Haste Makes Waste

She saw Liz, Liz was maintaining Originium Arts, projecting Kal'tsit's inner view onto the curtain wall and adjusting and maintaining each newly generated organ.

She touched Theresia, the pink-haired girl who had been suffering since the afternoon and now couldn't take responsibility, and was slumped on her knees, wriggling and babbling incoherently.

She felt the sunset, and the glow of the sunset was Twilight. The soft light of Twilight bathed her, bringing her a touch of warmth in these days in the North where only the heart felt cold.

Twilight.

A familiar phrase seemed to echo in her ears, but she couldn't remember who had said it.

—Even if all... Godfall ... the Evening World ...the heavens, all things... Twilight ...leave you...

It feels very familiar. It seems like a promise made to me by someone very close to me.

But both the content and the objects become blurred when recalled.

Is it something that happened in the past?

Is this just a hypothetical scenario?

She didn't know, but her body instinctively leaned back. A warm feeling came from the side of her neck; her sword had somehow replaced the back of the bench, supporting her and pressing against her body.

Then my heart calmed down.

"I've made up my mind," she said, addressing herself and her sword.

"The three general-purpose techniques I've summarized are named after the words 'Godfall,' 'Evening World,' and 'Twilight.' Godfall is a slash that gathers and compresses power into a single line. Evening World is a technique that amplifies power and envelops the forging field. Twilight is simply a technique that destroys everything external."

"What do you think, Laevateinn?"

The sword didn't answer, only releasing a warm heat. And given Miss Surtr's understanding of swords, this kind of response should mean—'Whatever you prefer, it's fine with you.'

Very good.

It seems Laevateinn has no aversion to the names of her techniques— Miss Surtr has always thought Laevateinn was the jealous type. Because in her hands, any other weapon she touches for more than five seconds will become hot and sullen. But this jealousy seems to be limited to weapons; Laevateinn doesn't seem to care about anything else.

—I wonder if those ship girls and gun girls in the dream world count as weapons... Hmm, it doesn't really matter whether they do or not? Anyway, even if I went to the world of Girls' Frontline, it's unlikely I'd pick up WA2000 and use her as a gun. Even if I went to Azur Lane... ah, I've already been to Azur Lane once. So, if it were Kantai Collection, I probably wouldn't step on the ship girls, right?

Strange thoughts surfaced in her mind—Warship Girls R, her wife, the Lexington aircraft carrier, an intelligent and beautiful girl with long, milky-white hair, her secretary ship in her previous life's game—she suddenly felt a strong urge to step on Lexington, to step on those soft, bouncy parts, as if she were sailing a ship. It seemed like a strange switch, much like her sudden, inexplicable urge to take Persephone's boots and socks in the early morning.

Strange.

But it seems... not bad?

—Anyway, I'm just thinking about it... it doesn't bother anyone! I just want to get close to pretty girls! Is that not allowed!?

—In reality, I don't have any to post!

Holding Kal'tsit's fingertips in one hand, with Theresia as her pillow on her lap, and gazing at Liz, whose elegant curves were glistening with sweat, Miss Surtr, who considered herself unworthy of anyone to cling to, thought to herself without any self-awareness.

Laevateinn should probably jump up and hit her on the head.

But Laevateinn wouldn't. Because her sword loved her.

Just as this fearless woman was indulging in her worthless and tedious fantasies, a gentle breeze approached her from the side and sat down in the seat next to her.

"Alone?" A Sarkaz girl with white hair and red highlights sat down beside her in a rather unrefined posture.

"Hmm." Oblivious to the fact that someone had appeared beside them, the person glanced at Miss W. On another level of space, the hand that was combing Theresia's fingers unconsciously stiffened for a moment.

Then a certain pink and white fury that had already given up thinking made a dissatisfied sound, rubbed against her hand like a koala, and then glanced at W in the real world.

"Ah, it's W. She looks pretty good."

Theresia's voice was slightly surprised, but to a degree roughly equivalent to meeting a friend you don't know very well.

