"Comrade Phoenix Destroyer, your eyes are a little too sharp. Could you please stop staring at me like that? I'm going to spit!"
Hiding behind Lemuen, Xiling expressed his fear at the Phoenix Destroyer's sharp gaze.
Tsk
Fiammetta tutted. She watched Lemuen smiling at her, and ultimately, with a look of displeasure, she retracted her gun.
"Lemuen, why don't you introduce these new friends to us two old friends?" Mostima calmly walked over to Lemuen's side.
Lemuen's smile remained unchanged, but her tone of voice was slightly more cheerful. "They're new friends I met while you were away. Alas, it's my fault for not telling you all these years."
The Tarnished leaned close to Kevin's ear and whispered, "Lemuen's tone has become strange."
"There must be a little secret that is kept hidden," Kevin replied in a similarly quiet voice. "Do you even need to tell me about it?"
"Hey, what are you two still whispering about? I told you to introduce yourselves, but you're still whispering, don't you have manners?" Xiling scolded the two people who were whispering and not bringing their own people in.
"Didn't you say anything yet?" Kevin wondered; he hadn't heard Xiling introduce himself either.
"Why do I have to speak first? Can't you finish, and I go last?" Xiling retorted in dissatisfaction.
"Why can't you go first, and we go last?"
"That's right," the Tarnished nodded, standing with Kevin.
"Hehe~ Are you two going to defy a hero like me?"
Fiammetta and Mostima fell silent as they watched the three people on the other side about to fight.
"Are these three really your friends?" Fiammetta whispered in Lemuen's ear. Lemuen nodded and smiled at her two friends. "You two don't think I'm being threatened, do you?"
"It's possible. Perhaps the hypnosis they used on you altered your perception, making you think they were your friends," Mostima said seriously.
"Get lost! Stop talking nonsense here!" Fiammetta glared at Mostima with a sullen expression before turning to Lemuen. "Although we do come back only once in a while, your condition won't allow you to go outside. How did you know those three people?"
Fiammetta observed that Xiling and the other two were all wearing different clothes, and it was hard to tell what race they were. Most importantly, she believed they definitely didn't get in through ordinary means.
The only reason she was so sure about it was their race.
"You're asking me all about this and that right after you get back. It really hurts me," Lemuel said, feigning sadness. Fiammetta: "...I'm just worried about you."
Seeing Fiammetta's expression, Lemuen chuckled. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. They're truly my friends. As for how we became friends, let me keep it a secret for a moment."
Lemuen winked at the two of them with a mysterious smile on her face. After this gesture, she called out to the three people who had already started fighting, "Are you done yet?"
"Almost there! I'm winning!" With Kevin's arms around him, Xiling declared his impending victory.
"Hit him in the face! Hit him hard! Hurry up, Tarnished! I've got him under control! The rest is up to you."
"You only control his hands. He still has his feet!" The Tarnished, who was restrained by a scissor kick, declared the weakling's words.
At this moment, the three of them moved with great grace. Kevin's arms wrapped around Xiling, while Xiling's legs wrapped around the Tarnished. It was as if they were controlling each other. "Hahaha, Lemuen, your friends are really interesting!" Mostima laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, I think they're pretty interesting too."
Fiammetta didn't find them funny at all, thinking they were just a bunch of noisy kids.
After a long stalemate, the three finally signed a peace agreement.
"Xiling, a professional hero."
"Kevin, a high school student."
"Just call me Tarnished, my profession is a magician."
"...What the hell? How did you guys get together?" Fiammetta wondered, puzzled.
"My name is Mostima, and my profession is a messenger."
"Why are you introducing yourself like that?" Just as Fiammetta was muttering frantically, she realized everyone's eyes were fixed on her, as if to say, "Introduce yourself."
Fiammetta:...
As if the wait had been too long, Mostima smirked. "If you're shy, I can introduce you. Hello, everyone. She's Destruction..."
Fiammetta covered Mostima's mouth and spoke quickly.
"My name is Fiammetta, a professional supervisor." As soon as she said this, she felt the strange looks from her two friends, as if to ask, "Aren't you the same?"
"It's been quite a while. I have to go back." Kevin couldn't help but feel the atmosphere wasn't right, so he was about to leave.
"Ah, Kevin, can I come with you? We had something called what was it last time we went to your place?"
"Hot pot."
"Yes, yes, hot pot. I brought gold coins this time, so I'll treat you."
"It's no use bringing gold coins. I'll treat you."
Kevin and the Tarnished stood up simultaneously and waved to the four people in the room. "Well, we'll be leaving now. You guys chat later."
"So will I," Xiling said, as he was about to stand up, when Lemuen pushed him back into his chair. Three voices rang out simultaneously.
"You stay."*3
"Hey, why should I stay?"
"Of course, as our representative. Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner next time I'm free. That seems wrong, I already did today." Kevin said this before disappearing from the crowd with the Tarnished.
The sudden scene before them made Fiammetta and Mostima blink. Fiammetta then spoke uncertainly, "A space-based Originium technique?"
"Pretty much."
"So that's how you got in?" Mostima turned to look at the only one of the three who remained.
"Hehe, pretty much. Anyway, do I need to stay and explain anything?" Xiling looked at Lemuen.
"Hmm~ I don't think so~" Lemuen clasped her hands together with a smile.
So, what exactly am I staying here for?
Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Oh no!" Xiling shuddered, then, under the gaze of the three people, dove under the bed.
Fiammetta, witnessing this, was overwhelmed.
Hey, hey, hey, we're still here, and you're crawling under the bed now, aren't you? You didn't even crawl under the bed when we came in just now.
If Xiling could hear Fiammetta's thoughts, he would definitely object loudly.
You didn't knock.
Seeing Xiling give the OK sign from under the bed, Lemuen said toward the door.
"Come in!"
With a clang, the door opened.
This is the Great Silence, the worst of times!