Chapter 1225: NO.129: Everyone Has Their Own Battlefield

NO. 129: Everyone has their own battlefield.

Quisaxinna, codename Flash Spirit, with the assistance of her companions, used force to replace her father/brother, ending the history of the truly chaotic noble circle, and became the leader of the Sakaz Medical Organization's Absolvers.

More recently, strictly speaking yesterday, via the dispatch of the National Defense Committee Chair, she replaced the bodyguard duties of the Vice Chair of Vishdell.

Therefore, needing to spend most of her time guarding beside Theresa, from last night to this afternoon, she would occasionally feel a pair of overly obvious hostile gazes.

Undoubtedly, that came from Vishdell.

But obviously, to pretend to be a well-behaved girl in front of the Committee Chair, Miss W, no matter how resentful, envious, or jealous the gaze, she would not dare to truly obstruct anything.

So Quisaxinna always tried to ignore that gaze while staying beside the Committee Chair, even in the confidential research lab.

Rather, precisely because it was in the confidential research lab, being able to see the Committee Chair, it was actually more convenient to report work.

Not young in age, experienced in many things, with a plain character, she was hard to disturb by matters outside work, and Theresa chose her precisely for this reason, to replace the flighty Vishdell.

Even in the highly important confidential laboratory, Quisaxinna could manage to not look much, not think much, and simply stay beside Theresa.

Even if Vishdell suddenly burst into the lab shouting, it would not distract her curiosity, even if passing researchers nearby were discussing the relationship between Aomo Lindun and Holheya, she would not notice a bit.

Even when that envious, jealous, hateful gaze fell again upon herself, she merely gave a light smile, only feeling that Vishdell was especially childlike in this regard, which actually added a bit more vitality to the base.

In the Kazdell Military Committee base, the Sakaz people are all elites selected from their hometowns, most of whom are over a hundred years old.

Although this age is not considered old for the Sakaz, even reaching middle age is enough to be considered sharp.

But if speaking of a childlike temperament, it is indeed quite rare.

Only, whenever she smiled like that, the gaze would become sharper, clinging more tightly.

Such a state usually lasts from ten-odd minutes to half an hour, hard to be interrupted by other factors, making her unconsciously wonder whether to recommend a bottle of eye drops to the other party.

She once thought that this period would generally continue like this, and had even made up her mind to send eye drops to her during her free time after work, but now she discovered——

——that the extremely obvious gaze had suddenly withdrawn.

?

Did something happen?

She felt it must be a very urgent situation to cause this, but still, out of duty, she unconsciously looked toward her protection target, Vice Chair Theresa, who was gazing in the direction Vishdell had gone, her expression subtle.

And the researchers passing by were even murmuring softly: 'Can you hear it?', 'Not very clear, the lab's soundproofing is too good', 'Why not ask Vishdell?', 'She also seems unable to hear clearly, find a Stone Wing Demon to ask about the ground?'.

'You're curious too, Flash Spirit?' the Vice Chair suddenly asked.

'Eh?'

Quisaxinna, unaware of what had happened, unconsciously followed the others' odd behavior toward the entrance, and saw that the confidential research lab's door and window vaguely showed a few unfamiliar girls.

And that pair, whom she had met a few times before, she remembered were called Holheya and Aomo Lindun.

'No,' Quisaxinna shook her head, 'it's work hours now, does it matter if those people are distracted?'

'Because they can be distracted, that's why they are,' Theresa said softly, turning her head to look at her brother, 'Even Terrxis is paying attention, Mr. Aomo is truly a special person, isn't he?'

Flash Spirit, who couldn't understand a word the Vice Chair was saying, merely fell silent for a moment, then said what she knew: '... I heard he's a local here.'

'Yes, a child without parental care, sent to an orphanage.' Theresa sighed somewhat.

'Even in such a world, there are still children who suffer such treatment.'

'At least they still have the orphanage, and still have people adopting and caring for them.' Quisaxinna said softly.

In their homeland, in the land named Kazdell, there are many children without fathers, mothers, or anyone to care for them, no normal life in orphanages, at most there would be unified training on how to kill, as child soldiers.

The child soldiers in the training camp, regardless of good or bad performance, often receive inhumane treatment; it's hard to say whether they are better or worse than the lone children who kill to survive.

If they had no opportunity to come into contact with this world's affairs, even figures like the Committee Chair and her siblings would find it difficult to handle the age-old contradictions between the Sakaz clan and other races, and in the end, where would everyone go?

She watched the plot of the game named Arknights, and even though she thought it was already bad enough, she still felt that real-world developments might perhaps be even worse.

Especially the choices between the Committee Chair and her siblings and the Doctor…… that is also precisely the reason for the subtle atmosphere among these few people these past few days.

Having a friend who had suffered similar persecution, Flash Spirit found it not difficult to understand this awkwardness.

Once the concept of memory erasure is brought up, anyone would feel uncomfortable, and when such a concept is displayed in the behavior of those around us in a certain if-line……

'Yes, this world seems not to consider this a problem, but we must avoid such thinking.' Looking far toward Rosia and her companion Kelci, then again toward Terrxis and his companion, the mechanical body resembling an old man, Theresa's gaze finally fell again upon the distant Vishdell.

And upon the door against which the crouching child's back leaned.

'But…… can you imagine a youth with a heart of emptiness and loneliness, deeply entangled in emotional contradictions?'

'What?'

Flash Spirit didn't quite understand, even though she felt Theresa was referring to that Mr. Lindun, but seeing W slumped by the door, face disappointed, typing on her phone……

'Are there conflicts?'

Although she had little romantic experience, Quisaxinna knew that if there truly were emotional entanglements over there, that girl would not be so disappointed, so bored.

Knowing that Rhodes Island holds a Doctor's Romance Drama segment every year, Vishdell would never wear such an expression.

Especially that time when she became the rumored female lead, that girl was still in a posture of not minding a big deal, only waiting to turn around and be hung by Doctor Kelci on the high pole at the company cafeteria entrance.

'So boring, so boring! These women make up too easily! I want rivers of blood!!'

While Flash Spirit was still recalling, Vishdell seemed to have already grown extremely impatient, retreating with exceptionally agile and silent movements into a group of gossiping people, the complaining voice dropping a bit, but only slightly.

Anyone with somewhat good hearing would have to blame her for interfering with this side's experimental work.

'It's not necessary to be swords drawn and bows bent to count as emotional conflict.'

Under Flash Spirit's astonished gaze, the Vice Chair sighed like someone who had been through it, then immediately gave a light cough, returning to her usual gentle demeanor.

'Break time is over, follow me to see Miss Praise, Flash Spirit.'

'Yes.'

Flash Spirit responded readily.

No matter what, work-related matters are always clear at a glance.