"Achoo!"
Even a body full of righteous spirit could not ward off the cold. Exusiai even wanted to tear the halo off her head and hold it in her arms, but in the end, she did not act—not because she had given up, but because she knew the halo could not be removed at all.
"Why did we have to take a job while we were on vacation?" Wrapped in the spare jacket Texas had brought, she muttered her question.
"As Penguin Logistics employees, we're working no matter when it is!"
Croissant repeated Emperor's teachings.
So where was Emperor?
He had gone to attend the music festival's opening ceremony and truly could not get away, so he could only entrust this arduous and glorious mission to the employees of Penguin Logistics.
That damned penguin.
Texas looked indifferent on the surface, but inwardly, she complained honestly.
"This is really a volcano?"
"It used to be, and it still is. Glaciers and volcanoes are not mutually exclusive." Croissant looked up at the palm trees filling her view, then lightly stomped her foot and dug up a handful of soft sand.
"There are palm trees here, and the ground has not frozen solid. That means that not long ago, this was still Terra's precious coastal climate."
"This weather phenomenon appeared four days ago."
Ceylon explained.
They made their way up the volcano. The cold air swept over them like a raging gale, making it impossible to keep their eyes open. Exusiai, wearing open-toed sandals and clutching her icy gun, shivered with every step. Texas watched from behind and kept shaking her head as she pulled her own coat tighter.
Their clothes were too thin to block the freezing wind.
Croissant, on the other hand, did not seem cold at all. She pulled Exusiai