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Chántel slowly opened her eyes. She looked at her already covered-up injuries and groaned loudly. She tried to stand but a pool of pain dragged her down, causing her to crash on the ground.
"Crap," she groaned loudly as she tried to pick herself up.
The door to the sickbay opened and Uyi stepped in. He looked around the room to see Chántel helplessly looking up from the ground. He curbed down to her level and shook his head pitifully. "You look miserable."
"I know that. But can you help me up?" Uyi grabbed her extended hand and pulled her up to her feet.
Once up, the red-haired lady unhand herself from her work partner and began walking towards the exit. "Prepare our ship, w-we are leaving for the palace." She staggered but quickly regained her balance by holding a table.
"You can barely stand straight, how would you fly the ship?" Uyi queried. He had a concerned look on his face as he looked at Chántel.
"I'm not flying the ship, August is," she revealed. "Now send a message to the Queen. Inform her of our victory and ask her to send a batch of soldiers to secure this place, in case of any insurgency."
Uyi placed his hand over his forehead and sighed. "Sure thing. After all, you are the boss." He stepped forward and held the door open for her.
The red-eyed lady looked at Uyi and smiled. "Thank you," she said before stepping out of the room.
Immediately she stepped out of the sick bay, she found herself face to face with the green-haired man, August.
"Oh, hey Chántel," he smiled. "I was just coming to check on your condition. You've been out for seven hours."
"And I was also looking for you," she revealed.
Uyi nodded and walked away from the duo, leaving them to their conversation. "Is everything okay?" The green-haired man asked.
"Let's find a place to sit. I am barely holding myself up right now."
"Sure. Lemme help you." Chántel placed her hand over August's shoulder as he led her through the hallway and into the room they were in the first time they were in the West.
Chántel sat on an empty chair and the light green-eyed man sat on the empty chair next to her. The red-eyed woman gripped her belly and exhaled loudly before looking up at August.
"How… how are you feeling?" He questioned.
The side of the red-haired woman's lips hinted at a smile but stayed in its neutral state. "I've been better physically… and mentally."
August's eyes narrowed. He didn't know how to react to the ONLINE squad leader's words. He had been at her side for more than two years and on no occasion has she looked or spoken to him the way she did at the moment. "Is something wrong?" The light green-eyed man probed.
"I'm going to go straight to the point," she started. "How long have you known about Helga's past?"
"What are… what are you talking about?" The room was cold. August could feel his hot breath smashing his upper lips. He Knew what the red-haired lady was asking about, but for some reason, maybe to prolong what might come next, he said what he said.
"Helga. Have you always known that Helga was from the White Ryan clan?" She asked again.
August shifted his eyes to the withered queen of the night flower on the table in front of him and remained quiet. He felt a cold chill rush up his spine as she threw the words at him. The green-haired man said no word but Chántel already got her answer.
"Why didn't you tell me? You fucked up, August."
"I thought it would be better if neither side knew nothing about the other," he stated. "I stumbled upon Helga a day after she joined with the crest of the White Ryan. That day she told me all about her hatred for the Royal family of Tzeria, and so I immediately told her to get rid of it because the White Ryan has other enemies apart from the royal family." The green-haired man paused and placed his hand on Chántel's. "I did it to protect you and the group…"
Chántel pulled her hand away from his touch. "And how did that turn out?" She probed. "All these could have been avoided."
August clenched his fist and his brows glued to each other. "How?" He replied. "What could you have said that would change whatever happened seven hours ago?"
"I guess we'll never know now that she's gone huh," the red-haired woman said. "I know you care about this group and me, but some things are better said out."
She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed before getting up on her feet. "We are flying back to the palace," she added before walking out of the room, leaving the light green-eyed man to his thoughts.
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Their spaceship landed in the port of the royal palace. The ONLINE squad members stepped out of their ship along with Prince Asier.
The Queen of Tzeria was already there awaiting their arrival. Asier extended his hands as he approached Elizabeth. "My Queen," he started. "So nice to meet you again after all these years. I've missed you so much."
"Asier you bastard!" The yellow-haired lady grabbed Asier by the collar and pulled him close. The dark-haired man puts his hand up in surrender.
"Oh, this is not the type of welcome I was expecting after all these years, sis."
"After disrupting my reign as Queen, you were expecting some sugary welcome?"
"Daria, believe it or not, I had nothing to do with all the attacks on your possession, especially the attack on the moon," he revealed. "My general took actions into his hands, all I did was claim to be King, which was my right by the way, and I'm letting you have it now. I believe I much deserve a sugary welcome." He smiled.
The yellow-haired girl held his stare for a few moments before pushing him away. "Take him away. Lock him in a room, I'll decide what to do with him later."
"Relax, I'll walk myself, you don't need to drag me, okay? And Elizabeth, we need to talk about the conditions for me giving up my throne, number one is making the Spacion battle a thing in Tzeria. The West has already begun to get into the extreme version and…" the soldiers pulled him away before he could complete his words.
Elizabeth sighed and turned to Chántel who was supported by Uyi. She rushed up to the redhead and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm glad you are okay, Channy."
"Not entirely," she replied.
"What happened?" Elizabeth queried, pulling back from her sister's grip.
Chántel gripped her belly and exhaled before looking up at her sister. "What do you think happened if not Asier and his stupid ploy?"
"He had me fight this stupid game he was obsessed with from Heav, but of course, I came out victorious," Chántel stated.
"Is that what he was talking about?"
Chántel nodded.
"Thank you, sis..." Before the Queen could complete her words, a guard rushed up to her, breathing heavily. "Your Majesty!" He yelled.
Queen Elizabeth V turned her attention to the guard. "A ship from the united force led by General Venture just returned, your Majesty."
"One ship?"
"Yes, the crew on the ship revealed that they were utterly annihilated by the Weirs. They only barely managed to escape, your Majesty."
"What is it?" Chántel queried.
The Queen turned to face the red-haired lady with a disturbed expression. "The force we sent to attack Winter Weir was annihilated. The Weirs are becoming an even bigger problem than Earth."
"Winter Weir, huh? I've been there a few times with Dad. And I know their source of strength; Department H," the redhead stated. "I could think up a way to counter the Weirs."
"No, I wouldn't want you to get injured anymore."
"Oh please, I've seen a lot of injuries worse than this," she replied. "You could also ask Asier to put his brain into something useful."
"Fine. I guess we should prepare for another fight."
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