Ah... there's no way around it. In Theresia's eyes, W's status is probably only around this level. After all, when she was the Lord of Fiends, there were just too many Sarkaz who were summoned to her side and united under the banner of Sarkaz Babel Tower.

So Theresia gave up thinking once again and rubbed her face against her hand with a soft "woof woof".

Great, this guy is hopeless.

Miss Surtr sighed softly, and this light sigh seemed to make Miss W beside her feel a little anxious and nervous.

However, one of the red-haired creatures reacted faster than W.

"How does it feel to be back on Rhodes Island? Are you having any trouble adjusting?" she asked.

Miss W's attention was naturally drawn to her topic.

"I think it's pretty good. There are far fewer annoying people and far more people who are not so annoying. When I want to drink, I can find people to drink with, and when I want to catch up, I can find old acquaintances to talk to. Apart from some things that I've lost and can never get back, everything is pretty good."

Miss Surtr glanced discreetly at the Princess, who was now a cat-like insect in another dimension—and this novel creature, perhaps categorized as Theresia, looked up at her. Unaware of its surroundings, it stuck out its tongue and gave her a playful smile.

So Miss Surtr raised her arm over the Reeds Field and pinched the man's tongue—this abrupt action immediately earned her a scathing scratch from the Sarkaz. Theresia, whose tongue was being pinched but who still refused to get off her, flailing her arms and legs on her lap. Then— the Princess suddenly tilted her head back and shoved her fingers into her mouth.

The red-haired fellow suddenly stiffened—this damn thing has gone too far!

It was a flaw, and that also meant an opportunity—because at the same instant, on a real level, Miss W, who had noticed this flaw, suddenly moved closer to her and spoke in her ear in a slightly magnetic, flirtatious voice!

"... Something's not right on Rhodes Island. I feel..." A warm, moist touch came from his fingertips. "... This matter involves Theresia."

I tried to split the story into chapters, but failed _(:з"∠)_

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Chapter 169 Haste Makes Waste

There is one thing that needs to be emphasized again and again.

That is to say, Miss Surtr is an undeniable, resolute, and Pure Love God of War who would rather exhaust herself than break up someone else's couple. And it is precisely because of this belief that, in certain special circumstances, even if some girls bluntly tell her "I like you," she will find a way to explain and deal with it. Or, she will simply pretend that the words never came to her ears.

She was so stubborn, so obstinate, that in certain mobile game worlds that emphasized protagonist love but also incorporated many yuri elements due to the abundance of female characters, she would often completely ignore the heroines who knocked on her door in their pajamas, crawled into her bed, or even went so far as to be naked, wearing ribbons, or drugging her drinks—she was genuinely capable of doing utterly clueless and foolish things like jumping out of windows in the dead of night or even breaking through walls to escape. And she did it more than once.

Take Alina, for example—in her mind, whether in the game or in real Terra, Alina and Talulah are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Even if Alina confesses her feelings in a way that leaves her with no excuse, she will decisively choose to avoid it or look away—to put it bluntly, if Alina in the Teyvat universe planned to do something to her under the cover of night, she would absolutely rather change her body on the spot than give that Minotaur.

Ah, that's right. She did indeed have many beautiful dreams—which experienced Arknights lesbian wouldn't have such wonderful fantasies about owning a giant crystal palace? However, dreams are dreams, and there are many things she would absolutely never do in reality. Unless she was the first one there, she would never interfere in the relationship between two people who already had feelings for each other.

This might be described as a kind of psychological fastidiousness. Something that... might be categorized as affectation. It's similar to the virginity complex often found in adolescents. Although she was a beautiful girl in her previous life and had already passed puberty, she placed even greater emphasis on the initial encounter of the soul.

In the past, this was a small part of the inner barrier she held.

Now, this concept has become a component of her personality within this novel way of thinking.

Barriers and internal structures are not much different in terms of strength. However, there is a difference—a barrier, once broken, will inevitably leave damage. But an internal structure, due to its nature which is not the same as self-isolation, has the potential to deviate or bypass it.