Someone had once said that no matter when it happened, parting was always painful. Humans were creatures prone to attachment and dependence. They got used to having something by their side, and that habit quickly became an obsessive dependence. Even people so accustomed to something that they no longer noticed it would suddenly realize, once they had to leave it behind, that they too were emotional creatures.
The reason I had suddenly become so sentimental was entirely to distract myself, because you had no idea how much fighting power a girl crying her heart out beside you could unleash at full force.
After learning that we were leaving, Milia did her utmost to express her sorrow. Her main methods were weeping and blowing her nose on my new clothes. This petite girl possessed endurance and explosive power completely out of proportion with her size. The moment I said I was leaving, she burst into loud sobs, and I couldn't find an opening to speak for several minutes...
We were currently in the Papal Palace. After the fleet had completed its reorganization, and the Celestial System Fleet had finished gravitational isolation and docked in the Moblado system, our whole group came here to bid farewell to the people of this world. Mainly because Qian Qian thought the Pope's big house was far too worth requisitioning. But the first hurdle of saying goodbye was already exhausting enough: I had to find a way to calm Milia down.
The magnificent velvet hall of the Papal Palace had become a place for our big family to chat and fool around. Viska and Lilina, the two hooligans—one big, one small—watched Milia diligently turn my clothes into rags and chuckled, with no intention of helping. Older Sister stood nearby, rolling her eyes. The meaning in her