Chapter 28: Disordered Memory (Part 2)
When she saw the two people meet, Durandal immediately covered her head as if she was in pain.
Afterward, her nominal brother-in-law helped her other sister to rest on the bench...
The two of them seemed to say something, and then the maid named Rita came over in a hurry...
Limited by the fact that she is just an ordinary person in her current body, she has no way of hearing clearly what the other party is saying.
But even if she couldn't hear clearly, Sirin, who knew those people very well, could roughly guess what they were talking about.
Sirin propped her chin with one hand, expressionless: "Oh? Is Durandal the first one to react?"
"It seems that the connection between the two worlds is closer than I thought."
Then, the former Herrscher of the Void, who now appears as a little girl, looked at the door behind her with a smirk.
"My dear 'Second Sister', what kind of scene would happen if those guys woke up and knew about your 'escape'?" Sirin smiled like a small villain at this moment.
"I've already said it before, I want to see rivers of blood."
...
Durandal Suddenly woke up from her sleep, her golden hair a little messy with a few white strands at the end.
her fair forehead was now covered with sweat.
"What's going on today?" Durandal looked at the quiet moonlight outside the window shining on the tall buildings.
At this moment, the lights on the somewhat dilapidated high-rise buildings outside were only sparse, which seemed a little inconsistent with the prosperity of a first-tier city.
But there is no way. After all, although the work of rebuilding the earth is progressing rapidly, one year is just a small beginning considering the original huge scale.
Creation and maintenance are much more difficult than destruction...
Durandal just lay straight back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes: "I actually dreamed about the captain today? It was great... I had a long chat with the captain, even though it was in a dream."
She stretched out a hand and slowly covered the light on the ceiling as if she was trying to grab something through the light.
"Captain? Where are you? We all miss you so much..."
Feeling a little thirsty, Durandal stood up again and prepared to find something to drink.
She just opened the door and found that the light in the living room was on.
A pretty figure with short hair and wearing pajamas was curled up on the sofa in the living room.
That person was none other than her vice-captain, the always perfect and elegant maid, Rita.
At this moment, Rita's upper body was wearing lavender pajamas, and her lower body was only wearing a pair of loose shorts, revealing her pair of slender, white, and perfect legs.
"It's so late, aren't you asleep yet, Rita?" Durandal took a glass of water and also sat down on the sofa.
"I had a very strange dream. I dreamed of that person and then I couldn't fall asleep." Although one eye was covered by bangs, the exposed eye was full of nostalgia.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously revealed a gentle and heart-warming smile, and she placed her chin on her knees. The smile soon turned into a hint of sadness.
Durandal was slightly stunned. Knowing this perfect maid in front of her very well, she knew that Rita's expression was most likely because she was missing two people.
One of them is her, and the other is the one who saved the world
to Let all the Valkyries of the Hyperion find a place to rest and recuperate in this gentle harbor.
The captain and deck cleaner of the Hyperion...
Durandal looked down at her water cup and saw a face with a similar expression to Rita's at the moment reflected in it: "Really? That's really a coincidence. I also had a dream tonight."
"I also dreamed of someone..." She drank all the water in the cup in her hand in one breath. "It's a pity that I didn't say more to him in my dream."
"Meow--Woo!" A little Siamese cat's head also popped out from under the table in the living room.
"Stan? You didn't sleep tonight either?" Rita said in surprise. "You're such a lazy guy. Sometimes you want to sleep 25 hours a day."
The perfect maid covered her mouth and smiled softly: "It seems that there are really many people suffering from insomnia today."
"Yeah, it's really a lot..." Durandal also sighed, then stretched out her slightly muscular arms and gently hugged Rita's shoulders.
And Rita also leaned on Durandal.
Stan, who has intelligence that is not inferior to that of humans and is even smarter than some people, tilted his little cat head slightly.
Then he jumped between the two women and curled up between four legs, two slightly different but equally perfect ones.
The two women and the cat closed their eyes and listened to the ticking sound coming from the hole in the wall.
Rita and Durandal, both of them tacitly did not ask each other what they dreamed about.
But as a woman, her sixth sense also allowed her to guess who the person the other was dreaming about.
"Rita's body is so soft." Faced with the defenseless state of such a perfect and elegant maid, even Durandal, who is also a woman, felt a little distracted at the moment.
"Maybe this can be considered a kind of luck?" Durandal smiled bitterly in her heart. "If I really compete with Rita, I don't have the confidence that I can compare with Rita in terms of feminine charm..."
Although she was reluctant to admit it, compared to a muscular freak like herself, she was not good at anything in front of women except fighting.
She is much better than her in cooking, housework, and interpersonal communication... Compared to her, she is simply a walking hormone. she believes no man can resist such a Rita.
But what Durandal didn't know was that Rita, who was being half-comforted and half-used as a pillow by her, also had a lot of complicated thoughts in her mind at this moment.
"your so dazzling, perfect Lady Durandal!" Rita wholeheartedly enjoyed the sense of security and comfort brought by Durandal's embrace...
"Do you know how charming you are?" She sighed helplessly in her heart. "If it's possible, I really miss you, and the captain and I will be together..."
"But I know you are a traditional person... I also hope you are happy." Rita snuggled deeper into Durandal's arms. "It's a pity that everything is too late now. If I had been more frank and told you what I was thinking earlier, would the scene in the living room tonight be different?"
Stan felt a little uncomfortable being sandwiched between two people. He felt that his space to move was getting smaller and smaller, and the two people were squeezing him tighter and tighter.
In the end, he could only helplessly praise his cat face, shook his ears, and ran back to his cat bed...
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