Hook said goodbye and left.
Watching her forlorn figure retreat, March 7th couldn't help remarking:
"I get the feeling she figured something out."
"She's a kid, not an idiot," Stelle said quietly. "Ah, the price of growing up. Hopefully, Hook will still be just as easy to fool next time we see her."
"You got over it pretty quickly." March 7th gave Stelle a reproachful look.
The thought of Chu Mu still left her feeling a little sad.
Stelle, however, wasn't bothered.
Because she didn't believe Chu Mu was dead in the first place.
Lately, she had secretly tried it many times. Whenever she shouted "Flame Lance, charge!", the flames she produced amounted to nothing more than an oversized flamethrower.
She couldn't even get through a pig's defenses!
There was no way she could unleash a sun!
So whose rising sun had that been back on Everwinter Ridge?
It couldn't possibly have been hers!
That left only Chu Mu!
Could someone who could unleash a sun really die that easily?
Stelle didn't believe it for a second.
But she now faced a problem: she couldn't tell anyone about this.
After all, everyone who had witnessed that battle, from the Astral Express Crew to Oleg, now thought her strength was unfathomable!
The people of Belobog regarded her as their Savior.
Even the way Welt looked at her lately was full of admiration, as though he saw her as a young talent to be reckoned with.
Even Dan Heng had grown much kinder toward her lately. Instead of always wearing a cold expression, he was willing to say a few extra words.
In that moment, Stelle experienced the sense of liberation that came with being a master. It was as though the whole world had become more forgiving toward her!
*How lonely