"Phew..."
Sitting on a bench in Harbor Park, Fie let out a lazy yawn.
The sky was as clear as ever, the sun as warm as ever, and the cool, moisture-laden breeze blowing across the harbor lake was just as pleasant.
For Fie, this was probably the thing she liked most about Crossbell.
Mr. Fang Zheng had said that Crossbell would be their territory from now on. Fie did not particularly care either way. Zeiss was nice enough, but Crossbell was not bad either. As far as she was concerned, as long as there was somewhere comfortable to sleep, anywhere would do.
Maybe I'll sleep a little longer.
Just as Fie rubbed her eyes and prepared to lie back down, a flash of red caught the corner of her eye.
At that moment, Fie abruptly opened her eyes and turned her head.
On the street some distance away, a girl about Fie's age was strolling along leisurely. She wore a white bra and short shorts, an outfit with a considerable amount of exposed skin. A long braid hung down behind her head, and she carried a black rectangular case over her shoulder. The girl hummed as she looked around as though sightseeing.
At a glance, the girl seemed like nothing more than an ordinary tourist visiting Crossbell. Yet beneath that lively, innocent exterior, Fie could sense a thick stench of blood.
A jaeger.
In that instant, the lazy kitten vanished, replaced by a cheetah lurking in the shade and locking onto its prey. Fie narrowed her eyes, rose to her feet, and followed behind the red-haired girl.
Jaegers must die.
That was the creed Fang Zheng had set for Fie, and it was also her own wish. By now, it was no longer merely hatred over the destruction of her