You Celebrate First, We'll Go Nurse Our Headaches...

The Officer Lounge fell completely silent. Even Silvia's soft, steady breathing could be heard clearly. After a long while, Older Sister finally said somewhat wistfully, "That girl... she's really gone this time, isn't she?"

I fell silent for a moment, looked at the little table beside us, and slowly nodded.

On the table were a bag of fries, orange peels, cola cans, cake crumbs, chocolate, a Rubik's Cube twisted halfway, and a ***p...

I was in a heavy mood. She'd almost managed to cast a +3 Wind Armor—sending off someone whose final burst of life could last two and a half hours was no easy task.

I just wondered whether other farewell stories passed down through history had similar embarrassing details. Take Jing Ke and Prince Dan, for instance, with their "The wind sighs, the Yi River runs cold." I couldn't help maliciously imagining what sort of conflicted stare Prince Dan had used to watch Jing Ke vanish beyond the horizon during the half hour after he left, given the speed of transportation back then and how flat the terrain was. He couldn't exactly turn to his men and say, "Looks like it'll be ages before he gets through the toll station. Why don't we head back first?"...

Toll stations had saved so many shy people these days.

"I think... Bellavella seems like a pretty good person."

Seeing that none of us was saying much, Qian Qian scratched her cheek and muttered, "Even though she used to be an enemy... if we ever see her again, maybe we could be friends."

Qian Qian had an excellent intuition for relationships between people. Her judgments sometimes seemed naive, yet they were astonishingly accurate. More or less, we shared her assessment of Bellavella.

After she regained her original personality, even though she still