"Eh, is it really that amazing?"
Just as Kiana and March 7th were joining forces to stop Stelle, blocking her blazing gaze as she stared intently at the trash can before her, Stelle was single-mindedly trying to carry it away and make it her own.
After struggling desperately for a while, Stelle realized she couldn't break through the two girls' obstruction. Only then did she gradually stop moving, the fervor in her eyes slowly cooling as she regained a little reason. She panted softly, her chest rising and falling slightly, then quietly listened as Kiana explained the trash can's miraculous properties in detail.
"Yeah, pretty amazing, right? If this weren't Penacony, I'd almost suspect this was the river where the woodcutter dropped his axe." As she spoke, March 7th shook her head slightly, seemingly still unable to believe how miraculous the trash can was.
However, Stelle offered an extremely absurd yet somewhat reasonable explanation.
"Is it possible that there's something wrong with the story? Maybe the woodcutter didn't lose an axe, but some trash. And maybe it didn't fall into a river, but into a trash can?"
Stelle said this with absolute seriousness, her eyes sparkling with excitement as though she were immensely proud of her unique insight.
Kiana and March 7th exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Stelle was good in every way. She was strong, didn't talk much, worked steadily, and feared neither danger nor hardship.
She could be said to possess countless virtues, practically a protagonist template given human form.
But there was one exception: whenever trash cans were involved, Stelle seemed to become a completely different person. Her behavior grew extraordinarily strange and impossible to understand.
At that moment, seeing that Kiana and March 7th had not responded to her words, Stelle's