Daisy hurriedly laughed it off. "You're an adult. I trust you can take care of yourself. Rachel is still a child."
Lorna rolled her eyes at her twice and lowered her voice. "We're the same age! Her living conditions were far harsher than mine. She said she started killing people when she was five."
The implication was that Lorna herself was the greenhouse flower who needed protecting.
But Daisy heard another meaning in her words and said mournfully, "Rachel's childhood was too pitiful. I have to make it up to her properly!"
Lorna: "..."
Daisy, the daughter-doting maniac, saw nothing wrong with what she had said. With only five days left before Christmas break, she took part of her family on vacation to Sicily.
Even in December, the largest island in the Mediterranean Sea remained warm. The Italian mainland's mafia had all been hanged back in Mussolini's day, so public safety here was excellent. The locals were simple and honest—at least, they were very simple and honest after seeing the assault rifles carried by S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers.
Mount Etna, famous throughout the world, stood here. It was Europe's largest and most active volcano, without question. The Italian government had once worried itself sick over it. The volcano erupted far too frequently. Since 2007, it had erupted more than twenty times, causing a total of one million casualties. Sicily only had a population of five million, so the scale of the casualties was obvious from the numbers alone.
When S.H.I.E.L.D. took over, it solved a massive problem for the government. The disaster relief funds they had previously needed could now be saved, while S.H.I.E.L.D. paid additional rent. All things considered, the Italian government was actually making a profit.
A frequently erupting volcano was an unsolvable problem for ordinary people, but for them,