In the end, Skott still ran away. This was because he discovered that the first thing the Luofu Cloud Knights did upon arriving at the scene was to shout "Lord Cauldron Master" toward Lingsha.
As he ran off, he was still loudly yelling things like "The sky over Luofu has darkened" and the like.
...
The four of them returned to the Skysplitter. They had just rounded a corner when Stelle suddenly came to a halt underfoot, her expression embarrassed.
Ahead of her, March 7th was leaning against the doorframe and squatting on the ground all by herself. It was as if a pale ambient light was shining down on her, making her look particularly pitiful.
Bad!
Stelle's heart thumped. She inwardly cried out that things were bad. She had almost forgotten about this. Today, they had gone on a spur-of-the-moment trip now that Clara was here, but they had completely forgotten to say hello to March 7th!
Oh no, oh no. Looking at her like this now, she probably wasn't angry, was she? What to do? Kneel right here on the spot?
"Stelle..."
At that moment, March 7th suddenly let out a heavy sigh. Her voice sounded extremely aggrieved as she said: "I waited for you in the compartment for so long, but in the end, you didn't even say hello and just went out to play with the other big sisters and little sisters... Do you really hate me that much?"
Stelle: "Ah?!"
Wait, what was up with this tone? And what was up with this expression? This was really the "weapon" that could defeat her!
Right in front of the crowd, March 7th threw herself straight into Stelle's arms and cried: "Stelle, you've changed! How could you just abandon me like that? You clearly said before that we were the best of partners!"
"Have you already lost interest in me? Onegai, please team up with me for life. Is that okay?"
A certain matcha little cake passing by nearby: "Tsk tsk tsk. Young people these days are just so quick to fall for the new and tire of the old. Bad review."
A certain retired general passing by nearby: "Sigh. Women who can change faces on a dime are just terrifying. Back when I was young, I went through this exact thing, step by step."
A certain pink-haired human-cooking chef passing by nearby: "Should it be hotpot or lamb hotpot tonight?"
Stelle looked toward these three melon-eaters and hurriedly explained: "Hey! Don't just spout nonsense like that! It's not like what you're imagining at all!"
"I haven't done a single thing to wrong March!"
"I... no, there isn't even a single male here! What the hell are you all talking about?!"
The melon-eating trio: "See? Just a couple of words, and she panics. As expected, lies can't hurt people—the truth is the sharp blade. Let's go, let's go."
Stelle: "..."
Looking at the departing backs of the melon-eating trio, Stelle's heart sank. She vaguely felt a very ominous premonition.
This feeling didn't just stem from the rumors that were about to spread far and wide. It came even more from March 7th's performance today.
Normally speaking, shouldn't March be sulking all by herself with a straight face? She had already figured out how she was going to kneel and coax her for three days straight. But today, why had she suddenly started going straight for the kill?
This wasn't even the Amphoreus version yet, was it? Blackening couldn't come a whole major version early, right?
March 7th buried her little face into Stelle's chest and rubbed and rubbed. "Is it that there's something I did wrong? Or is there somewhere that made you feel bored with me? I can change it all!"
"Starting from now, no matter what style you want me to play, it's fine! Teacher, office OL, Xianzhou little junior sister, gentle nurse, widow..."
Stelle hurriedly covered her mouth: "Stop stop stop! If you keep going, this chapter's gonna get banned. Where the hell did you learn words like these?"
March 7th looked at Stelle with teary eyes: "I heard them all when you were talking in your sleep before."
Stelle: "...Ah? Th-this, March, don't just slander an innocent person out of nowhere! If this keeps up, it's not gonna be explainable anymore! So many people are watching, hey!"
Unfortunately, even though Stelle had already done her utmost to try and salvage some dignity, these words were still inevitably overheard by the next batch of melon-eaters, who then applied their own reading comprehension to them.
A certain genius swordsman from the Luofu covert ops team passing by: "Hmph. This young lady is quite the deviant, huh? Liking every style there is. Unlike me—I only like my little Guizi."
A certain human-machine judge from the Luofu covert ops team passing by: "Hmph. This. Young. La. Dy. Is. Real. Ly. Flir. Ta. Tious. Liking. All. Kinds. Of. Styles. Un. Like. Me. I. On. Ly. Like. My. Sis. Ter."
The little sister from the Luofu covert ops team passing by: "..."
"Hey! Don't just talk nonsense like that! I'm gonna sue you all for defamation!" Stelle explained with a flushed face: "N-no, how can things with a nameless guest be called deviant or flirtatious? Isn't that... isn't that a kind of Trailblaze into the realm of beauties?"
"An-and besides, everything I think about in my dreams is March! It's just that in the dreams, the uniforms... the clothes March is wearing are different, okay!"
The melon-eating trio: "Hmph. Just a couple of words, and she panics. As expected, lies won't hurt people—the truth is the sharp blade. Slipping away, slipping away. (...Hmph. This young lady really is flirtatious, huh? Liking every style there is. Unlike me—I only like my big sister.)"
March 7th simply hung onto Stelle like a koala and cried in a sniveling tone: "Stelle, as long as you team up with me for life, I'll do anything. I guarantee my whole mind will be full of you. Promise me, okay? Wuwuwu~"
"I can't be without you. Take me with you, Stelle! Wuwuwu~"
In order to keep March 7th from falling, Stelle had no choice but to support her butt and thighs as she said: "You're the one whose whole mind is full of yourself. Heh, I promise you then..."
A certain Herta puppet (Screwllum) passing by nearby: "So black. (Just like Herta.)"
A certain Aeon passing by nearby: "Aha, toughen up, sister! For a heartless woman like this, you should just ruthlessly pin her down beneath you and—!"
A certain garden owner passing by nearby: "Waibibabu? (Where's the corn roll?)"
Stelle finally couldn't tolerate it anymore and spat: "Hey! Can't you melon-eaters just finish eating your melons all at once? Don't come in waves like this! That Aeon with the mask running over is one thing, but you—the one with the iron pot on your head—did you walk into the wrong set?"
The melon-eating trio: "Lies aren't true knives / Hahahahaha... / Waibibabu?" (Each one saying their own thing.)
Gazing at the backs of this batch of melon-eating trio, a drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down the back of Stelle's head.
"Waaah— Stelle, did you really promise? Don't lie to me. I really, really will do anything!"
March 7th was still going strong: "You can bully me however you want from now on! You can look at anything! You can make me call you whatever you want... Mmph mmph mmph!"
Stelle covered March 7th's mouth with one hand. She felt that if they didn't leave this place soon, tomorrow she was going to get strung up on the Interastral Peace Network and get absolutely eviscerated.
"Clara, Bailu, and Miss Lingsha, I have something to take care of today. Next time we're free, let's have a meal together again." Stelle tucked March 7th under her armpit, awkwardly bidding farewell to the three one after another. Then, with a gust of wind under her feet, she bolted away in a puff of smoke.
From behind, her figure looked utterly disheveled.