Agaray had already returned ahead of schedule, and everyone in Milica had abandoned the capital and begun a gradual evacuation.
However, you don't need to take all the supplies with you; you can come back when the weather warms up.
The seal formed on Shi Yin's left arm allowed the catalytic energy to gradually slow down, giving humanity enough time to catch its breath.
"But is it really okay now? If we don't go back for too long, won't our superiors get suspicious?" In a small house in the suburbs, Freya sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.
It's so cold...
Freya just went out to investigate. The area near the national center, deliberately protected by Toki, the ability users, and Helmod's technology, is warmer the closer you get to the capital.
They are now in the far suburbs, almost in the midst of freezing cold.
"Don't worry, Shi Yin's vital signs test was fake." Ishtar walked over gently and placed two cups of hot cocoa on the table: "All of our vital signs remain in a healthy state except for the moment of death."
"Is it... to stabilize morale?" Freya pondered for a moment and then understood the reason.
“Yes, in the eyes of the people, we are omnipotent, and we must be omnipotent.” Ishtar’s voice was soft, and her gaze toward Freya was very gentle: “You’re right, clever child.”
Freya shivered, and whether it was her imagination or not, she felt the temperature suddenly drop.
"Alright, I have to go back now. I need to get back early." Tyr walked out of the house.
His injuries had mostly healed by now, and his tall and robust physique made him look twice the size of Ishtar.
“Mr. Tyr.” Freya quickly stood up, not daring to be impolite in front of these five important figures.
"Don't be so nervous. Shi Yin didn't kick you out and allowed you to come along, which means you're considered an insider now. Just treat us like ordinary people." Tyr waved his hand dismissively.
“That’s right, after all, smart kids can learn to keep secrets,” Ishtar added with a smile. “It’s okay, we believe you.”
Do you believe me, or do I have to make you believe me?
Freya's smile was somewhat forced, and she dared not breathe too loudly.
Ishtar usually appears to be a gentle and mature beauty, with long, golden waves cascading over her shoulders, and her bright red lips and white dress making her look elegant and charming.
But those blue-green eyes were shimmering and gentle, giving the impression that they looked at everyone with deep affection.
When speaking, Ishtar is always gentle and soft-spoken. Perhaps it's to take care of Freya, who grew up in China, or perhaps it's just her natural way of speaking, which makes people feel like they're being bathed in a spring breeze.
However, when it comes to crucial matters, Ishtar's gentle, step-by-step pressure is a different conversational technique compared to Tokine's sharp aggression.
“Little Freya, what do you think?” Ishtar smiled and looked at Freya beside him.
"Of course... I will try my best." Freya was genuinely a little uneasy this time.
Even if she was a genius, this was the first time she had faced a big shot face to face. Being looked down upon and interrogated by someone like Ishtar, who was at the top of the pyramid, Freya felt like she was being pricked by needles.
“Of course, we should believe in those whom Tokine believes in.” Tyr glanced at Freya casually, and Freya’s hair stood on end.
Freya was starting to doubt whether her decision to come and try to win over Shion was the right one. Should she have been more anxious when everyone was secretly trying to please Shion?
Tyr's words clearly meant that Tokine must make those she believes in believe, whether they don't or not; if she can't make them believe...
The consequences will be severe...
Freya pressed her temples. Actually, she didn't know why, but ever since she got close to Tokine, she had felt uneasy, as if Tokine had some kind of inexplicable attraction to her.
As a result, now that Shion is seriously injured and in a coma, this strange attraction seems to have disappeared.
The door to a bedroom opened, and Helmod yawned as he stepped out.
"Helmod, you were too slow this time," Tyr complained as he was about to leave when he saw Helmod come out.
"Those who don't understand science shouldn't point fingers at the experts." Helmod glared at him, "Do you know how difficult it is to equip Shion with a robotic arm?"
“Ordinary metal and mechanical constructs can be destroyed with just a little force from Shi Yin. What’s the difference between them and not having them at all?” Helmod pleaded earnestly. “Do you know how many times I’ve modified and dismantled them, dismantled and modified them again?”
"I don't know, anyway, it wasn't me who was in charge." Tyr shrugged.
Hermod stared. If his single-body strength hadn't been so poor, he would have really wanted to beat Tyr up.
"Alright, alright, thank you for your hard work, Helmod. How is Shion doing now?" Ishtar stopped the farce in time: "Shion's left arm will not recover until at least after winter. This mechanical arm is very important."
“Of course, the fact that I was able to get out means it’s finished, okay?” Helmod yawned and chose a sofa to sit down. “We’re going to be in the cold winter countryside for a long time, so we should think about how to deal with those people.”
Ishtar paused for a moment, then rushed to the bedroom door, shoved Helmod aside, and looked at Shiyin inside the room.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get excited." Helmod rubbed his shoulder helplessly. "It hurts."
But the sound he made when he bumped into the door frame wasn't the sound of flesh hitting the frame; it was a crisp "clang."
Freya frowned slightly. Judging from the sound, what hit the door frame must have been some kind of metal, somewhat similar to the sound of machetes chopping training equipment that he usually heard in the training field.
But why would Helmod say it hurts?
There was no time to think about all that; Shion was more important right now. Freya quickly stood up from the sofa and ran towards the door.
Shi Yin was sitting on the bed, moving her fingers.
She appeared normal, but her coordination with the left robotic arm wasn't quite perfect yet. He was sitting on the bed, working on the robotic arm.
First, she curled up her little finger and then stretched it out, then moved her ring finger. Gradually, her whole hand clenched and then loosened, looking somewhat clumsy, which was inconsistent with Shi Yin's true nature.
"Sound!" Ishtar rushed forward and hugged Shion tightly.
"Ah—wait!" Shi Yin didn't expect Ishtar to pounce on her so suddenly. She was still getting used to the mechanical arm when Ishtar suddenly pressed down on her.
"Yin! I'm so worried about you. How could you take such a risk? Do you know how worried this makes me?" Ishtar hugged Shi Yin tightly. "Even if you could do it all over again, you can't keep hurting yourself like this. What will I do if you're gone one day?"
Shi Yin: "..."
Shion: "Ishtar, get up first..."
"No, I won't get up unless you promise me." Ishtar said unhappily, "Honestly, you're always the naughtiest one."
Shi Yin: "...If you don't get up, I won't be able to breathe..."
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