Chapter 525: NO．108：Little Witch, Head Held High, Striding Forward!

NO．108：Little Witch, Head Held High, Striding Forward!

am9:50, Boundary Gate District, Penguin Logistics.

am10:14, Flash! Hongying District!

Relying on Mefilas's teleportation ability, Aomo gained the power to make a certain meme image real.

Without using the city districts' built-in conveyor belts, nor the quick routes of the digital realm, after picking up the cargo from the goods distribution area and taking his first step out of the company, he arrived at the front gate of the Big Bell Tower in Hongying District.

Then he lowered his head to look at the address and recipient's name on the cardboard box in his hand.

zennorobroy/Desert Hero

This reminded him of the morning's text message, that commission.

The commission……

Aomo was somewhat surprised by that message, because it was sent via the Central Tressen AI account, which was the signature used when they contacted him last night:

【Baiyeer Turkey】

Baiyeer Turkey shouldn't have emphasized the commission's attitude, nor possessed this knowledge and information; it was likely related to Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan mentioned in the message, or Miss JunChuan.

But even so, given the fragmentary information, this commission was destined not to be something Aomo could resolve in the short term.

A lone soul forcibly transformed from a horse-racing spirit into a horse-girl spirit, wandering in the data space… the difficulty of finding it was like searching for a needle in an ocean, unknown where to begin; could he perhaps imitate those aliens, create another world to become its master, and wish for the other party to appear?

Even thinking of a more realistic approach yielded no clues.

I'm not the Ultraman King. jpg

If I were the Ultraman King, I wouldn't just deliver babies for whoever I wanted!

Rather than being the Ultraman King's Aomo, he could only temporarily set this commission aside.

Even thinking of Baiyeer Turkey was only because he saw the names of other horse-girls.

The horse-girls' names come from another world's horse racing, which involves knowledge of that other world.

And the most widely known knowledge of that other world is the origin of the three goddesses' names.

For example, Baiyeer Turkey: 'Baiyeer' comes from the horse owner of Baiyeer Turkey, Captain Baiyeer.

'Turkey' refers to the breed, the Turkish horse.

Except for the random naming types done for mischief and pure wishes, the naming of horse-girls in that other world follows an ancient, unwritten tradition: using personal names or ranch names as labels, so that upon hearing the name you know the affiliation.

Just like human surnames.

The Mejiro family, the Symbol family, the Sakura family—most are like that.

The so-called prestigious noble houses of the horse-girl world, in the homeland world of horse-racing spirits, are mostly ranches that once flourished.

But this Desert Hero Miss, visibly, belongs to the second category.

Pure wish.

May she become like a hero of the Hongying Nation, able to cleave the horizon's dawn on the racecourse.

But her schedule has not yet officially begun.

The hero is still a legend on the academy's selection tournament, but at this moment she has become a hero in Aomo's eyes because of this express delivery——

——"This mail is cross-district; the mail from Hongying District over there, for now we'll just register one copy for you."

am10:04, eight minutes ago, the seemingly cold and terse female colleague registered it for him like this, then added: "One copy is enough to satisfy the Great Emperor."

The implication was also to pretend to work and brush off the boss; this commission was most suitable.

Aomo naturally still lacked any full-body vigor, merely a beastman laborer's spirit of work, work; seeing her like that, his weary eyes couldn't help but rise a bit of resentment.

Seeing that Qierenina Dekesas, she seemed even purer a goddess than Baiyeer Turkey!

ringraziotanto!

"

Gratitude could only be expressed in specially adjusted Romanian words, which left Texas stunned; then looking at the document again, she felt somewhat insecure:

"In short, are you sure you're a horse-girl?"

She really wasn't very sure.

Although Penguin Logistics is based in Boundary Gate District, she has lived in this city and absorbed much, but this name hasn't yet reached the age where she can present herself to the world.

So her impression probably didn't come from official matches.

Perhaps it's some magazine surveying the younger generation of horse-girls…… Aomo guessed.

Suzi had similar treatment.

During the campus open day, she was simply interviewed by a reporter entering the school; although she didn't cause waves in the industry, her reputation at school became even more perilous, and in the short term, Central Tressen's 'Mad Scientist' title was unrivaled, to the point that many little girls would mention it on forums.

Then she was again included in Aomo's initial information-gathering scope.

Central's horse-girls are always highly valued; even before their official debut they have chances for early exposure and promotion, and if seized well, they can accumulate a certain fanbase before the race.

