Your Trash Can? No, This Is My Trash Can

Led by Stelle and the others, the group soon arrived at Belobog, the last gathering place of humanity on Jarilo-VI.

But compared to when the three members of the Trailblaze Crew had first arrived, Belobog had completely changed.

The last time they came here, the streets had not exactly been deserted, but they could hardly have been called lively either.

Aside from the patrolling Silvermane Guard, the liveliest sight on the streets had been the children led by big sister Pela.

Most of the other adults had rushed back and forth. Although Belobog's Upper City had Underground marrow heating, it was still nowhere near as warm as their own homes.

But things were different now.

Not only did Belobog feel noticeably warmer than before, but its streets were now bustling with life.

The shops lining both sides of the streets had their doors wide open, their interiors filled with all kinds of dazzling merchandise.

Happy smiles beamed on the adults' faces, while children laughed, played, and chased one another through the crowds.

Compared to the Belobog of old, it barely seemed like the same city at all.

Even March 7th could not help crying out:

"Wow, it's absolutely packed! Is this really the Belobog I remember?"

"The changes here are just too huge." Σ(????)?

"Ahh~ This texture, this smell, this sparkling, icy-cold trash can... I missed you so much!" (?ˉ??ˉ??)

"Hey, don't hug a trash can the second we get here! It's filthy! Come on, come on, let's go to Clipper Fort and find Bronya first." (o｀ε′o)

As she spoke, March 7th pulled Stelle away from her beloved trash can.

"No~ My trash can~" ??o·(????????????)?o·?

Stelle tried desperately to feel the trash can's warmth again, but under the tugging of the terrifying Demon King March 7th, she could only give