In the end, the little troublemakers still squeezed aboard the Empire Admiral. They were overjoyed, looking nothing like they were heading into battle—there wasn't even a hint of tension at the prospect of facing a battlefield. It was hard not to wonder whether these girls truly understood the seriousness of war.
Yes, if an outsider saw them like this for the first time, they would probably have the same doubts: Did these little troublemakers really know that people died in war? Were they really not just going out to play?
But I knew these little troublemakers were actually far steadier and more mature than they looked. The little doll was only a little over ninety centimeters tall, and she looked like nothing more than a willful, spoiled Little Princess, yet she had lived through centuries of turmoil and possessed the strength of heart she had shown from a very young age. Little Pao Pao was only five years old in actual age, and the number of coherent sentences she could say could still be counted on both hands, yet her Memory Bank contained knowledge more profound than that of any scholar. From the moment she was born, she had inherited every skill a warrior needed to know, and she understood what the words "Shilin Apostle" meant. Little Crow was even younger and less sensible than Little Pao Pao, and she had once been only a bird, her wild nature still difficult to tame. Yet she had learned how to be a god at an astonishing speed. Lilina had long since stopped guiding this newborn Crow God in what to do, but Little Crow had truly relied entirely on her own judgment and various divine revelations to make every kingdom under the Crow God Sect flourish. Once, out of curiosity, I