Chapter 737: NO．106：Will regain its function

NO．106：Will regain its function.

"Is it okay? Aomo trainer."

……?

Shortly after seeing off the Sirius symbol with an uncertain expression, Aomo, who was discussing divine matters with a canine-eared woman with cherry-colored shoulder-length short hair, was approached by Rudy's sudden inquiry.

"Ah ah, that's definitely fine, Miss Rudy." She sternly thought that Rudy was the canine-eared woman feeling uneasy about the topic, and hastily spoke to explain for Aomo.

"Lord Lindun's divinity is very stable and deep, far gentler than my guardian deity!"

"Named Ying Humo, she was originally a human girl from ancient Jidong in another world, but the guardian deity before the village waterfall merged with her due to her wish and dedication, giving her those dog ears on her head."

So she emanates a lingering divinity in Aomo's eyes, while in her eyes……

Aomo is indeed a living god.

And moreover, at the level of a great god.

It makes her, who already has a warrior's tone, show even more reverence befitting a great person.

This undoubtedly makes Aomo feel very awkward, especially……

"……Do you feel familiar, Aomo trainer?" The president's face showed a hint of subtlety.

Thus the newcomer trainer's gaze also swayed up and down on the floor: "Not hard, not agree."

"Yuzhao Shizi, simultaneously familiar as Rudy's symbol and Aomo Lindun's horse girl, indeed has a highly recognizable voice."

"Whether the pitch is raised or lowered, it's equally obvious, and this Miss Ying Humo indeed has a nearly consistent voice."

At this moment, they were looking puzzled at the two people who seemed to have suddenly reached some consensus.

"Nothing much," Aomo calmly said, "just that Miss Humo's voice is remarkably similar to someone we know."

To him, this wasn't the first time seeing such a thing.

Occasionally, a red-haired girl with a voice highly similar to Bourbon appears at the diagonal opposite of the office.

Furthermore, the horse girl in charge has a voice highly consistent with the dark giant on the screen.

For such a phenomenon that might challenge voiceprint recognition, he also somewhat grasped a trick.

——That is, one of them must be a transmigrator.

"Perhaps there are three people in the world who look exactly like oneself——this saying lacks factual basis, but if we apply the concept of another world……"

"With an infinite number of genetic templates, it's not just that they look exactly alike; having identical voices wouldn't be surprising either."

"The theory of world isotopes is more widespread and common than the recently heard 'position theory'——although it's usually only spoken of in literary creation and by fortune-tellers."

"But this is just that the voice sounds similar; human ears are ultimately not as precise as a spectrograph——although Qianzhen once compared that thing with Suzi and Kaermila."

"As for that result……let's not mention it for the sake of face."

"Voice… speaking of which, I also feel that the voice call Lord Lindun just received sounds like something I've heard before," said Humo, who wasn't too concerned about the voice similarity, bringing up the voice message Aomo had casually broadcast earlier at the terminal.

"That's a voice message from Suzi, whose content is asking on behalf of Chazuo and Bourbon whether I'll come for dinner."

"In Aomo's view, this isn't a proxy ask for dinner; it's the sender's implicit expression of 'hurry up and make dinner.'"

"But we also can't ignore the reasonableness of the words themselves."

"Of course, the problem at hand is clearly not here."

"Maybe it's the screen." He answered Humo's words.

"After all, this is the Border Gate District; foreign lands have many public screen projections, and the surface also has several building screens broadcasting horse girl races——if there's no race, they replay, and the races that Suzi, Chazuo, and Bourbon each ran have once occupied several days of looping playback."

"Even newcomers often thus first build an impression of certain horse girls."

"No way, it feels like back home……" Humo still pondered.

"For some highly recognizable voices, if you can't recall, don't bother thinking," Aomo, who almost intentionally covered the topic, not wanting to hear Suzi still sounding like someone from another world, merely turned his head, his gaze also sweeping onto the president's shoes, "Then again, President, is there anything urgent to handle?"

"Ah, none." Rudy shook her head, glanced sideways at the distant Sirius glaring this way; the only subtlety was that she was glaring at herself.

"Just regarding Sirius……" she wanted to say but stopped.

