A Pause in the Story

Not long after.

Inside the Paris-class frigate's hangar.

Escorted by the Freedom MS and four Viking Fighters, the DR-7 Transport Boat passed through the glowing emerald Plasma Airlock and returned to the hangar.

Ground personnel holding glow sticks then guided the DR-7, Freedom MS, and Viking Fighters to their designated deck berths.

Once the DR-7 Transport Boat had come to a stop.

The two hatches beneath the nose slowly opened.

Step! Step! The first to emerge from the cabin were the Blood Raven Astartes.

As soon as the Blood Ravens left the cabin, technicians who had been waiting for them led them away to the equipment and changing room, where mechanical arms removed their Ceramite Armor.

The ones who came out afterward...

Were Arthur and Carl.

At this moment, Arthur could no longer look spirited or carefree.

His right hand was tightly gripping his left, his body was slightly hunched, and the word pain seemed practically carved into his face.

After all, on the top-level landing platform of the Triskelion Building, Arthur had taken Carl's hand to reject Natasha's "kind intentions" while also increasing his emotional "progress" with Carl. He had even boldly announced to everyone that Carl was his girlfriend.

Precisely because of Arthur's momentary attempt to "show off," combined with Carl's inability to control her strength while still in shock, she had crushed the bones in Arthur's left hand.

"Gasp... Sister Carl... you really used way too much force..."

Arthur spoke while sucking in cold air, his lips trembling slightly. Cold sweat also cooperatively seeped from his forehead.

"If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for talking nonsense." Carl still sounded somewhat annoyed with Arthur.

However, when she saw his pained expression, she could not help bending down and looking at the left hand Arthur was clutching.