Crest of the Stars, Volume 2 by Hiroyuki Morioka

Author:Hiroyuki Morioka [MORIOKA, HIROYUKI]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2019-08-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8: Gorocoth Lamhirr (Lafier’s Transformation)

Clasbule’s long night was finally receding into the dawn.

Wow, Jinto mused as he approached the cave, how long’s it been since I’ve had somebody to wait for me at home?

Was she being good and waiting there for him? He’d only been gone for around three hours, after all. Plus, the enemy seemed busy laying their hands on people who’d made the dire mistake of choosing to dye their hair blue, so she was probably fine... Or so he was telling himself to tamp down his anxiety.

“Lafier, I’m back!” He didn’t want a gun aimed at him again.

There was no change to the entrance of the cave. No traces of blood adorned the trap, so he knew no animals taller than knee-height in stature had trespassed. Jinto carefully rewound the carbon crystal fiber onto the spindle.

“Lafier!” No response.

His anxiety creeping back, Jinto took the compuwatch out of his pocket, equipped it, switched on its flashlight, and went to the cave’s far end.

There she was, breathing lightly as she dozed. Her face’s profile looked so much like a young child’s it was frankly astounding.

Jinto sighed with relief.

“Lafier, wake up.” He shook her shoulders. The royal princess’s eyes reeled open, and suddenly she drove Jinto back and reached for her phaser!

“It’s me! It’s me!” Jinto stroked his backside.

“Oh. So it is.” Lafier relaxed. “You scared me.”

“And that’s my fault how?” said Jinto. “I called for you a million times, and you weren’t waking up. Honestly, I doubt the trap would’ve alerted you anyway at this rate.”

“Shut up, Jinto,” she said, shutting him down. She narrowed her eyes. “What are those tacky clothes supposed to be?”

“Oh, this old thing?” Jinto looked down at the jumpsuit he’d donned. How many colors were plastered over it? The three primaries went without saying, and joining them in the madness were indigo, pea green, pink, reddish brown, tan... there were roughly 20 shades in all.

The clerk at the boutique had assured him the color scheme looked dapper on him.

“I think you’re gonna have to get used to colorful.”

“I refuse,” she stated bluntly.

“Okay, you don’t have to get used to it, but I do need you to tough it out,” Jinto compromised.

“Forbearance is necessary in life,” she agreed reluctantly.

Jinto sat down, opened the duffle bag he’s acquired in town, and took out a can.

“What’s that?” asked Lafier, peering.

“Hair dye.”

“Hair dye?”

“Yep. Gotta do something about your blue hair, don’t you think?” Jinto read the label. “Oh, good. It says just spill it on your hair.”

“You mean to dye my hair!?” she said, eyes widening.

“Uh, duh. Did you think I felt the urge to dye MY hair? I bought some for you in black. Thought you’d probably like black the most.”

“I refuse!” Lafier covered her hair with her arms and shrank back.

“C’mon...” Jinto was not expecting this. “So you don’t like black, then? Maybe I should’ve picked red or yellow.”

“I don’t dislike black; I like my hair the color it is. It’s an exquisite shade, not too dark, not too ligt.

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