"Speaking of which, sis, you don't want to see Bronya get hurt again, do you?"
"Of course not!"
"In that case, I'll leave the difficult task of winning over the Silver Gun Prince to you, sis!"
"Huh? How could I possibly do something like that?"
Faced with her younger sister's suggestion, Herta looked utterly shocked.
That Silver Gun Prince was far too terrifying. A single thrust of his spear could pierce through an entire city block.
If Bronya hadn't protected her with her life, Herta felt she would already have been done for.
"Ahem... I'm not just saying this off the top of my head."
"I've actually been observing the Silver Gun Prince. It's a little strange, but he doesn't seem very hostile toward you!"
"Besides, you're the top school beauty of Shuiyue Middle School, sis! Winning over the Silver Gun Prince shouldn't be that hard!"
"Don't worry. The AST Special Tactical Force will protect you from the shadows and provide support whenever you're in danger!"
Standing up and patting Herta on the shoulder, the petite girl looked utterly serious.
"All right, then. I'll take the risk and give it a try!"
After listening to her sister, Herta considered it for a moment, then quietly nodded.
Although the idea seemed terrible, it wasn't entirely without merit.
At the very least, that Silver Gun Prince seemed a little lecherous, as though he was quite interested in her body.
"Complete the task of winning over the Spirit, and you shall be granted a chance to return..."
"Herta, show me the colors of elation!"
Just then, the space and time before her abruptly froze, and the underground fortress became a boundless starry sky.
Red masks surged like a rushing tide, covering the entire galaxy, while a ghostly voice drifted into her ears.
"I...