"My god, that scared me to death... Luckily, Big Sister Serval, you arrived in time. If you had been any later, I would have been beaten to death by her, boohoo~"
Sampo hid behind Serval, pointing an accusing finger with a grievous expression.
Stelle slowly took two steps back, revealing a polite yet awkward smile. "Um... Actually, I can explain. This Sampo is most likely impersonating a Silvermane Guards consultant... Would you believe me if I said that?"
No, wait! Serval wearing Gepard's clothes is super incongruous, okay?!
"Whatever you want to say, you can say it slowly to the arbitration group after coming back with us first," Serval said expressionlessly. "Guards, take them away!"
"Wait!"
Just then, a sharp cry rang out. March 7th and the others gradually caught up. Seeing Stelle surrounded, March 7th's eyes turned cold. She lifted Cloud Piercer and leaped into the encirclement, standing firmly in front of Stelle.
"March, don't be impulsive!"
Dan Heng and Welt followed closely behind. The two did not immediately draw their weapons but instead attempted to communicate. "Sorry, we mean no offense. But before we take action, could you tell us what exactly we've done wrong?"
"You have companions too?" Serval frowned slightly. She pointed at Stelle and said, "Your companion was previously pursuing and trying to kill our Silvermane Guards' senior consultant. As a Captain, I must arrest them according to the law."
Stelle clasped her hands together and said with a bitter smile, "Captain, we didn't know that guy was your senior consultant before this. This is truly a misunderstanding!"
"Oh? So you're saying if he weren't our Silvermane Guards' senior consultant, it would be fine for you to pursue him?" Serval snorted coldly. "Take them!"
"The problem is this guy was hiding in a snow pile! In this remote wilderness, we thought he was a bandit!" Stelle continued to defend herself, but when she saw Serval already raising her shield, she understood—this elite enemy was unavoidable.
Why did she change her personality when she took on Gepard's identity too? So single-minded... Stelle gripped her bat tightly and sighed inwardly: Sister Serval, my bat might be a bit hard, so please bear with it.
As a fierce battle seemed imminent, Welt silently walked to the front of the group. His cane automatically transformed into the Star of Eden as he said calmly, "Everyone, please calm down first."
Thud—
An invisible pressure instantly spread out. Multiplied gravity enveloped the Silvermane Guards, immediately pressing a large number of figures to the ground. Only Serval, gritting her silver teeth, stubbornly resisted the pressure of gravity.
Stelle silently put her bat away. She almost forgot—with an overpowered Mr. Yang here, any real danger could be confidently handed over to him. Even if more Abundance curs came, there would be no need to fear!
"Everyone, we mean no offense."
Seeing that his move had achieved its purpose, Welt immediately withdrew the gravity field and patiently explained, "We are Nameless from beyond the sky, coming to this planet to offer help. Previously pursuing your senior consultant was unintentional. Please believe us."
After speaking, Welt immediately gave March 7th a meaningful look. Seeing this, March 7th promptly threw a photo to Serval. "If you don't believe us, you can see for yourself."
It was a panoramic photo she had casually taken of Jarilo-VI before arriving on this planet.
"This is..." Serval looked at the photo, a look of astonishment appearing on her face. She hesitated for a moment. "You just said you come from... beyond the sky?"
"Big Sis, what is this?"
"They said this is where we live? How is that possible? How could we be on such a round ball?"
"This is too absurd! Big Sis, what should we do?"
"..."
Hearing the various discussions from the Silvermane Guards beside her, Serval pondered for a moment and reluctantly compromised. "If you truly come from beyond the sky, then I apologize for my previous rash actions. I will take you to see Coco... cough, I mean, the Supreme Guardian."
"As for the conflict between you and our senior consultant... Huh? Where is Mr. Sampo?"
Serval originally intended to help resolve the misunderstanding between both parties, but when she turned around, where was he?
The Silvermane Guards nearby looked at each other. They had just been pressed to the ground and mopped up by Welt—how could they have had the energy to pay attention to that "senior consultant"?
"Big Sis, could we have really made a mistake? We're a defense team, a pure combat squad. When has headquarters ever assigned us a consultant?" a Silvermane Guard cautiously asked. "Is it possible that we were tricked by that blue-haired guy?"
The corner of Serval's mouth twitched. "It seems... it seems somewhat possible..."
She felt she might have been impulsive again. If those two at home found out about this, they would definitely laugh at her, right? And Cocolia would probably find an excuse to give her "special training" again...
"It's entirely possible!"
Stelle had somehow appeared next to the two and joined the conversation. "Look at that guy—he doesn't talk straight. You've definitely been deceived!"
"Sorry, this is my negligence..." Serval lowered her head. "I apologize to everyone."
"An apology is enough?" Stelle moved closer to Serval, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. "Captain, you wouldn't want us to report you to the Supreme Guardian, would you?"
"What do you want?" Knowing she was in the wrong, Serval clearly lacked confidence and asked weakly.
"Well, it's simple~" Stelle extended a finger. "You owe us a favor. Later, if we encounter some emergency situation, like you stopping us somewhere, you have to let us off the hook."
Hearing this, Serval immediately straightened her expression. "Sorry, I can only represent myself in owing a personal favor. If you encounter the Silvermane Guards Captain, I still won't—"
"Okay, okay, don't be so serious." Stelle scratched her head. "Didn't I say it's just a hypothetical? It's not for real."
"Ah, sorry, I'm too rigid." Serval showed a bitter smile. "Let me introduce myself first. I'm Serval, Captain of the Silvermane Guards. You can call me by my name in private. Out of apology, everyone, I owe you a favor. If there's anything I can help with personally, just say the word."
Stelle thought for a moment. "Is it one favor per person, or one favor total?"
"I think, since you almost harmed us just now, you should owe one per person, right? Don't you agree?"
Hearing this, the Silvermane Guards nearby looked at each other. Harmed you? Who? Us?
But Serval, who had continued Gepard's personality setting, was clearly not very skilled in social aspects. Faced with Stelle's brazen request, she could only nod woodenly. "O-okay, then one per person."
"Really, you'll do anything we ask?" Stelle asked with an expectant expression.
"Ah? Probably... yes?"