Chapter 570
"Thump! Thump!"
Himeko turned her head and looked out the car window, where she saw a flawless, exquisite face.
She stood outside the car window against the backdrop of the starry sky, carrying a suitcase, gazing at Himeko with clear, beautiful sapphire-like eyes, as if pleading with the owner to open the door.
Himeko blinked in surprise, then smiled calmly:
"... Pom-Pom, we have guests."
"It's here! Wow! It really is!"
The fluffy black and white long-eared doll hurriedly ran towards the train door.
"Get in through the main gate!"
As Pom-Pom spoke, she opened the train door in outer space.
Violet naturally walked to the doorway, and facing the black and white dolls and the Enigmatic Fervor who had crowded into the doorway, as well as Himeko and Welt behind them, she routinely lifted her skirt and curtsied:
"No matter where you are, I will serve you wholeheartedly, as long as it is your wish. Auto Memory Doll Service, Violet Evergarden."
Wow! ×2
The black and white rag doll and the Enigmatic Fervor let out cries of panic and inexplicable excitement.
There's no way around it, this scene is truly rare.
A beautiful and quiet girl, as serene as a doll, stepped into the starry sky and caught up with the Stargazer Train speeding across the universe. This was a scene they had never seen before!
After a flurry of activity, Violet was led onto the train.
"Excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. Train Conductor Pom-Pom and all the Trailblaze Crew members."
"Respect... respect... hehe! Welcome, welcome!"
Pom-Pom rarely received such treatment and seemed somewhat flattered.
After a brief introduction, Violet took out Ragna's letter.
"Himeko. La Signora, this is your letter."
"My letter? Putting aside who sent it... to catch up with the Stargazer Train in the vast universe, that's no easy feat. I wonder who Miss Violet is?"
"I am just an ordinary messenger, but the customer who wrote the letter is missing Himeko La Signora, and you are also missing your customer. Through this overlap and connection of memories, I tried to come to you."
"Memory? I see, you're from [The Memory of Lumina]?"
A knowing glint flashed in Himeko's eyes.
But Violet shook her head.
"I have only just embarked on my journey. Although I have received an invitation, I am not yet a member of the [Memory of Lumina]. I simply... help those who cannot convey their thoughts to deliver their feelings to where they need to be delivered, nothing more."
"Is that so? Well then, thank you in advance, Miss Violet, for making the trip. How about a cup of coffee?"
Himeko smiled and pushed the coffee cup toward Violet.
Violet didn't refuse. She had already tasted Himeko the Earth herself, so why couldn't she try Himeko's coffee?
However, because she was too decisive, she missed the black and white doll peeking out from beside the sofa and the pink-haired girl shaking her head in terror, as well as Welt's conflicted expression as he seemed to want to say something but couldn't.
"Gurgle~~"
The thick, sticky liquid slid down the throat, causing natural spasms in the esophagus and stomach.
Violet slowly set down her coffee cup, her expression calm and undisturbed, but... galaxies, brains, formulas. jpg
"Whoa! Miss Violet is broken!"
"But then again, this is the first time I've ever seen an emoji in real life."
"To be honest, that's true."
"Is this the time to talk about this, March 7th passenger!?"
Amidst the chaos, a black liquid seeped from Violet's lips. It was her powerful physique working its magic, automatically expelling harmful substances from her throat.
"Puff!"
Violet's pupils shrank to pinpoints, her shoulders trembled slightly, she looked around at everyone, remained silent for a long while, and then let out a long sigh:
"There are countless heroes in this universe..."
In that instant, she seemed to see the inside of the Cocoon of the Finality, as if she had returned to that perilous moment when the slightest mistake would have brought everything to an end.
Himeko, what a wonderful Himeko from the Stargazer Train!
"Ah! Miss Violet has really gone mad!"
After another flurry of activity, Pom-Pom brought over a normal glass of juice, and March 7th sat beside Violet, offering words of comfort and concern. Her chattering, yet never irritating, voice, sweet and pleasant scent, and the soft, silky touch of her skin greatly eased Violet's stomach cramps.
'Luckily, I snapped out of it in time, otherwise I would have recited a poem, and that would have completely distorted my character.'
Violet picked up the handkerchief on the table, wiped the coffee stains from the corner of her mouth, and then said in a clear, calm, and gentle voice:
"Thank you for taking care of me, Mr. Train Conductor and Ms. March 7th. I'm fine now. Maybe it's because I haven't had coffee before and I'm not used to it."
"Yes! That must be it! After all, it contains caffeine! It's okay, just drink it a few more times..."
"Himeko!!!"
"Okay, I won't say anymore."
Under March 7th's warning, Himeko lowered her head dejectedly, her fingers stroking the rim of her coffee cup with a low voice—after all, her most cherished hobby had been rejected, which was a huge blow to her.
Since Violet was a messenger and seemed like a good girl, Himeko didn't want to continue pressuring her with coffee. So she quietly opened the letter, wanting to see who would write to her.
At the same time, Violet responded calmly and politely to the concern from the train conductor and March 7th, her gaze sweeping over Welt.
She didn't acknowledge him, nor did she do anything else. Confirming that old Welt was in good health was enough.
The Path Power was still very unfamiliar to her. She had only tried it out of instinct, and it had actually allowed her to cross the boundaries of time and space, and even the boundaries between reality and illusion, and to step directly out of Himeko's memories.
Such abilities are simply too astonishing; it's unimaginable what kind of wondrous beings these so-called Emanator and Star Gods must be. Violet decides not to take any more risks until she understands the basics.
'Just these few passengers? It seems the main characters aren't all together yet, or perhaps there are other passengers who just haven't shown up and don't want to be seen?'
Violet sipped her juice, washing away the sticky taste in her mouth, her azure eyes revealing no emotion.
"Oh, it's Senior Ragna."
Himeko carefully read the letter, pressed the paper to her chest, turned her head to gaze at the starry sky, as if looking in the direction of her hometown.
Thinking back to her time as classmates and her farewell to Ragna before setting off, Himeko couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Thinking about it, it's been a while since I've been back. It seems she's doing quite well now."
Himeko felt relieved, picked up the warm coffee, and swallowed it along with her memories of her student days and old friends. Then she savored the moment alone, her smile becoming even more charming and captivating.
After a long while, Himeko seemed to remember something and smiled at Violet, who was sitting upright:
"Miss Violet, now that you're here, may I ask you to deliver a reply to Ragna?"
"Of course. No matter where you are, Violet will do her best to serve you, as long as it is your wish."
Violet rose, lifted her skirt, and displayed the same perfect poise as when she first entered. It was merely a business courtesy, yet it conveyed only sincerity, as if she were doing a job she genuinely wanted to do.
Perhaps that's why she was able to follow her destiny— Himeko smiled knowingly.
Then came the usual routine of bringing out the typewriter and taking off gloves.
The cold, solid metal exoskeleton hands startled all the Trailblaze Crew members present.
"Violet, you, you..."
"Although it is made of metal, it is very flexible, so there is no need to worry about it affecting work efficiency."
That's not what I meant. Uh, anyway, I won't ask anymore.
On March 7th, she clenched her hands tightly and managed a weak smile.
Although the universe is vast, in some high-tech civilizations, the mechanical modification of the human body is a common occurrence.
But Violet's situation is clearly different. That cold, heavy metal structure offers no convenience or improvement to the experience whatsoever... Coupled with her unusually calm demeanor, she has probably gone through something terrible.
The Trailblaze Crew tacitly agreed not to reopen her wounds.