I'd Even Hit Kevin / Kosma, Does It Hurt to Sleep with Your Horn Pressed Against Something?

Shi Hen, standing to the side, kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart. In any case, this had nothing to do with him.

I Even Dare to Fight Kevin

Following Pardo through one unfamiliar side path after another, Shi Hen could not help but marvel at this catgirl's talent for finding routes.

If it had been him, he probably would have needed a very long time to find these paths.

And by then, he likely would have already left the Elysian Realm.

So, he chose to hire Pardo.

Besides knowing the way, her luck was also quite good. They had walked for so long without encountering a single Honkai Beast.

If Sakura had been leading them instead, the road would probably have already run red with blood.

"By the way, Brother Shi Hen, do you want my Signet? It may not compare to Sister Eden's and the others', but it should still be somewhat useful."

Having just remembered her duties as a Flame-Chaser, Pardo turned around and asked.

"No. I prefer my own strength."

Shi Hen shook his head.

Though he was actually rather curious about what kind of power Pardo's Signet could provide.

After all, reality had no digitized offensive or defensive stats. In essence, Signets should have been condensed versions of the Flame-Chasers' combat experience.

That was precisely why visitors carrying Signets could more easily glimpse the Flame-Chasers' memories and explore the history long buried beneath the sands of time.

But Pardo's... did her Signet teach people how to hide and run away?

"Oh, I see."

Pardo looked somewhat disappointed.

Visitors did not appear very often to begin with, and sometimes she wanted to be a real Flame-Chaser too.

"What have you been helping Elysia look for lately?"

Shi Hen asked.

He was