The Supreme Guardian had not said when they had to leave.
Still, this man named Joyce was probably a Pathstrider too.
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble?" Joyce felt a little embarrassed.
"It's fine. It'll only take a little while."
"What's your name?" Inside the Neverwinter Workshop, Stelle asked the petite, adorable girl before her, who had quite a symmetrical beauty about her.
Was that name, longer than life itself, really a person's name? Good heavens, even when she called herself Galaxy Bat Hero, she worried others would find her title too long.
Next time, she would call herself Unbeatable Cosmic Overbearing Cool Baseball Bat Hero.
"You can call me Pela. That's actually what everyone usually calls me."
Pela sighed. She was already used to it, since her name really was rather long.
She still remembered how, back when she was studying, one teacher's first lesson had been to make them write their own names a hundred times in class, grandly calling it the first lesson in "fully understanding yourself and knowing who you are."
She had foolishly written it all out back then. Thinking about it now, first lesson, her ass. That teacher had simply been too lazy to prepare that day and had found something to keep them occupied.
"But I saw those children calling you Big~ Sis~ Pe~la~. Do I need to call you that too?" Stelle blinked, deliberately drawing out the title.
"No need. Just call me Pela."
Pela took several deep breaths. That title reminded her of Lingchen. That bad man called her exactly that.
Serval chuckled beside them. She knew about that title. After all, Lynx and Pela were close friends, and during one of their meetings, Lynx had mentioned what Lingchen occasionally called Pela.
"All right, Pela."
Stelle also put aside her playful