"That's naturally fine," Aomo said, glancing at Miss Humo's 'sensible' wooden clogs departing, then looking out the window at the still drizzling rain, "Starlight won't gather dust, moonlight won't shift; in my humble opinion, this is an excellent result."

——

"Hey, Xiaomei."

"What's up, Humo?"

Leaving Aomo's side, Humo immediately stood up and called out to Guiye Xiaomei, who was communicating not far away with Wulu and an insectoid female entity.

"How are these people doing?" She raised her head, gesturing toward distant Aomo Lindun and Rudy's symbol, as well as the other side where someone was playing with their phone, the Sirius symbol.

"I just feel the atmosphere is weird."

"You can't see it?" Wulu floating beside her gave her a stare, accustomed to pretending to be a doll; even though they're no longer playing dead, they still interact somewhat oddly, "Also, your sense of distance back then wasn't that strong either."

"?"

"Think about you and the Dragon God Asahi."

"Eh eh eh?!" The canine girl's eyes instantly showed disbelief, also flashing a blush.

"That… isn't it just Xiaomei, Huizi, and Erlang……"

"Not that serious, in my view they're still just sparks," Likewise looking at the two horse girls and the newcomer trainer Xiaomei, she smiled helplessly, "But going back and forth like this……"

"Indeed, just looking at the scene, it's really familiar to the point of annoyance."

——

"Starlight won't gather dust, moonlight won't shift…?" Rudy murmured Aomo's earlier words, then gazed at the stern icy iron face, couldn't help but chuckle, "That's well said, but I momentarily can't tell what."

"Can't tell what?"

Aomo turned his head back from the window, unusually raising it.

Gazing at this huge yet somewhat aged building in detail, I then heard the other party ask:

"Who does the 'moon shadow' referred to by Aomo trainer indicate?"

"I thought the emperor wouldn't have this kind of trouble." Aomo was somewhat surprised at this moment.

The emperor ought to compare himself to the sun, even surpassing the sun and moon, right? But now… before she could even find another chance, she had already uttered such a "humble" question.

Moreover, she said: "There will still be, Aomo trainer, you're thinking of me too perfectly."

"The emperor is ultimately just a title, like Qianming and Wanshan—when they interact with me, they don't call me that either."

No matter how fiercely one pretends to be a blazing sun, before close friends they will still retain that glow, and thus in the mouths of these people, the Ludaofu Xiangzheng all share the same nickname.

A nickname that began at an unknown time, which she could not accept herself, and also started at an unknown time, became essentially meaningless.

Luna/Luna

Qianming had mentioned this nickname in her online communications with Aomo, and the Speed Symbol even mentioned it to Aomo in person.

Luna originally meant "moon" in the ancient language of the Ita region, and when the L is capitalized, it refers to the moon goddess in Ita mythology; now it is widely used as a personal name, and it is also the nickname of the Ludaofu Xiangzheng, inherited from her mother.

And even earlier, it can be traced back to a distortion within the family itself.

"The symbol's household environment cannot produce a sun."

But that doesn't mean the moon would be lacking in any way.

So Aomo merely nodded: "In that case, it's indeed hard to tell apart, but there's actually no need to tell apart."

Ludaofu pressed his lips, smiled, and said: "This remark reminds me of that Tanabata simulation, the world with two moons."

"Indeed it is." The demon's iron mask turned its gaze, looking toward the location of the ceiling.

Sturdy building materials won't be smoked by scorching gazes, but the tiny spiderwebs within will dissolve, revealing the mottled traces beneath.

"It naturally reflects starlight, and due to the mapping of starlight, celestial bodies appear in different forms to human eyes; how they are regarded doesn't matter—one only needs to keep themselves unchanged, don't you think? Miss Ludaofu."

"Even if things are not as they were?" Ludaofu lightly raised his hand, his finger brushing over the wall scarred with sporadic rust and more dust.

Just like the bodies of retired horse girls, they actually more or less retain some wear-and-tear hidden injuries; even if compensated by superb medical technology, they still feel tremendously uncomfortable when running.

Just like a rusted body, phantom pains of injury and illness often lurk.

"As a spirit, as an image, on the contrary it remains ever-fresh, just like the protagonist of that certain story from Miss Kiyono's hometown."

"Indeed so."

She smiled and withdrew her hand.

"Then let it resume its function, Mr. Aomo."

"That is the duty."