THUNDER! Snap! BANG BANG! Bam! Whew--! Zilla-! Boom ----!
With regard to the screams coming from the kitchen room that always felt as if they had heard it somewhere, the sound of things being smashed about, the sound of floating cannons, the sound of the wind interspersed with the sound of a piano, the sound of the teeth of a chainsaw, and the flickering of light and shadows that came along with it, the Trailblazer trio team wordlessly ate the local dishes of Belo Burger that had been brought to the table by the gentle and watery Miss Maid.
After the dishes had been served and the maid lady had turned to leave, March 7 looked around the room and glanced at the young girl who was still buried motionless in a bowl of soup, and quietly leaned over to Stelle's ear.
"Ugh, I mean, did you do that on purpose?"
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Stelle brought a spoonful of mixed vegetable soup into her mouth while slightly tilting her head sideways, a clear look of bewilderment passing through her eyes.
March 7 nudged her own mouth towards the non-stop commotion in the kitchen room and asked in a low voice, "That's the shopkeeper, huh? Didn't you see that he had a girlfriend, so you were deliberately tripping him up?"
Stelle contemplated for a moment, shook her head with a cautious expression, swallowed her mixed vegetable soup with a gulp, and said seriously:
"No, I do feel that I and the shopkeeper should be the two closest people in this world."
The expression was serious and the tone was firm.
With that stance, it was hard for people not to associate it with the words "determined to win".
March 7 was dumbfounded, only feeling that her not-so-smart brain seemed to have opened a brand new door, from which countless truths appeared.
Dan Heng's hand movements stopped.
He turned his own face and gave Stelle a furtive glance.
Why didn't I see before that this guy actually had the liking of a Cao thief?
The curmudgeonly young man who came from the Immortal Vessel was silent for a long time with a complicated expression, and finally let out a helpless sigh, "Stelle The Astral Express is a place that protects the shortcomings of the people, but before that, Mr Walter and Miss Himeko, both have high moral standards."
A rather euphemistic exhortation.
But well, although Dan Heng hadn't made his words completely clear, his implication was clear enough.
The Astral Express and the two seniors on it would do their best to protect the other members of the travelling party - but that was not unconditional.
At the very least, with that end of the two seniors' triad, they would never shelter explicitly evil behaviour.
Stelle glanced back at Dan Heng and nodded plausibly, then lowered her head and went into dry rice mode without saying a word.
It was at this time that the wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
A middle-aged male with a tuft of white hair on his head walked into the shop.
Hearing the footsteps, March 7 subconsciously turned her head, and after seeing the man who walked into the shop, she exclaimed, "Ugh, Uncle Yang? Why are you down here?"
Welt Yang who walked into the shop looked at March 7 and smiled gently, "Don't worry about me, you guys continue to eat by yourselves, I just came down to take a look at you guys, since the three of you are all fine, I'm relieved."
Suddenly, Welt Yang's expression froze.
Because he saw, that young girl who was sitting behind March 7, burying her entire face in a bowl of thick soup.
The Ruler of Thunder, the Ruler of Beginnings - Raiden Mei.
Even though he couldn't see her appearance, as the former -Anti-Entropy Alliance Leader, who had fought alongside those Ruler Misses who came from St. Freya's Academy, he was certainly able to tell the other party's identity at a glance just from the back.
This child, is this Raiden Mei's homunculus like Stelle?
On a different planet, meeting someone who looked similar to an acquaintance - this matter was rare, but it wasn't the first time that Welt Yang, who had already travelled to many worlds with The Astral Express, experienced it, so after a brief moment of surprise, Welt Yang quickly gathered himself.
March 7 didn't notice Welt Yang's short flow of surprise, and being passionate by nature, she certainly couldn't just watch the rather caring seniors in the train crew turn their heads and leave without even eating.
"How can that be! Having come all the way here, Uncle Yang can simply have a meal with us as well, the food on this Stelle, tastes quite good!"
She stood up and waved her hand in the direction of the bar, "Beautiful maid lady! This table needs another chair and a picture of cutlery, and then a few more dishes!"
