Chapter 597

Bronya persuaded the Trail Blazers squad to accompany her, and they are now making in-depth contact with the lower zones.

"Very good. Her will, intellect, and character are all up to par. What she lacks now is to connect with the people and understand the realities on a practical level. Once she passes this hurdle and gains Di Huo's approval, she can then manage this enclave on our behalf, and we won't need to worry about anything."

[Furthermore, Sampo Koski is working with us, or rather, he's working with Cocolia's script.]

"For now, it's up to him to make the decisions; as long as it doesn't affect the outcome, that's fine. As for a justifiable expulsion from our territory, that can only wait until this show is over."

Cocolia tapped her fingers lightly on the table, ending her conversation with her comrades. Her cold, purple eyes turned to the doorway, where she saw strands of golden-streaked hair peeking out from the doorway.

"If I remember correctly, someone was supposed to shout when they left that they would never set foot in Kriper Castle again, and I agreed."

"You didn't write it in the document! Besides, you recognized me from just a few strands of hair, and you're still arguing with me?"

Silval Confident Shrimp Head Landau poked his head out from the doorway with a naive, ingratiating smile.

Cocolia was speechless, unable to understand whether this woman was naturally confident or if her performance these past few days had given people too much hope.

"Um, I heard about Bronya. Should I go to the lower district?"

Silval's arrival at this time was certainly not to inappropriately argue about their past friendship.

Bronya's disappearance was undoubtedly a significant blow to Cocolia, but at the same time, the Silvermane Guards was severely understaffed, a fact that Silval was well aware of. Silval believed that Cocolia couldn't currently muster any additional combat power stronger than herself, so she volunteered.

Cocolia sighed and said calmly:

"It seems that Pela Sergeyevna is not very discreet, as she has leaked this kind of information to non-official personnel."

"Don't give me that! Don't tell me you don't know I've been going in and out of the Iron Guard's restricted area to repair machines all these years! Saying I left the Silvermane Guards is no different from me not leaving at all. Besides... if you don't even believe me, who can you believe?"

Cocolia's gaze wandered for a moment.

Believe it or not, the original Cocolia Rand didn't actually have that kind of memory.

It's unclear whether the frontline staff intentionally kept it from her.

However, Cocolia doesn't intend to bring up past mistakes now. After all, she has taken on the identity of Cocolia Rand, and she will accept the blame that she can't shake off.

"No need."

Cocolia refused outright.

Silval is, after all, an outsider to the system; she's not entirely useless, but her usefulness is limited. She's not part of the main storyline of Anqi Faction; she's merely circumstantial evidence of "Cocolia's troubles over the years."

Silval wasn't surprised; knowing Cocolia as she did, this proud woman would never back down. So she patiently advised:

"Cocolia, now is not the time to be stubborn. You know, I left Silvermane Guards just because I like rock and roll, but I was once a core member of the Ironguard, and I'm not much worse than my rock-headed brother."

Silval over their past grievances. Bronya was missing; now was not the time to discuss those matters.

Besides, Bronya is Cocolia's daughter, and the mother and daughter have a very good relationship. Maybe I'll be hers in the future... cough! In short, I can't just sit idly by!

"Alright, you're probably not feeling well, so I won't argue with you. We haven't been able to reach any proper consensus since graduation. I'll go to the lower districts to find someone myself. Don't worry, I'll bring Bronya back to you!"

Silval turned gracefully and headed towards the lower district.

"Wait... uh!"

Cocolia stood up to stop her, but suddenly swayed and turned pale.

"Cocolia!"

Silval rushed over to help him up.

Cocolia nestled against the other's chest, a sickly blush rising on her pale face, her breathing rapid.

"Bronya... I have my own plans... Don't cause me any more trouble!"

In imitation of Cocolia's angry roar, it made Silval's breath catch in her throat, as if she had returned to that painful and helpless period.

But this time, Silval didn't break down. Instead, she quickly regained her composure, gently patting Cocolia's back with a pained expression, and said:

"Okay, okay! I won't cause trouble, I'll listen to you, don't get agitated."

The arrogant and indifferent expression and the cold, unfeeling rebuke are completely different from the soft, weak, and feeble roars when nestled in someone's arms.

The former would make Silval feel that all her years of affection had been wasted.

The latter made her forget about breaking down her defenses, leaving only pity for her former best friend.