Miao Miao raised her head blankly and looked at Lynn's mask.
As the curse rippled, she returned to her cat-eared girl form, threw her arms around Lynn's neck, and burst into tears.
Her overwhelming grief made her entire body tremble uncontrollably.
It was a fear rooted deep in her bones.
It brought back those bloodstained memories from that dark underground place, as though every scene from back then were playing out all over again.
Lynn patted her back, doing his best to soothe her shattered emotions.
Then he raised his head, his gaze turning serious.
"Miss Doll, are you still there?"
"Yes."
That utterly emotionless female voice sounded around him.
Lynn nodded, then quickly pulled the suitcase out of his system space. He crouched down and opened it firmly, his gaze intent.
"Miss Doll, come back for now. You're a mechanical body too. If you get infected by that flesh plague, the consequences would be too severe. When I need your help, I'll call you again. Is that all right?"
Right before him.
Slender toes slowly touched the ground.
As her rose-patterned skirt settled, the gothic girl slowly descended before him and gazed at him in silence.
She could also tell that Lynn had lost his earlier irreverent, devil-may-care attitude. Clearly, what had happened to Miao Miao had forced him to take things seriously.
"All right."
A few seconds later, Lynn quickly closed the suitcase and put it into his system space.
Then he turned, raised his head to gaze out over the battlefield, and lightly tapped his temple. His consciousness immediately appeared in Sir Awen's mental space.
"Sir Awen, I have an idea. It might be very risky, but if it works, we might be able to take their Leviathan out of commission in one stroke and tip the