Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 157 - Eldlich Schreiber

Chapter 157 - Eldlich Schreiber

We finally arrived at the KAWAII Headquarters, the towering glass structure gleaming like a monument to elegance and eccentricity. The aroma of spicy tteokbokki still lingered from the white paper bag Myrrh and I carried, promising a warm treat after the long trip.

But the moment we stepped into the conference room, the sight before us made me freeze mid-step. Agent Feena sat with her legs crossed, exuding effortless grace as she sipped tea from a porcelain cup, her pink hair glinting under the chandelier's soft glow. Across from her sat someone completely unexpected—a petite girl with twin ponytails, her hair split into a striking two-tone of pastel pink and ocean blue, like cotton candy meeting the summer sky.

"Oh, your excellency!" Myrrh clapped her hands with unfiltered excitement, her emerald eyes sparkling. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Oh, the entitled brat is here," I muttered under my breath, dropping the tteokbokki bag onto the polished mahogany table with a dull thud. "Why the hell are you here?"

Before I could enjoy the satisfaction of that remark, a sharp pain shot through my foot. "Ow!" I yelped, nearly hopping in place as Myrrh's heel dug mercilessly into my toes.

"Hey! Be nice!" she hissed, her polite smile never faltering.

"Okay, okay!" I surrendered, biting back a groan.

"Haha." The Kaiserin's laugh was soft yet brimming with condescension, like a silver spoon clinking against fine china. She set her teacup down with aristocratic precision and smirked. "A lovely afternoon to you as well, Myrrh. Same to you... goon."

This fucking brat! One day, I swear, I'll slap her, hard enough to echo through her royal bloodline. I'll just have to start saving for bail first. But mark my words... one day, the Kaiserin will taste the holy wrath of my backhand!

"Please, have a seat," Agent Feena said, her gentle tone a stark contrast to the tension crackling in the air. She gestured to the vacant chair beside her with the poise of a seasoned diplomat.

Myrrh, cheerful as ever, slid into the seat next to the Kaiserin, their conversation blooming like flowers in spring. Meanwhile, I dragged myself to the chair on Myrrh's other side. No way was I sitting between that self-proclaimed empress and the pink-haired tea-sipping hag. If hell had a waiting room, that would be it. I'd rather stick close to Myrrh—the one sane soul in this circus of madness.

"Before we begin," Agent Feena's voice carried a rare softness, like porcelain threatening to crack, "I want to congratulate you two, not just for saving the world, but for preserving the very fabric of our reality." Her eyes flickered with something unspoken, something heavy. "However... since you lost your dear friends, I wasn't sure how to approach this meeting. Should we celebrate... or mourn?" She exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. "After all, they erased themselves from existence for our sake."

The room fell into a brief silence. The faint hum of the chandelier above seemed louder than before.

"What were their names again?" The Kaiserin asked suddenly, tilting her head with childlike curiosity, though her sharp eyes glimmered with an unsettling regal authority.

"Neil Orbeus... and Fei Xian," I said, each name rolling off my tongue like fragments of a broken melody.

The Kaiserin closed her eyes and gave a graceful bow, her lips curling into a serene smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "We shall hold a special memorial for those who have fallen. It is thanks to them that the War against Seraphoss ended without countless more lives lost."

Agent Feena rested her chin on her hand, her expression distant, as if searching through fog. "Those names... they sound strangely familiar," she murmured. "I'm certain I've crossed paths with them, even if only briefly." Her brows knitted as she leaned back, staring at nothing. "And yet, the memories aren't there. It's as if they were... overwritten." She gave a bitter smile. "The only proof I had was Myrrh's report, and honestly? Reading it felt like standing in a dream I couldn't wake up from."