Farewell, Sunrise I Once Gazed Upon, Once Sailed Toward / If You're a Dragon, That's Fine Too

But when facing Oute, Lava seemed to have a strong urge to confide in him. Unconsciously, she gradually raised her voice. "How to fight on the battlefield, how to taunt your opponent, how to destroy your opponent—those who grew up in a greenhouse simply don't understand! You agree, right, Doctor!"

In the distance, Dobermann's ears twitched.

You asked for this!

Seeing Oute's surprised expression, Lava seemed to be encouraged.

"Lava!" Fen quickly stopped her.

But it was already too late.

"Well said, Lava." The shadow of the soldier Perro completely obscured the petite Sarkaz girl as she murmured, "Then you must really like the deck, right?"

"Eek!?" The Sarkaz girl's small hand trembled, and the beans in her dish were sent flying by the suddenly "bounced" Spoon.

Oute raised his right hand, and a bean that was aimed at his eyebrows and eyes just happened to hit the space between two chopsticks. With a little impact, it perfectly embedded itself between the two chopsticks.

"You still need to keep your hands steady while eating."

As he spoke, Oute put down his chopsticks on the Sarkaz girl's plate.

The girls' attention was entirely focused on the "dean of students" who had suddenly appeared behind them, and they barely noticed the "principal's" actions. However, Dobermann's pupils contracted.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!"

Dudulu?

"Perro Dobermann," the female soldier reminded her.

"Instructor Dobermann!?" Lava exclaimed in horror, "Why are you here!?"

"Like you, breakfast is served." Dobermann asked in an unyielding tone, "May I sit here?"

Chapter 116 Farewell, Oh, the sunrise I once gazed upon, the sunrise that once guided my course.

Although he asked the girls, Dobermann eventually sat down next to Oute.

She placed her plate down, on which sat a steaming hot taco. The crust, exuding a rich corn aroma, was filled with sauce and various fillings; one bite was a nutritionally balanced feast.

Like Oute, Dobermann can never shake off the dietary habits of their homeland.

Or rather, who would have nothing better to do than get rid of this?

After glancing at Lava's plate, Dobermann said unhappily, "Beans alone won't provide you with enough nutrition for training."

But it's somewhat surprising that even Victoria can't escape their breakfast routine.

"If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to incorporate Phoebe's nutritional meals into your training program."

By the way, Phoebe was on the night shift at the Medical Department last night and is currently catching up on sleep.

The nutritious meals she designed... aside from being highly nutritious, were remarkably consistent with stereotypes about Victoria cuisine in every other respect.

Seriously speaking, if Victoria were to hire Phoebe as the chief designer of the national cuisine, she might be able to turn something rotten into something magical, making use of her terrible reputation in the culinary world: Victoria's food may be unpalatable, but it's nutritionally balanced! That's the style of a great nation! Only practical cuisine can cultivate practical people!

And so on.

"Instructor Dobermann! I will definitely keep a close eye on Lava!" With that, Fen shared some of her breakfast with Lava and took some beans with her.

"Me too!" When it came to nutritious meals, Angel K was unusually quick.

"Me too..." This is Beagle.

The initial lecture to Lava was fine, but Dobermann's subsequent remarks made it impossible for the rest of the A1 Reserve Team to remain indifferent.

Watching their bickering, Oute couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Doctor?" Dobermann asked, puzzled.

Seeing that the instructors' attention had been drawn away by Oute, the children breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel grateful to Oute.

"Don't get me wrong, I just feel this scene... is a bit like a strict mother scolding her daughters." He added with a touch of nostalgia, "Indeed, it's been a long time since anyone told me I'm a picky eater."

Mother, daughter, picky eater... Does he have no family left? This implied meaning caused a moment of silence in the room.

"... Rhodes Island is like one big family," Dobermann comforted her.

"Yeah, Kal'tsit and the others usually bring me breakfast. If anyone says I'm a picky eater, it's her." Oute said seriously, "Her lifestyle habits are much worse than mine!"

The heavy atmosphere dissipated instantly, but no one else could continue the conversation.

"This..." Dobermann gave an awkward laugh and said, "Is that so?"

Seeing this, Oute raised an eyebrow. To avoid a cat suddenly appearing behind him, he changed the subject, asking, "How's Alina's training going?"

"Her education level is decent, her comprehension is fine, and she's easy to train." Dobermann quickly put down his tacos, preparing to begin his report, "Regarding the Dream-Sleep Device..."

