[I'm shook! Steamed!]
[The writing team's composition is wild…]
[Well said, I'm off to leave a good review.]
[Not a bad review, not a bad review, not a bad review?]
Leon smiled. "Though I'm old, my arrows are still sharp."
[Huh?]
[Father's actually keeping up? I'm done!]
[Every line's about being old, slicing four bars of HP each time, huh?]
March 7th's lips twitched, her gaze at the two filled with exasperation.
"You don't look old at all…?"
"And you, threatening even a robot? You're really something…"
Stelle stood tall, hands on hips. "Nonsense, did I threaten it? No evidence, no accusations."
March 7th: "Tch, I can't be bothered to call you out. Ready to go deliver phones with me? Leon, you coming?"
Leon: "I'll pass."
"Oh, then… Dan Heng?"
"Don't you two have it covered?" Dan Heng was puzzled.
It was just delivering phones, not a big deal.
March 7th swallowed hard. Could she say Stelle's spaceship piloting skills were even wilder than Leon's?
Stelle elbowed March 7th.
"You're really asking an injured guy to pilot? Leon, are your injuries okay?"
Leon froze, then smiled as usual.
"No big deal. Forgot I'm a doctor? I'll be fine in a bit."
He wouldn't have said anything, but now that he did, many faces turned sour.
Everyone knew the truth, but the in-game avatar they embodied was clueless.
Sigh…
Having the equivalent of a pierced heart, losing a life, and being injured to the point of near-death.
At this level, he still called it no big deal.
Stelle sighed in relief. "Good to know."
"I don't get it."
"Is the Sky Haven Clan's fate to spend their lives sacrificing for others?"
Ah Xian's words sparked deep thought.
[Hard to say. Leon didn't elaborate much.]
[If that's the case, why want to break fate but still walk the path it laid out?]
[Shouldn't it be to coldly watch the world and let everything slide?]
[Breaking fate isn't that simple.]
Ah Xian's mind raced with possibilities as she absentmindedly teleported to Belobog's Administrative District, heading toward Qlipoth Fort.
Just as she was about to enter, she realized the main quest marker wasn't there—it was on the train.
"?"
"Not delivering phones to Bronya?"
"Don't tell me it's actually Leon piloting the ship in the end!"
Returning to the train to trigger the plot, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Good news: it wasn't.
Bad news: dead-card pilot.
March 7th: "This is what you get for trying to show off like Leon. Happy now?"
Stelle: "Allow me to correct you—that wasn't showing off."
March 7th: "Then what was it?"
Stelle, with a dead-serious tone: "Romance~"
"What?! You almost crashed into Belobog's walls, and you call that spinning landing romantic?"
Stelle: "What's the point of driving without drifting? Might as well not have a license."
"Does… Trailblazer even have a license?"
March 7th stretched out her hand.
"Do you? Let me see your license."
"Where's my license?" Stelle made a show of patting her pockets.
March 7th, done with life: "Heh, haha… I knew I should've driven myself…"
Stelle, earnestly: "My license isn't on me. Must've left it at the fountain… I mean, the train. Trust me."
March 7th, full of sarcasm: "Uh-huh, I trust you."
"Okay, guess she really doesn't have one."
Ah Xian looked unsurprised.
Heading into the city, straight to Qlipoth Fort, they found Bronya.
A plot image popped up: Stelle and March 7th handed a batch of phones to Bronya.
March 7th wanted to teach her how to use them, but Bronya was too busy to spare the time.
By the time they were done, it was late, so per Bronya's arrangements, they headed to the Goethe Hotel to rest.
Standing in front of the Goethe Hotel's entrance, March 7th felt a wave of emotion.
"Coming back to this hotel feels completely different."
"The first time was because of Cocolia's trap."
"The first time we left was under Leon's lead, proactively going with Bronya to the station to gather intel."
"Now, the second time, it's because of Bronya's thoughtful arrangements. We can finally rest easy~"
Stelle: "Honestly, I still miss my big bed…"
March 7th looked like she'd heard something outrageous, staring wide-eyed, her eyes twitching.
"…Big bed? You sure about that?"
Her tone was odd.
Seeing her serious expression, Stelle fell into thought.
"I remember, after leaving Herta Space Station and boarding the train, that day I got stuck with you in the vent…"
"Hey, not that!" March 7th's face flushed.
"Oh, then it's after surviving a thrilling adventure at Herta Space Station, boarding the Astral Express, and starting my own space comedy~"
"Where do I start, huh? Space comedy—you're treating my teasing as comedy?"
March 7th pouted, annoyed, and decided to jog her memory herself.
"I really wanna knock some sense into you. Let this girl help you remember!"
"One sentence summary—you don't even have your own big bed!"
Stelle's head sprouted a question mark. "I'm pretty sure I do."
"The day we left for Belobog, I went to wake you up, and you were sleeping in a cardboard box!"
"What's wrong with a cardboard box? Doesn't that count as a big bed?" Stelle started arguing (stubbornly).
"You… you win… Fine, next time we're back on the train, we'll help you get some room decor."
"March, you're such a good person."
"Since you know I'm good, take a page from Leon and stop making me mad~~"
"And the time after that?"
"???"
March 7th's expression froze, and after two seconds of stunned silence, she launched a zero-frame special attack on Stelle—
Elbow strike!
"I surrender, cough cough, I was actually gonna say let's do it again… I mean, praise your piloting skills!"
Halfway through, seeing March 7th about to elbow her again, Stelle hurriedly corrected herself.
March 7th let out a dainty huff.
"Next time, learn to save fuel."
"The Astral Express isn't exactly strapped for cash, but we can't be this wasteful."
"Before, pioneering new worlds was usually a two-trip deal."
"Belobog's been an exception, with all sorts of accidents."
"The Fragmentum upheaval brought Dan Heng down, and Leon, who dealt with the Stellaron, got injured, so Uncle Yang had to come down."
"Now, going back and forth, we're burning extra fuel."
"A single trip's fuel cost isn't like taking an elevator ride at Herta Space Station."
"Fuel for cosmic navigation… ugh, why am I telling you this? You wouldn't get it anyway."
Stelle: "Your words hurt, March."
"It's fine, I don't get it either."
"Oh, then it's really fine."
"…Don't sleep too soundly tonight, or I might come stab you. Scared of a pro assassin?"
"Even less worried now—I'm the sheriff, and my knife's faster than yours."
"This is getting too absurd. How do these two keep going off-topic like this?"
"Must be the writers' twisted sense of humor."
"Stab you with a knife first, then feed you some sugar."