Whatever the reason, one or two at a time, they all came running over.
Some came to join the fun, some out of curiosity, and some for the gossip. It seemed they were all patiently waiting.
Originally,
quite a few of them had genuinely decided on a whim to go comfort Bianca.
But the news spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred.
The entire Moth of the Fire base knew about it.
Mr. Hen wasn't just not dead—he had survived. He hadn't sacrificed himself!
That was truly enough to leave people dumbfounded.
Good grief!
I was practically shouting, Good grief!
He had brushed against a shot from Heavenly Fire and still managed to survive?
This... this was a true warrior!
If Dr. Mei and the others hadn't dispersed so many people, there would probably have been far more than this waiting for the plane to land.
Although, for now,
there was no such title as the Thirteen Flame-Chasers.
In the future, it technically wouldn't exist either.
Because the higher-ups refused to acknowledge it.
They threw their weight around internally, yet acted meek and submissive externally.
As a result, the group known as the Thirteen Flame-Chasers ultimately became nothing more than a self-indulgent term used in the Previous Land of Reminiscence.
The Previous Era had never acknowledged it.
Yet the Current Era had left behind traces of it that ran deep.
So what the others thought
was no longer important.
What mattered most was...
They had indeed formed a faction centered around Mei.
Moreover, they commanded immense prestige and wielded considerable power.
Everyone admired and looked up to them—especially certain members among them—more than anyone else.
After all, they were all soldiers.
Naturally, they would sincerely yearn for the strong.
That, of course, was precisely the capital Dr. Mei and the others had to stand as equals against the higher-ups.
If Dr. Mei and the others hadn't been so utterly inept at politics, then if it had been Otto instead, he probably would have gone on a killing spree long ago.
Would he have waited until now?
Little Griseo happened to think of this and couldn't help sighing, feeling rather at a loss.
As expected, this issue... was still an obstacle she couldn't get around.
She would have to think it over again.
How could she save this world?
Should she just smash the Honkai outright?
Perhaps she wasn't quite satisfied with that either...
Then she would take it slowly.
At worst...
she could listen to everyone's opinions more often.
She could discuss things with everyone more.
"Hen!"
"Yo, Bianca, I'm back..."
"..."
In the blink of an eye,
the moment he got off the plane,
Hen kept saying there was no need to rush, no need to rush, yet he directly pulled Little Griseo, who had just reached the door, behind him.
He went down first.
And coming straight toward him
was Bianca's embrace.
Bianca was the same!
She had been saying, "All right, I'm calm. I'm fine! I can control my emotions!"
But who would have thought that the moment she saw Hen,
she could no longer hold back.
She covered the distance in three quick steps.
When she came to her senses,
she was already hugging Hen.
The two embraced.
She cried and laughed at the same time.
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