Ch'en was still unconscious and had yet to wake. She had no idea that some things had been taken from her and others given to her. No matter what, Hoshino had to make sure rewards and punishments were fair.
Hoshino had suddenly taken away her right to use her sword, and she was worried Ch'en might get upset.
As for Hiyumaru...
The demon blade had been the main troublemaker. Hiyumaru had little to do with it, and she wasn't powerful enough to cause much of a stir anyway.
Hoshino tossed the Valkyrie fragments she'd earned into Dea Anchora, then opened her eyes and frowned at Ch'en. With a hint of amusement, she silently offered her lap as a pillow, waiting to see how Ch'en would react when she woke.
There was something indescribable about this mission.
Honestly, it was hard to put into words.
There was nothing Hoshino could do but wait for her to wake. As she waited, she noticed a strand of Ch'en's bangs dangling by the corner of her mouth. Frowning, Hoshino gently brushed it back.
Even in her sleep, she couldn't lie still.
Red returned to Rhodes Island with a cold expression. Thanks to her exceptional stealth skills, none of the operators on guard duty noticed her coming back. Red was a professional at sneaking around; even though Rhodes Island was her home, she made no exceptions.
In stark contrast to her cold exterior, Red was extremely flustered.
Her expression was cold, her gaze calm, but deep in her eyes, a great deal of panic churned. Most people probably wouldn't notice, but someone who knew her well—Kal'tsit, for example—would be alarmed at the sight of Red in this state and immediately sense that something was wrong.
Red was blushing.
Was the world about to end?
Red