Chapter 38 The training room was thrown at it.
Victoria arrived late, having changed her clothes. When she opened the door, she was greeted by the leader with a dark expression, Madonna who was eating with a puzzled look on her face, and Reinhardt, who was wearing a dress she had carefully chosen and sipping his soup.
So beautiful!
Like a mother seeing her own child wearing a beautiful dress, Victoria instantly forgot the oppressive feeling brought by the leader.
Anyway, she didn't sense any murderous intent, and what did it matter to her whether that jerk was in a good mood or not.
Victoria gracefully took her seat and began to enjoy her meal with her knife and fork.
"I don't know why, but I feel incredibly healthy and refreshed right now. It's like... like my body has been remodeled, and all the dormant fatigue has been swept away!"
The red-haired girl turned to Madonna and asked, "Madonna, do you know what kind of drug ingredients were in that contraband? I want to know what this energizing ingredient is. Maybe it can be developed into an enhancement drug for us to use in battle."
It might not be there; Reinhardt might be the key ingredient.
Madonna silently muttered something to herself, but outwardly rolled her eyes and advised Victoria to give up on the idea.
"Are you blaming me for not taking a vial of blood from your injured body as a sample? You should be grateful that you weren't affected by it, instead of still thinking about the effects of those medications!"
Unaware that she had been on the verge of death, Victoria grumbled and finally started eating.
Then, she noticed Reinhardt, who was as beautiful as an angel, sitting across from her.
Because his hair was loose, strands would always fall over his shoulders and hinder his movement when he bent down to eat. Victoria took out a wooden hairpin, a common ornament in the East, from her ring, walked over to Reinhardt, and gathered up his long hair.
Because he had never seen sunlight for many years, Reinhardt's skin was unusually white, as delicate as porcelain. His features were refined and handsome, exuding a divine holiness.
But that inviolable sanctity was diluted by his naivety and confusion, and instead became hazy.
Her long, golden hair was loosely tied up with a hairpin, and a wisp of curly hair fell from behind her ear and rested on her shoulder.
Reinhardt's fair back was then clearly revealed.
"Let your hair down."
"Chief, if you don't understand aesthetics, don't talk nonsense! It would look much better tied up!"
"Don't you even know how strong the sea wind is on the ship? And he's completely naked, do you think his physique is the same as yours? Don't buy him this kind of ridiculous clothing again! He might not understand these kinds of things, but you do?!" The Storm Leader, who had been drinking beer early in the morning, slammed his glass down on the table. The second half of his sentence shifted to Reinhardt, "And you, go change out of that outfit in a bit! Come find me in the training room when you're done. Madonna, you bring him here."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the room with a sour face.
“Who upset him…” Victoria muttered to herself.
To be fair, Buster wasn't wrong, but for a moment Victoria felt like she was seeing a feudal, traditional father figure who was controlling everything and even whether people's skirts were revealing or not.
That fiery temper of his was like someone who had just broken up with their boyfriend; it was really annoying to look at.
Victoria snorted and muttered under her breath, "With that bad temper, he deserves to be single."
Since the leader's words were indeed correct, Victoria forgot that these girls were bandits whose physical abilities were many times better than ordinary people, and they couldn't be compared to freshly cooked braised potatoes.
After dinner, she dutifully took Reinhardt to change into clothes that would be more suitable for training.
And so the Storm Lord was greeted by a brand new Reinhardt.
Buster: ...
His furrowed brows perfectly conveyed his bewilderment at the depth of these women's wardrobes.
Reinhardt changed his hairstyle from a bun to a low ponytail and wore a set of aristocratic fencing attire consisting of a blue shirt with gold buttons and a white outer jacket.
The white gloves tightly encased her fingers, the coat was shorter in the front and longer in the back, with a stand-up collar and a fitted silhouette. The size of the garment was just right, fitting her body perfectly, not too much or too little. Buster even suspected that the coat had been custom-made by Victoria or some other tailor.
At least from his angle, this outfit prevents him from seeing the apple of Eden, so it passes muster.
Buster walked up to Reinhardt and gestured for him to follow him.
The inexplicable rage was digested by him alone, and the Storm Leader was now relatively calm. Leading Reinhardt into a vast space, Buster gave a general explanation of the place's function.
"This is my training room. Madonna should have shown you the way earlier. You can come here when you're bored, or if you need to find me, you can come here when I'm not in the room."
The training room on the ship is divided into two parts. Because Buster is too lethal, he uses one independently, while the other is shared by all the crew members. The two sides are not in the same direction. Under normal circumstances, you will not encounter other crew members on the way from Buster's bedroom to the training room.
Reinhardt nodded, seemingly confused, indicating that he understood.
Looking at that beautiful face, Buster's last bit of anger slowly dissipated. He led the person to a long table and patiently began to speak.
Do you know what's inside your ring? And how do you use the communicator?
Reinhardt didn't seem to have had enough time to explore his ring, so he didn't know anything when asked.
Buster stood behind him and whispered, "Then take them out one by one, and I'll tell you."
The ring space is a very subtle thing; it seems to be a vast space inside, and it can change with one's consciousness. Although Reinhard doesn't know what's inside, he can easily pull out an item by simply touching it.
With Buster's help, Reinhardt was able to roughly identify the contents of the ring by touch and shape.
More complete than imagined, the ring contained not only a flying machine and a communicator, but also a camping tent, sleeping bag, clothes, and shoes, just in case.
Buster glanced at the items and gestured for Reinhardt to continue.
The beautiful deity, with her eyes closed, continued exploring and touched something strange.
What's strange is that there are so many of these things, and they're all so small. Each one is an irregular sphere, about half the size of a thumb, rolling around in Reinhardt's palm, and they have a distinctive metallic smell.
Buster chuckled softly behind his ear.
A much thicker arm than Reinhardt reached out from behind, and Buster pinched Reinhardt's chin with his fingers, lifting him up without much force.
He said, "Can you see the puppet in front?"
After Reinhardt nodded, the Storm Leader continued, "Throw it at it."
Reinhardt didn't understand, but he obediently did as he was told. However, his aim was not very good, and the small round pebble landed on the ground some distance away from the doll.
"Boom!" A not-so-loud explosion rang out, causing Reinhardt, who was caught off guard, to shrink back.
Buster instinctively wrapped his arms around his waist. His gaze, which had been fixed on Reinhardt's face, precisely caught the fleeting look of panic behind that calm expression.
Unable to let his emotions show, the wicked Storm Leader couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Amidst this hearty laughter, the usually calm and reserved Son of God slowly pursed his lips.
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Author's Note: Madonna: I'll teach you!
Victoria: To learn how to use a communicator, you need hands-on guidance!
Celine: Still in the private training room~
Buster: I'd love to!
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The design of the outfit is inspired by the EuroFencing Italian fencing uniform [heart].
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