"Hello, I'm Bianka Ataegina, from the Yaoqing. May I ask who you are?" The girl carried herself with a heroic air, looking dashing with every step. March 7th was immediately drawn to her. This was exactly the swordswoman March dreamed of being. If only this golden-haired girl were wearing Xianzhou clothes, she would be even better.
"We're the Nameless of the Astral Express. I'm Welt."
"I'm March 7th, and she's Stelle."
Stelle nodded slightly, putting on the air of an expert.
"Miss Bianka, if I remember correctly, the Yaoqing's clothing isn't this sort of simple, straightforward combat suit, is it?" Welt asked.
That name was exactly the same. Back then, Durandal had chosen that name herself.
In this universe, even if she had a counterpart, that counterpart should have been named Kiana.
And this combat outfit looked far too much like something from Earth's Schicksal.
In reality, combat outfits and the like were extremely conservative. On Earth, for instance, the more skin one exposed, the easier it was to get injured fighting Honkai Beasts. The less skin exposed, the more functions could be incorporated into the armor worn over it.
Only the outfits of beings like Herrschers looked more like formal dresses.
Was she really not from Earth? Welt thought she might be one of the Masked Fools. Apart from that bunch who were so bored they went looking for amusement, who would impersonate someone else?
"That's right. I'm not a Yaoqing native."
Bianka admitted it outright.
"As for this combat suit, I bought it on the interstellar market. Apparently, it came from a small place. The fabric is excellent, with superb elasticity. An outstanding combat suit."
Bianka clenched her fists.
She was too similar. Even the way she answered questions so earnestly was far too similar.
A sudden sense