"Herta?" Scotland sighed. Why did Stelle always know such peculiar people?
"Mhm," Stelle nodded. "She used to frequently ask me to help her test the'Simulated Universe.' The game that Hiroki and I plan to make was inspired by her.
But there's no way we could create anything like the'Simulated Universe' just relying on ourselves. Well, I hope the game we make is at least one percent as interesting as the'Simulated Universe.'"
Seeing Stelle's lack of confidence, Scotland felt a little surprised. It was the first time he had seen her so unconfident. Was this Miss Herta, whom Stelle called a genius, really that incredible?
Scotland: "Does Miss Herta know Kafka as well? She's not working with Kafka, is she?"
Stelle: "They know each other, yes, but their relationship probably isn't great. After all, Kafka stole the Stellaron Herta was collecting and brought the Doomsday Beast to rampage through the space station. There's no way their relationship could be good."
"Hmm..." After a moment of hesitation, Stelle offered an explanation. "I remember mentioning that Kafka and her companions have a less-than-stellar reputation in certain places, so..."
After saying that, Stelle sighed softly, a hint of helplessness crossing her face.
"Oh, I see!" Scotland nodded in sudden realization, indicating his understanding.
Following that, he continued to ask with interest, "By the way, you've told me so much about Kafka, but I still don't know what Ms. Kafka actually looks like."
Scotland seemed to have brought it up casually out of curiosity, but upon seeing Stelle's conflicted expression, he quickly added, "Of course, I just asked offhand. If it's inconvenient for you, Stelle, you don't have to answer."
Stelle: "It's not inconvenient at all. I'm just thinking about which version of her wanted poster I should Show you."
"Wanted poster?" Scotland's mouth twitched.
"Which version"?! Was Ms. Kafka really that "accomplished"?!
"Ah, I found it! This is the version I like the most." It was bright red, like a paper cutting, and quite festive. "It's from a different location, so you probably won't recognize the text, Scotland."
With that, Stelle pulled out her phone, found an image, zoomed it to full screen, and held the phone upright toward Scotland.
Scotland stopped the car at the red light, then turned his head to take a serious look.
The photo showed an unfamiliar woman with sunglasses perched on her head, wearing a white shirt under a cape-style shawl jacket, and a subtly elegant and mysterious smile. At a glance, she resembled a graceful and composed professional beauty, but the threatening aura she exuded was somewhat reminiscent of Vermouth.
Scotland carefully memorized Kafka's appearance, thought back, and confirmed that he had definitely never encountered her before.
Seeing that Scotland had finished looking at Kafka, Stelle swiped the screen and said proudly, "Just a quick look—this is *my* wanted poster! Isn't it interesting?"
Huh?!
Scotland's gaze, which had just moved away, immediately snapped back to the phone.
What exactly had Stelle done before? How did she end up with a wanted poster?! That wasn't something to be proud of!
But once he got a clear look at Stelle's wanted poster, Scotland's expression instantly became extremely complicated.
He stopped himself from speaking, unsure how to evaluate it. He could only say that the figure on the poster was distorted, the eyes were bizarre, and it was barely recognizable as a human being.
"It's quite distinctive, and all the necessary features are present." In the end, that was all Scotland could manage. But only the features were present. Come to think of it, could they really catch anyone using a wanted poster like this?