I, Little Griseo, Roaming the Myriad Worlds

The atmosphere suddenly became rather awkward.

So... this was possible too?!

Look~

This was one of the drawbacks of a high-tech society.

Once the machines went on strike and the system stopped working, people could no longer operate anything themselves when they had to do it manually.

They had not even thought of this possibility.

Indeed.

Technology had advanced society.

It had liberated the productive forces.

But sometimes... it really wasn't all that good, was it?

Under Painting Herrscher of Flamescion's guidance, the staff member awkwardly opened the equipment, took the finished ice cream directly from inside the machine, and placed it into a paper cup she had taken out.

"Here you go~"

The staff member smiled warmly.

"I'm not charging you. No one can pay right now anyway."

"Ah... thank you." Painting Herrscher of Flamescion looked completely out of place among her surroundings.

Everyone around them was utterly flustered.

People were panicking... shouting and arguing!

You said one thing, I said another.

Unseen, Artwork Erosion Treasure's declaration seemed to be spreading uncontrollable panic.

It was like a plague. Whether you wanted it or not, once you were infected and swept up in it, your thoughts would inevitably head in that direction.

Yet Painting Herrscher of Flamescion seemed entirely detached from worldly strife.

Everything seemed to have nothing to do with her!

She was so good-looking, so beautiful.

Although her overall air made her look somewhat like a great general,

her face was, without a doubt, as beautiful as a princess's.

It was exquisite.

And serene...

She seemed not worried about anything at all.

But just looking at her... the staff member always felt that perhaps it wasn't such a big deal after all.

Her heart gradually calmed down...

Thinking about it now,

no matter what happened,

the Data Research