"Cough, cough, cough!" Silver Wolf braced a hand on the table, coughing hard. "Damn, are you trying to make me laugh myself to death?"
She looked at Kafka, unable to contain her laughter.
"Herta? That narcissist? She's going to have Chu Mu's baby now? I don't want to see family portraits covering every wall the next time I hack into the Space Station! How is this so hilarious? This is the joke of the century! Hahahahaha!"
Seeing this, March 7th whispered to Stelle:
"Silver Wolf sounds like a duck when she laughs."
Stelle nodded, then asked Kafka:
"So, what's the plan? Rescue them, or wait ten months and see?"
"In ten months, it'll be too late to change anything," March 7th muttered. "Bad idea."
"March is right." Kafka put an arm around March 7th's shoulders. "Waiting ten months is a bad idea. We have to rescue them as soon as possible."
Silver Wolf looked surprised.
"I thought you'd approve of this marriage. Herta might be a little old, but she's pretty rich."
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Kafka gave Silver Wolf a reproachful look. "This isn't like the previous situations, all right?"
The trip to Deep Blue Star had been Chu Mu's first journey away from Jarilo-VI. His difficult childhood in Belobog had left him with something of an inferiority complex.
That mindset had been especially apparent when he first met Asta, a wealthy Young Lady.
He had strongly resisted interacting with Asta, feeling that they belonged to two different worlds.
But Kafka hadn't seen it that way at all!
Her A-Mu was every bit as good as any other child.
That was why Kafka had encouraged him to become friends with Asta, helping him emerge from the shadows of his past.
Even people from different