While Stelle and March 7th were corrupting the little kid, on the other side.
"...Mm, it surprisingly fits quite well."
In front of the floor mirror, Robin wore the clothes "borrowed" from Stelle, looking herself up and down in this brand-new outfit, and couldn't help but nod in satisfaction: This way, as long as she paired it with the perfume's effect, in others' eyes, she and Miss Stelle should be completely indistinguishable, right?
Although Stelle had indeed left quite a few deep impressions on Robin before, the latter's feelings for Sunday were already deeply rooted and couldn't be resolved in just a day or two.
So Robin decided to first secure Sunday, then get her hands on Miss Stelle. One guy, one girl—perfect for switching things up from time to time.
"Brother, Stelle..."
Robin looked at the two photos in her hand, the corners of her mouth curling into an arc as she murmured: "Neither of you two can escape."
...
"Firefly, y-you really plan to just kidnap Stelle?" Kafka looked at the clearly somewhat abnormal Firefly in front of her and said with great worry.
She was afraid Firefly wouldn't know her limits and accidentally break Stelle.
"...Otherwise?" Firefly glanced over sinisterly and murmured: "Why, why so fast? Clearly I was the one who came first..."
Kafka looked toward Blade, signaling him to persuade her a bit—after all, this idea came from his damn mouth.
Blade cleared his throat lightly and said: "Firefly, if you really want to carry it out, it definitely won't be easy."
"Swords have no eyes."
"There's no escape route after kidnapping."
"And the combat power of the Train crew might not be beatable."
Blade: "Listen to my advice, forget it. It's just a breakup; everyone goes through this. Let Kafka use Spirit Whisper to ease it for you. After some time, you won't feel it anymore."
Firefly: "Why do you think I'll mess it up?"
Blade: "This is called experience."
"Have you taken up 90% of the team on missions?"
"Have you fought the Train crew like I have?"
"Have I been stabbed to death multiple times—have you died?"
"Have I been adapted into a yaoi manga—have you?"
"I..."
Blade's barrage left Firefly speechless. She huffed coldly and turned to sulk on her own.
At that moment, Kafka suddenly spotted a blind spot and said: "Ah Blade, you just said 'everyone goes through this'? So that means you too..."
Blade: "...Hahahahaha! Of five people, three must pay a price, you, aren't..."
Kafka quickly used Spirit Whisper: "Ah Blade 'listen to me', calm down a bit!"
Ding dong—
It was also at this time that Firefly's phone received a message from Stelle: Firefly, are you okay now? I want to explain about what just happened. Come to the hotel to find me, okay?
The instant she saw this message, Firefly's spirits lifted immediately. "Ah Blade, Kafka, my chance has come. Stelle sent me a message. I'm going to make my move now! You guys follow—"
"Firefly, 'listen to me', calm down a bit, hey! Your death tribulation isn't over yet!"
Firefly: "Tell that to my mech! SAM armor, the power of justice in the world, combine!"
! (Transformation sound effect).
Boom—
The flame thrusters on the silver mech suddenly ignited, shooting straight into the sky—
Kafka quickly jumped up, grabbing SAM's ankle and ascending with Firefly.
Blade stood stunned in place, momentarily unable to keep up with the young people's pace.
Whoosh—
A purple spider thread suddenly shot from Kafka's hand, sticking to Blade's chest.
Blade: ??
And so, the three flew over the Golden Hour, returning to The Reverie hotel.
...
Coincidentally, at this very moment, Robin had already arrived downstairs at The Reverie hotel. She sent meeting requests to Sunday and Stelle separately, then sprayed on the perfume and waited confidently with full assurance.
As long as she performed well today, taking down two people in one day wasn't impossible.
Soon after, Sunday arrived first. Truth be told, because of that scene in yesterday's dream, he didn't want to accept Robin's meeting invitation, but she said she had also invited Miss Stelle, so Sunday came.
When he reached the hotel entrance and saw Robin in an instant, he froze.
Why was this guy wearing Miss Stelle's clothes? Wasn't this blasphemy?
Sunday put on a stern face and said: "Robin, why are you wearing Miss Stelle's clothes? Could the theft of Miss Stelle's clothes be your doing? You have absolutely no shame!"
"As your brother, I must punish you. I'll confiscate this set of Miss Stelle's clothes. Change out of them and give them to me right now."
However, at that moment, Sunday suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. For a split second, he felt dazed, and then he was shocked to see the Robin in front of him distort and turn into Stelle's appearance.
This was the effect of Ruan Mei's specially made perfume, which could interfere with others' perception.
Sunday rubbed his eyes, his originally stern face instantly thawing: "So it's Miss Stelle, ahahaha what a coincidence. Have you eaten? How about I treat you?"
Robin looked at the suddenly changed Sunday, her beautiful eyes narrowing dangerously. Then she reached out her small hand and pinched Sunday's nose.
Sunday (indifferent): "Hm? Robin, how is it you? Where's my Miss Stelle? She was just here? Did you hide her?"
Robin let go.
Sunday (sunny): "The fate between people is wonderfully inexplicable, just like between you and me. The wind is quite noisy; how about joining me for afternoon tea—"
Robin squeezed hard.
Sunday (disdainful): "Robin, no hide-and-seek here! Give me back my Miss Stelle!"
The continuous face changes directly made Robin laugh in anger. She let go again, arms crossed. Today, she really wanted to know why something she had worked hard on for years yielded no results, yet Stelle achieved it in just a few meetings!
Although she was indeed very cute, indeed very likable, indeed very charming, indeed very sunny, indeed just a tiny bit better than Sunday... but this still wasn't a reason for Sunday to fall instantly!
"Sunday."
"I'm here, beautiful Miss Stelle."
"Let me ask you, what do you like about me?"
After asking this, Robin thought Sunday would hesitate at least a little, or show some restraint, but she didn't expect him to answer firmly:
"Of course because you're gentle, cute, innocent, kind, pure, wise, beautiful, and a hundred billion times better than Robin." Sunday replied.
"'A hundred billion times better than Robin'..." Robin repeated, unconsciously grinding her silver teeth, her voice dangerously asking: "What about Robin dissatisfies you?"
Sunday: "Everything about her dissatisfies me."
"You..."
Whoosh—
Just as Robin wanted to press further, a burst of mad laughter suddenly came. Firefly, tied with a spider thread, descended from the sky, hugging the unprepared Robin, then using the thread's elasticity to bounce back up.
Sunday: ?