Of course, like Zhenjiling, those horse-girls who haven't even started their official careers already operate massive fanbases; such cases are rare even looking back five hundred years.

Mere extraordinary talent isn't enough to explain their achievements; clearly they also invested great effort, being wise people who found their proper niche.

By comparison, Desert Hero Miss, though she doesn't intend to cultivate her own image, does indeed have considerable popularity in certain small circles.

This circle is called the Clock Tower.

Just like the honor student's tea seat in spirit summoning studies, Desert Hero Miss was discovered three years ago by the transmigrator Morgan Le Fay to have an affinity for the holy sword, and this has been a well-known topic in the Clock Tower for a long time.

But this doesn't mean Aomo has to go to the Clock Tower to find someone.

Thanks to Texas, he's still fairly clear-headed and hasn't forgotten that he also has a 'reputation' at the Clock Tower.

Teleporting to the Clock Tower entrance is merely because the coordinates here are remembered most clearly, so he won't end up stuffed into a wall next to psychics and iron charioteers.

So, turn your head.

A qualified courier at this moment should dial the encrypted call in the document, although he could also directly send umaline to the other party.

He turned his head and saw before him a large round face.

Their gazes met; it was the other's timid retreat.

"Good morning, Miss Ge Lei." He greeted her, somewhat surprised.

Although his hearing was never poor, someone approaching from behind to scare him…… this wasn't the manner of that grey‑haired girl; it was more like what a certain little witch, namely Miss Dong Shang Bian Ge, would do.

So he lowered his gaze and saw Miss Ge Lei's wide cloak to one side, where a tea‑brown‑haired horse‑girl lass was crouching.

Their gazes met, and the latter became somewhat stiff and awkward.

Perhaps this could be considered a degree of wish fulfillment?

Without a doubt, this lass is sweeptosho/Dong Shang Bian Ge.

He hadn't expected that just thinking of a possibility would actually bring about that very possibility—Aomo fell silent for a moment, then his expression turned calm: "You too, Miss Witch, good morning."

"Are they doing squat warm‑ups at the main gate?"

The familiar three‑braids were woven into a ring, the two ponytails scattered to either side; only when she wasn't wearing that pointed hat did the girl's hairstyle become so clear.

Of course, the worse part was probably the fingers gripping the hem of Miss Ge Lei's cloak.

Those fingers bore a faint brown‑gray stain, yet the person was unaware of it.

Both were like that.

"Eh, early, good morning, of course! I was just about to do squats!"

Although his words sounded somewhat sarcastic, Dong Shang Bian Ge still seized the moment to get down, lifting herself up and no longer letting the wide skirt, deliberately imitating a witch's or wizard's garb, trail on the ground.

"Thinking of warming up, later I'll race a source‑energy run with the hero!"

"

Source‑energy run…… this term, in the horse‑girl circles, almost equals 'violent motorbike'.

As training for racing it's not very meaningful, but it can train source energy.

It's plenty entertaining, yet it also carries a certain danger.

In the central campus, it's generally not recommended; the old trainer hearing this term would frown, and one can guess that such a match was probably not proposed by the quiet hero.

The little witch's playful nature remained thus, leaving Aomo somewhat speechless.

Even that unconscious smile turned forced.

But scolding or lecturing here wouldn't really be appropriate; now he merely smiles and asks: "Then is Miss Desert Hero also at the Clock Tower?"

"Yeah, what business do you have with her? This cardboard box of yours, could it be…"

"Temporarily acting as a delivery familiar."

Smiling, he lifted the delivery box; Aomo's answer had a magician's flair, and this made Dong Shang Bian Ge's eyes light up as she sprang up directly.

"Not bad! Come on, I'll take you there!" she shouted, challenging a shoulder 1.8 meters tall with her height of under 1.4 meters.

With a horse‑girl's leaping power, doing this was obviously easy, but Aomo retreated half a step, and the silvery‑white magic claw appearing in mid‑air helped steady her balance.

"Although this uniform hasn't undergone any enchantment, spices and herbs are always unnecessary, you say? Miss Witch."

"Spices and herbs? The slightly irritable little witch, having missed her swing, only felt the words sounded familiar, and saw the silver claw beside her extend its index finger toward the tip of Miss Ge Lei's cloak."

Now not only her, but Ge Lei also lowered her gaze to the inside of her cloak, and saw that the grey cloak bore several brown spots.

"No matter how you put it……"

Thus the silver magic claw's index finger rose upward again.

Water vapor quickly condensed upon it, forming a water ball the size of a face plate.

"How about washing your hands?"