeing his resplendent white-gold robes.
“You didn’t pick out that robe yourself, did you?”
“No, Aglaea had it custom-made for me.”
Stelle shot March 7th an “I knew it” look, then continued.
“Just listen to us. We’ll pick out your clothes from now on.”
“Exactly! Us pretty girls have great taste!”
The space elevator descended quickly, and before long, they arrived on the surface of The Blue.
Located directly beneath Herta Space Station, The Blue was famous throughout the nearby star systems for its artificial oceans, which refracted an almost unreal blue glow.
It served as a major commercial and leisure hub for the surrounding star clusters.
Of course, part of its fame also came from being the home of Herta, the Emanator of Erudition and member of the Genius Society.
Having just survived the intense battles against the Doomsday Beast and Zephyro, not to mention the haunting nightmare, even Phainon felt a considerable amount of mental fatigue.
Standing at the entrance of The Blue’s largest domed commercial district, his frayed nerves finally began to relax.
“Sister Himeko just texted me,” March 7th said, looking at her phone.
“She said we should take the whole day off to have fun. They’ll handle the space station coordination on their own.”
Hearing this, Stelle took a deep breath.
The air was filled with the fresh scent of synthetic sea salt, the smoky aroma of grilled alien meat skewers, and the strange symphony of holographic advertisements playing from countless stores. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
She grinned, her fang showing.
“Target confirmed! Recharge energy, and shop till we drop!”
She dashed into the mall like a rocket.
March 7th wasn’t about to be left behind.
She bounced along after her, her pink hair bobbing like a lively nebula, her Six-Phase Ice accessories refracting dreamy halos of light under the blue glow.
“Wait up, Stelle!”
The two lively, beautiful girls brought the joy of Trailblaze to this planet.
Looking back at Phainon, who was still taking in the sights, March 7th waved him over.
“Keep up, Phainon! I just saw an ice cream place!”
“Coming.” With an affectionate smile, Phainon quickened his pace and caught up with them.
Before long, March and Stelle stood before a shop whose sign featured a giant ice cream cone model.
“Look! ‘Cosmic Dust Sundae’! Such a cool name! I heard they put edible interstellar micro-dust particles in it, and your tongue glows briefly after eating it! Dan Heng really missed out!”
“You never even thought about inviting Dan Heng, did you?” Stelle rolled her eyes, calling March out.
“Only because you’re the one hiding from Sister Himeko’s coffee.” March shot back with a deadpan stare.
“Ahaha, well, I’m going to buy some ice cream. You guys want any?”
“Yes! And I want the biggest one!”
Emerging from the ice cream shop, Phainon examined the frozen treat, unlike anything he’d seen in either Amphoreus or Blue Star.
The stardust seemed to swirl within the cup like a miniature galaxy.
He carefully scooped a small spoonful and put it in his mouth.
Cold, slightly sweet, with a strange, grainy texture that seemed to come from somewhere far among the stars.
“It’s sweet,” he said softly.
It was his simplest, most honest assessment of “goodness” beyond Amphoreus.
March 7th blinked, then scooped up the largest, golden-glowing “stardust” cherry from her cup and dropped it into Phainon’s.
“Here. Double the sweetness! May the future of our Express crew be smooth sailing!”
Then she took small, dainty licks of her ice cream and stuck out her tongue at Stelle.
“Look! My tongue really is glowing!”
“Glowing or not, you’re still beautiful, Miss March 7th.” Stelle took March’s right hand, making her blush with embarrassment.
Then, taking advantage of March’s distraction, Stelle smeared the hand covered in ice cream all over March’s face and ran off into the distance. This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.
“Silly March! Nyeh nyeh!” Stelle’s teasing voice echoed behind her.
“Y-y-y-y-y-y-you!” March was so flustered she could barely speak.
(‡▼益▼) “Don’t you run away!”
She chased after Stelle.
After teaching Stelle a lesson and thoroughly messing up her gray hair, March 7th was drawn to a shop selling various “defeated strong enemies” merchandise.
Prominently displayed in the window was an exquisite, miniature model of the Doomsday Beast’s Antimatter Engine.
“Phainon, March! This was the first tough enemy we took down together. Let’s each get one for our rooms, what do you say? It’s a memento from our very first Trailblaze adventure—it means a lot!”
“Sure.” Phainon had no objections to that.
“Since we’re here, let’s look around and see if there are any good gifts for the others!” March 7th glanced around and spotted a glowing keychain that mimicked the faint hum of an engine.
“This would be perfect for Dan Heng! He’d definitely find it annoying, haha!”
“As for Uncle Yang, I remember he really likes robot models. Hey, Phainon, Stelle, what do you think of this one?”
Following March’s gaze, they spotted a cool robot model displayed in the largest showcase.
“You folks have great taste,” a smiling clerk said, approaching them.
“This is a miniature toy robot developed independently by the Interastral Peace Corporation using their own technology. It can be disassembled and reassembled freely.”
He pulled up a video showcasing its many features.
“Also, this robot doesn’t have a name yet. It comes with voice recognition, so you can name it yourself.”
“Oh my god, this is perfect for Uncle Yang!” March 7th gasped, covering her mouth.
“How many Credits?”
“It’s on sale right now. I see you already have two items in your hands. Our store is currently running a promotion—buy three items and get a fifty percent discount!”
“That’s such a good deal! We’ll take it!” Stelle whipped out her credit card and handed it to the clerk like a big spender.
“Right away, honored customers!” The clerk’s eyes practically disappeared behind his smile.
“Please come to the counter to check out. And while you’re at it, let me know what name you’d like to give the robot.”
After a moment of thought, March blurted out, “Let’s call him ‘Hey!’ Just like how we have ‘Shut Up’ on the train.”
(My name is not Hey, it’s… Doge)
“March, that’s brilliant. Your naming skills are truly after my own heart!”