"I was just asking casually," Oute hinted, "But the experimental results are encouraging; perhaps we can train our operators there in the future."

Dobermann looked at the girl, his brows furrowed with undisguised joy.

After finishing the last bit of soy milk, Oute said, "I have other work to do, so I'll take my leave now."

Regardless of age, the girls all breathed a sigh of relief after Oute left.

But soon, the reality of facing the instructors alone made the girls even more embarrassed.

The other work that Oute just mentioned refers to Warfarin.

After leaving the cafeteria, Oute carried a breakfast and muttered to himself, "At this pace, when will I be able to get back to my dorm?"

He didn't really want to stand Warfarin up, but strenuous exercise after a meal isn't healthy.

PRTS then said, "It depends on which dorm room you want to go back to, Doctor. Oute."

Broken.

Why is she making sarcastic remarks about me again?

Oute's current situation of living with Kal'tsit is, in name only... in reality... well, you know what I mean. Oute and Specter should have their own bedrooms, but now they've both made their home on Kal'tsit's cat tree.

Oute's own dormitory is right next to Kal'tsit's dormitory; in terms of distance, there's practically no difference!

He awkwardly asked, "The one you have?"

"Strictly speaking, Doc Otter, I'm here."

But Miss PRTS seemed to fall for it, cheerfully saying, "Expected arrival at the dormitory at 06:58:30. Enjoy your 'second nap,' Doc Otter."

Yay! Long live the Deathline Warriors!

Oute had originally scheduled a meeting with Warfarin for after 7 p. m. today. Perhaps Warfarin was eating at another cafeteria, or perhaps she was already asleep; in any case, Oute didn't see her in the cafeteria just now.

He hummed a lullaby as he slowly digested his food.

"... Farewell, my beloved, whom I once gazed upon, the sunrise that guided my course, now only a flickering candle at the end of my journey..."

Yes, we can never go back.

"Let me blow it out, hide the flame, and sail far into the universe..."

PRTS suddenly said, "Doc Otter..."

"Um?"

"I'm here," PRTS said. "I've always been here."

"Hmm." Oute responded with a smile.

Those who always sing abruptly and deceive others' feelings are scum.

However, the song "Night Voyager" resonated with Oute's situation in many ways. Furthermore, he had just sung a section of it last night, so his memory of it was quite vivid; this time, it wasn't an intentional attempt to bluff his way out.

But with this song, it was as if Oute was tearing open his own heart for Kal'tsit and PRTS, letting the bloody bitterness and loneliness soak into their consciences...

Oh no, now she's really making herself sound like a little girl wallowing in self-pity!

When I returned to my dorm, Kal'tsit had already left, but Specter was still asleep. The high concentration of liquid Originium in her spinal cord made her slightly more sleepy than normal.

He placed the breakfast on the table, wrote the code name "Specter" on a sticky note, then tore off the page and stuck it on the breakfast bag.

With a little awkwardness, he took off his clothes one by one, folded them aside, and then crawled back into bed.

"Doc Otter," PRTS suddenly spoke up again, asking, "Would you like a lullaby?"

"Do you want to rub my ears?" Oute asked harassingly.

"ASMR, Spontaneous Sensory Meridian Response... it describes the sensation of a person responding to..."

The dormitory's public address system and terminal were playing at just the right volume towards Oute. Oute wasn't wearing any in-ear headphones, so it couldn't really be called "ear stimulation." But the sound of PRTS itself was enough to give Oute the rare sense of security he needed.

Not this kind... but...

Listening to PRTS's calm female voice, Oute closed his eyes.

Not this kind, but it's still acceptable.

Anything is fine with Priestess.

Even if it was only a part of her... it was still enough to comfort Oute's subconscious.

Chapter 117 If You Were a Dragon, That Would Be Good

In the wilderness, there was a camp.

A group of soldiers dressed in winter uniforms were busy at work.

"Why isn't Big Sister up yet?" a capable member of the Yeti Squad asked casually.

"Just laziness and apathy," another lazy person casually replied.

How dare you talk like that!?

"My mistake, my mistake. What I meant was: Big Sister was protesting to Talulah."

"That's true... I really can't figure out how a leader could have become like this." The capable-looking one sighed.

"Why do you still call her leader? Didn't you see what she did?"

The two of them actually started arguing.