Chapter 29 Chapter 29: Human?
Chapter 29: Human?
The one who walked in was none other than Theresa, who asked with a smile,
"Hello, everyone. You must be tired from your journey. How are you resting?"
Her gentle voice immediately made her likable. Instead of directly questioning their purpose, her attitude was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
The moment he saw this gentle woman, Hertzel immediately stood up, bowed his head respectfully, and said,
"Greetings, Your Highness Theresa."
"It's not the old Kazdel anymore, no need for such formalities."
Theresa waved her hand, a smile on her face, though a hint of sorrow seemed to flicker in her eyes before quickly fading away.
"You're called Hertzel, right?"
"Yes."
"Then, let me guess—the Mr. Kevin who needs to find me is you, right~"
Theresa playfully smiled and looked at Kevin.
She didn't seem to put on any airs, chatting with everyone like an ordinary girl, yet she never came across as frivolous, instead exuding a sense of trustworthiness.
"Yes."
Kevin nodded.
"I'm very interested in the current situation of old Mr. Bolshakov. Could you please tell me about it? I'd appreciate it."
Having news of an old acquaintance put Theresa in a good mood. She only knew that Bolshakov had later gone to Ursus and enlisted in the military, after which she hadn't heard much about him.
The chaos within Kazdel had never ceased for a moment, and she was unwilling to divert Babel's precious resources just to satisfy a personal desire of hers.
So, he slowly recounted Bolshakov's current situation and his deeds in the snowy plains, with Pozëmka adding supplementary details.
Theresa listened very attentively. She could passively sense people's emotions. Although the fluctuations from Mr. Kevin weren't clear, the ones from Pozëmka clearly told her:
They weren't lying.
Hertzel and Ines also listened with great interest, as matters concerning Bolshakov's deeds were something they were equally curious about.
"Patriot and the guerrilla force? And an adopted daughter... It seems many things have happened to old Mr. Bolshakov that I didn't know about."
Marching for the Infected... It seems Mr. Bolshakov has also found his own path. Although this path is very dark, with almost no light in sight, Theresa still felt genuinely happy for him.
At the same time, she wished this hero could accomplish what he wanted in the remainder of his life.
"But since you are friends of Mr. Bolshakov, Babel naturally welcomes you with open arms. I hope you won't mind our humble conditions here."
"Of course, the same goes for Hertzel, Ines, and W."
From their earlier conversation, Theresa already knew everyone's names.
She gently extended the invitation, and naturally, no one had any reason to refuse.
Knock knock knock—
"Theresa, the combat report has been compiled. There are still some details that need to be discussed in person."
A person dressed in a black robe and hood knocked on the door and walked in, their tone flat and almost devoid of inflection.
"Doctor? I see. Alright, Vyznyta will take everyone to their resting quarters. I won't keep you any longer. I hope you all have a pleasant day at Babel."
Theresa was somewhat surprised; it was rare for the Doctor to personally bring a combat report worth discussing.
She had always firmly believed in the Doctor's talent and trusted them completely.
Just as the Doctor turned around to leave, they suddenly felt a gaze on their back. Puzzled, they turned around.
Their eyes met Kevin's sky-blue pupils. His profound gaze seemed to penetrate the thick mask and blue-black hood, seeing right through them.
The Doctor didn't like this kind of gaze because it created an illusion of being uncontrollable, and uncontrollable things undoubtedly represented vulnerabilities.
But this man's gaze was strange—confusion, bewilderment, and familiarity?
It was a very complex look; the Doctor couldn't guess what this person in front of them was thinking.
"Doctor?"
"Hmm, let's go."
Theresa's puzzled voice came from outside the door; she had noticed the Doctor spacing out and reminded them.
The Doctor quickly snapped back to reality and responded.
"...Human?"
Kevin murmured these two words under his breath, as if filled with confusion and surprise.
That's right—not Liberi, not Sarkaz, and certainly not so-called Aegir. He could clearly sense that the hooded figure was human!
But according to what Pozëmka and Patriot had told him during their conversations, didn't this world lack pure humans?
So what exactly is that person?
Kevin believed his perception couldn't be wrong. For the first time in a long while, a sense of curiosity rose within him.
"Let's go, everyone. I'll take you to your resting quarters and give you a brief introduction along the way."
The male operator named Vyznyta smiled and walked ahead to lead them.
Although Babel's current situation wasn't exactly ideal, it wasn't so bad that they couldn't accommodate a few guests.
"That person just now was..."
"Oh, you mean the Doctor, right? The Doctor is our commander. You could say we managed to escape the Regent's pursuit this time largely thanks to the Doctor's command."
Vyznyta suddenly understood and briefly introduced the Doctor's deeds to everyone.
"Oh? That impressive, huh?"
It must be said that W's smile looked very fake.
"Kevin, is there something strange?"
Sensitive and having spent day and night with Kevin, Pozëmka noticed he had something on his mind.
"Hmm, but it's fine. I just need some time to confirm."
Kevin didn't elaborate, and she chose not to ask further. Just as Kevin never inquired about her past either, thetacit understanding between them had always been maintained in this peculiar way.
"This is the Medical Department. If any of you feel unwell physically, you can come here for a check-up."
Vyznyta led everyone through a relatively clean area. Many Medical Department operators in white coats hurried about; some frontline casualties were gradually being sent back, increasing the pressure on the Medical Department.
Especially since a certain old lynx was busy with other tasks, making the entire Medical Department even busier.
"Hmph! That old lynx is always mysterious. Who knows what she's up to? This place is practically swamped with work, and I haven't seen her come by even once."
A Sanguinarch wearing a white coat with a red cross band on her sleeve was full of complaints. She had straight white hair and skin as pale as her hair color. Her ruby-like pupils were captivating yet exuded a dangerous charm.
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[Event — Regarding Kevin's Strength · Part One]
W: What? You're asking me how strong Kevin is?!
Doctor: ...
W: If I encountered him as an enemy face-to-face, I'd kneel immediately so he wouldn't have to beg me not to die after one swing of his sword... but... (looks around)
Doctor: ?
W (arrogantly placing hands on hips): But he's not on Rhodes Island right now... What I mean is—he still needs practice~
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