Fate's favor passed by in silence, unnoticed by anyone.
With no further mishaps, he pushed open the door to the first-class private compartment. Inside the separate room at the very front of the train,
sofa seats with small tables stood on both sides of the aisle. The refined, comfortable space resembled a café, making it hard to imagine they were aboard a long-distance international train.
Taking a seat by the window, Fang Ran finally set aside, for the moment, the urgency that had driven them onward from the Machine Sea invasion.
After a morning of Moon God Hunt training and an afternoon of coordinated experiments, they had successfully boarded this international train bound for Rome.
Fang Ran finally felt as though he had time to catch his breath.
"Wah, that was really close just now. If only Xiao Dun Jia were here at a time like this."
Sister Cheng Zi, you clearly weren't worried at all just now, were you?
Hearing Mu Cheng's usual utterly flat, dried-fish-like tone, Fang Ran sighed inwardly in slight speechlessness. Then, hearing her mention Yota,
he found himself briefly lost in thought about the boy who had shouted and sworn at him through choked sobs.
"There's plenty of room here. You can lie down and get some sleep."
Although Osphia said this to Tang Bing and Klim, the two of them, having just experienced tonight's attack, did not seem able to sleep.
Feeling the pressure atop his head sway gently from side to side, Fang Ran looked at Mu Cheng beside him. Her suit jacket and loose shirt suited her exceptionally well, and he resignedly asked in a tentative tone:
"Um, Sister Cheng Zi, can I ask why you're patting my head?"
"As a hardworking, gentle, steady, dependable, beautiful big sister, this is your reward