Seventh: Volume 8 [Parts 1 to 2] by Yomu Mishima

Author:Yomu Mishima
Language: eng
Format: epub

The cargo hold of Damian’s Dump Truck was loaded to the brim. It was so packed it was hard to even find any place to step, and proceeding through this jumble was Sophia. Her long, black hair and baggy robe would often catch on the assorted bits and bobs.

Squeezing herself through a corridor so narrow it crushed the chest even her robe couldn’t completely hide, she finally made it to Damian’s work area.

“P-Pardon me. I have a message from Lyle. We’re going to be setting course for Lorcan.”

Damian—who was facing his workbench—was a small man whose brown hair was so unruly one might think a bomb had just gone off in his face.

Lifting his goggles and turning to Sophia, he said, “Oh, that so. Who were you again?”

Damian—who never seemed to remember a name no matter how many times he was told—was a professor in the Academic City of Aramthurst, where he was considered a genius. However, a sharp mind did not an upstanding man make, and his terrible personality caused its share of issues.

Sophia didn’t know how many times she’d answered this same question already, but she answered nonetheless.

“I’m Sophia. What are you making this time?”

Evidently uninterested in Sophia, Damian returned his eyes to whatever it was he was working on.

“Can’t you tell by looking at it? It’s a prosthetic.”

Propped up on the work surface was a metal mechanism made in the shape of a human left hand.

Sophia nodded. “Oh, Clara’s new arm!”

Damian cocked his head.

After thinking for a moment, “Come to think of it, that was her name. Yes, that kid. I’m making an arm for her. Lyle requested it, after all.”

“You remember Lyle’s name, but you don’t remember any of us...” Sophia said with a sigh.

***

Sitting in Porter’s driver seat, Clara found herself a little confused as she received the new schedule from Novem.

“Lorcan? It’s a feasible rest stop, but is there any reason for us to take an extended stay?”

As Ceres had broken her prosthetic arm, Clara was now making do with just one hand. She had light blue hair and red eyes. Her bespectacled eyes stared at Novem.

She could tell just by looking at her—Novem hadn’t a shred of doubt in the decision Lyle had made.

“He heard something curious at the checkpoint, and I imagine he wants to look into it.”

Novem had lustrous tawny-brown hair tied up in a side ponytail. Her purple eyes were practically glistening.

Although Clara took on a supporting role in the party, she could handle magic to some degree. And from her point of view, Novem was extraordinary. An exceptional magician.

But more than anything, she was someone that even Ceres was wary of.

Owing to this little detail, Miranda was convinced that Novem was hiding something, and this caused something of a large trench to form between the two women.

After a pause, Clara replied, “Understood.”

Clara was of the same opinion.

One look at Novem was enough to tell she wholeheartedly served Lyle, but... She clearly had a secret she would never share with her comrades.

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