Chapter 26 Chapter 26: Typewriter and Fiammetta
Chapter 26: Typewriter and Fiammetta
"Sorry, Mr. Kevin, I'm afraid we've embarrassed ourselves."
Regarding Hearth's statement, Kevin shook his head:
"No need to apologize, I can understand their behavior."
After all, in days devoid of hope, there will always be people who resort to seemingly absurd actions to seek a sliver of false comfort.
During the final days of the Previous Era, he had seen many such people, so he wasn't surprised.
"Speaking of which, regarding Her Highness the Princess's whereabouts... or rather, about Babel, I've found some general information."
He seemed to remember something.
The information channels within the town hadn't let him down; aside from being a bit expensive, there were no issues—at least the sources were quite reliable.
"In the battle of Fidost Town, Her Highness the Princess's Babel was defeated by His Highness Theresis's Military Commission. According to the information I obtained, Babel did indeed retreat southward and is currently regrouping in the southern region near Rim Billiton."
"Hmm."
Kevin nodded. Having a clear target would make searching much easier.
"If we follow our original route, we might pass through a combat zone later. However, I know a route where the intensity of conflict isn't as high."
"You arrange it."
Kevin had no intention of stubbornly insisting on passing through the combat zone; he simply went along with Hearth's idea. Naturally, he welcomed having fewer troubles.
He wasn't a warmonger; there was no need for that.
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"Paper and pen?"
Kevin asked curiously, looking at the girl who was making a request of him for the first time.
Pozëmka's two small hands were nervously fidgeting.
"Will Kevin think I'm greedy?"
"If it's too troublesome..."
Pozëmka looked up, the second half of her sentence still unspoken.
"Of course you can."
Kevin nodded. He had only been puzzled as to why such a small request would cause Pozëmka to appear so conflicted.
"Huh? Okay, thank you, Kevin!"
"But can you tell me what you need them for?"
"I want to record the beautiful sights I've seen while with Mr. Kevin through writing!"
Speaking of this, Pozëmka couldn't help but show a longing smile on her face. That sort of thing must be very meaningful!
"'Beautiful sights'?"
Kevin tilted his head. At least in his view, the desolate scenery of Kazdel had nothing to do with the word "beautiful."
Nor was there any need worth recording. War and suffering—the purpose of recording them is mostly to warn future generations or serve as evidence. Suffering itself is never worth glorifying.
"No, no, no, that's not what's important..."
Pozëmka earnestly took Kevin's hand. Her delicate, tender hand was no less smooth than his skin.
"What's important is 'being with Mr. Kevin'~"
Her eyes seemed to sparkle with light. The warmth of Pozëmka's small hand transmitted through contact to his slightly cool palm. Kevin was slightly taken aback.
"Hmm... thank you?"
That should be the right reply, right? For the first time, Kevin felt uncertain about his response.
If he had paid attention, he would have noticed that Pozëmka's heart rate had skyrocketed to an extremely high level, and the tips of her ears were gradually turning red.
Does this count as not rejecting?
Damn it! What kind of ambiguous reply is this!
A faint blush colored her delicate cheeks. The courage Pozëmka had mustered with great difficulty dissipated somewhat.
"Here. But since you're recording through writing..."
Kevin materialized paper and a pen. Pozëmka didn't seem like someone who would use a computer, but as an alternative...
"Do you know how to use a typewriter?"
"Ah! I do, I do! Is that okay?"
She hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise at all. Her previous writing tool had been a typewriter; she just hadn't mentioned it for fear of troubling Kevin.
"Hmm, of course."
The faint blue light dissipated. A typewriter, predominantly black-brown with petal and small wing patterns painted on both sides—elegant and cute—rested quietly on the seat.
Kevin had already changed the language on it to Siberian. At least from what he had learned over the past few days, Ursus language was no different from it.
"Such a cute typewriter? Was it designed by Kevin?"
"No. But I think if she heard your praise, she would probably be very happy."
Kevin pondered for a moment, imagining her likely reaction upon hearing the compliment.
Tap—tap—
Characters jumped, striking the paper placed on it.
"Hmm, although it's a model I've never seen before, it's very smooth."
Pozëmka tried it a few times, her face covered in smiles.
"You two in the back, although it might not be the most appropriate time... hold on tight!"
W reminded them, her crimson eyes fixed excitedly on the Originium slug swarm ahead.
She floored the accelerator. The armored vehicle's drive unit emitted a hum, and the strong sensation of being pushed back into their seats descended once again.
Squish—squish—
The wheels crushed them effortlessly, squashing one Originium slug after another until they burst.
Then they kicked up a trail of dust as they sped far away.
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Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Spells tore across the sky, leaving deep craters on the already scarred earth.
Each flash of light did not herald the dawn but was an omen of destruction and death!
Boom!
An Originium bomb tore up a patch of ground, even though this place had already been plowed over again and again.
Occasional cold shots fired from hidden places; bullets from firearms claimed the lives of Sarkaz who weren't cautious enough.
Ancient and bizarre witchcraft! Savage and robust physiques!
The Sarkaz displayed their methods to the fullest in this white-hot battle.
Their eyes were fierce! Their long blades broken! Their clothes stained with blood!
Even if it was the blood of their own kind! Once on the battlefield, aside from external objectives, their only goal was—to survive!
To survive by any means necessary!
Finally, after reaching a certain point in time, one side retreated like a tide, signaling that today's battle had temporarily come to an end.
"Whew, it's finally over."
The Banshee Sarkaz responsible for overseeing this battle finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least for a short while, they wouldn't attack again.
After fighting all day, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit—especially those on the weaker side.
No matter how brilliantly one deployed forces, there would always be areas beyond one's reach. Every trade-off was an immense pressure for the commander.
The Banshee glanced at the person beside her wearing a hood and mask with a hint of awe.
But this person was like a cold machine that only performed precise calculations, always able to find hard-to-see opportunities within narrow gaps.
"Retreat. Abandon Highland 091."
After issuing the order, the Doctor walked away coldly.
He offered no explanation to everyone about why they were abandoning a position they had held for a day. He was only responsible for command—nothing more.
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Collectible:
【Elysian Realm Magic Typewriter】
Effect: Gain three opportunities to refresh the collectibles obtained in "Wish Fulfilled."
Description: 【Elysian Realm Information Database Data Collection Control Console Interactive Output...】 What was it again?
Well, maybe we don't need to be so strict occasionally~
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kevin staying faithful to his dead gf fr
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