The curtain of the kitchen room door was slowly lifted by a veiled hand covered in fibre gloves, and Welt Yang followed March 7th's line of sight and directed his gaze in the direction of the bar.
Then after seeing the maiden lady who stepped out from the kitchen in a graceful manner, his face that had just returned to normal turned stiff again.
Rita Rossweisse's homunculus?
No, isn't there a bit too many homunculi in this shop?
"Is it necessary to add an additional guest? I see." The maid-san walked over to the table, her delicate features wearing an elegant smile.
She first pulled the chair under the neighbouring table to Welt Yang's side, and went behind the counter to take out a picture of clean dishes with knives, forks and silver spoons, and placed them all on the table in a disciplined manner, and then made a cup of tea, and bowed slightly, "The back kitchen will start working on the preparation of the dishes that you have ordered in no time, please wait a little longer."
"Ah ... well ... I know." For some reason, Welt Yang, who always felt a bit overwhelmed, sat down on the newly added seat as if he were on pins and needles, "Trouble you, this ... maid lady."
The beautiful maid with a head of long grey-golden hair guffawed, "Please make yourself at home."
After saying that, Miss Maid returned to the kitchen behind the bar with her usual elegant posture.
After the maid lady left, Welt Yang, who had finally relaxed a little bit, couldn't help but let out a long breath, he glanced at the 'Raiden Mei's homunculus' behind March 7th for a moment of hesitation before asking in a low voice, "What's wrong with her?"
March 7th glanced back at the still motionless young girl, "The shopkeeper said that she probably found that bowl of soup so delicious that she couldn't stop craving it to the point of losing consciousness ... Originally, I wanted to try to see if that bowl of soup was really that good, but it's just a shame that Dan Heng wouldn't let me. "
Well done, Dan Heng! Welt Yang, who looked at the bowl of ingredients with several very familiar things in it, said in his heart.
He held up the tea that the maiden lady had made for him and took a gentle sip.
It was unexpectedly delicious.
To tell the truth, Welt Yang is not the kind of person who understands tea, even in the period when Anti Entropy served as the alliance leader and all political forces, he came into contact with more, but also those who can't even call out the name of the high-grade red wine today.
But it had to be said that the tea brewed by the maid of this coffee shop - that Rita Rossweisse's homunculus - was so distinctive no matter which world it was in.
Well, even the flavour was exactly the same.
Is this the kind of marvellous understanding that each synesthete has with each other?
-Wait, I almost forgot the purpose of coming down this time.
Welt Yang put down the cup of tea in his hand, and by the way, he collected the homesickness in his heart that was awakened by the familiar flavour.
He implicitly swept a glance at Stelle, who had begun to wipe up her mouth, and after slightly deliberating on what to say, he softly coughed and hummed, "Himeko and I have finished sealing Stellaron's nucleus, congratulations, you've done a great job."
Hearing Welt Yang's frankly complimentary voice, March 7 couldn't help but rub her hair a little awkwardly.
"Although being praised by Uncle Yang is very pleasing la, but ... why do I have such a strange feeling?"
"... "Dan Heng glanced at Stelle and mused for a moment, "Mr Welt, you should be worried, about that power that Stelle has erupted, right?"
Stelle, who had finished wiping his mouth, glanced at Welt Yang suspiciously.
"No." Welt Yang shook his head with a complicated expression, "Although that power is powerful, it can't be considered an insurmountable threat to us, The Astral Express, and I also believe that with Stellaron's ability, it's by no means difficult to use that power in a comfortable manner."
"It's just that ..." halfway through his sentence, Welt Yang's words paused, "if I'm not mistaken, that power that Stelle is using ... should have a deep connection with my hometown."
"Uncle Yang's hometown?" March 7's eyes lit up for a moment, "Seems interesting! Is that big sword of Stelle's something from Uncle Yang's hometown?"
"Stelle, do you hear me? Hurry up and show the thing to Uncle Yang!" March 7 poked Stelle's shoulder and urged.