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CA : 77 Save The World!
🕑 Added 2024-12-25 16:00:02 +0000 UTCIt's acceptable that Mumei has a D-cup. But seriously, 12 years old with a D-cup? You're telling me this is what 12 looks like? That kind of development is absurd. Even with modern people consuming too many hormones, it's rare to reach this size.
So when Altair saw Mumei, he couldn't help but complain out loud.
"What's wrong with being 12?!"
Suddenly questioned by Altair's outburst, Mumei was stunned for a moment. Who was this person? He just appeared inside the carriage, stared at her, and suddenly questioned her age, in such a strange tone. What did he mean by that?
"Who are you anyway, and why do you have such strange hair and clothes? Are you a foreigner?"
Yes, the real issue wasn't her age, but the sudden appearance of this man, with blond hair, no less... who exactly was he?
'Strange hair color? You're calling my hair color strange?'
Altair felt speechless looking at Mumei.
'Your leader, Amatori Biba, has pink hair, and you have the nerve to call mine strange?'
Altair had only been teasing Mumei about her age and didn't plan on talking more about it. So after she commented on his hair color, he stayed silent and just stared at her.
The young man holding the sword staff, despite being armed, didn't rush at Altair. He could see the massive blade on Altair's back... too big and heavy, easily weighing around a hundred pounds. Carrying such a massive weapon, wearing armor, and looking completely at ease? This guy was a master!
Since the young man didn't attack, Mumei didn't charge in either. The three of them remained in a deadlock.
Seeing the tension between the two, Altair wasn't in a hurry. He just stood there, quietly watching them, counting down in his head.
Three.
Two.
One!
As soon as he finished the countdown, Altair casually walked over to the pile of hay nearby and lay down on it.
"Huh?!"
Just as he lay down, Mumei's startled voice rang out. Her eyes widened, staring at the spot where Altair had been standing, but there was no trace of him.
"Shimon."
"Yes?"
The white-hooded young man responded nervously.
"What are we doing?"
"I don't know. I feel strange too. I don't even know why I drew my sword."
"Did a Kabane get in?"
"No, I don't think so. We did encounter Kabanes earlier, but none managed to climb aboard. I checked when I opened the door... there was nothing there."
"Then why are we like this?"
Mumei looked at her right hand, noticing that she had instinctively drawn a dagger hidden in her sleeve, clearly ready to fight. Why had she taken such a stance?
"I don't know. It feels like I saw something, but I can't remember what."
Shimon was puzzled. He didn't understand what had happened. Nothing seemed to have occurred, but his instinct from fighting Kabanes for so long told him something was off like some small detail had been overlooked.
"Something must have happened, but we missed it."
"Forget it. Close the door."
Mumei didn't want to dwell on it any longer. After all, she was only 12. Even though her physical strength had increased a lot due to her body's development, her reasoning skills were still lacking. Not able to figure it out, she made a decision similar to Hestia's, give up thinking.
"Yes."
Shimon quickly shut the carriage door to prevent any Kabanes from entering. Mumei, on the other hand, lay back down on the hay pile.
By chance, she ended up lying right next to Altair. She crossed her arms behind her head, lifted her right leg, and lazily propped it on her left knee, looking completely relaxed.
For Altair, who was lying right beside her, the situation felt different. He could easily see Mumei by turning his head. The two were lying just 10 centimeters apart.
So, Altair instinctively turned his head. What he saw first was Mumei's raised right leg. Her already smooth, slender leg looked even more plump because of the way it pressed against her left leg. Her knee was a healthy shade of pink, and the inside of her thigh had a soft blush as well. Truly, Mumei was a prime example of an anime girl, pale with a perfect hint of red.
Following her leg upward, there was… a pink kimono. Nothing too special, but the real highlight was at the neckline.
Ah, yes. This was the main event!
From outside the loose kimono, even though Mumei was only 12 years old, it seemed quite excessive. But Altair, being a man of exploration, needed to confirm the truth.
Using his height advantage, Altair subtly raised his head to peer down the neckline from directly above.
The loose kimono and Mumei's reclined position created enough space between her skin and the fabric, allowing Altair to catch a glimpse of the white, smooth top half of her breast. And in the middle of it, there was a scar.
Hmph, it's real!
Shaking his head in slight disappointment, Altair reclined back on the hay pile. He didn't continue his investigation. That was enough. Going any further would have made him echii and get him arrested.
As for Hestia? Well, that was different. First, Hestia was his wife. Second, even though Hestia had the appearance of a little girl, she was legal... her ID said she was over a billion years old. That's the value of being a goddess.
But with Mumei? Nope. Touching her would be a crime!
Altair lay on the hay pile, matching Mumei's lazy posture with his right leg propped on his left, looking just as laid-back as she was.
If nothing had changed, this train was likely the Koutetsujou, headed toward Aragane Station, where the male main character was based.
That's where the story would begin, and Altair planned to make his move from there.
The system had informed him of his mission in this world before he even entered.
[Save The World!]
In simple terms, saving the world meant getting rid of the Kabane virus.
Unlike the previous world, Highschool of the Dead, this world's technology was far less advanced, and the era was set much earlier. Altair knew saving this world would take a long time.
But Altair wasn't in a rush this time, nor did he have the same sense of urgency. So, he decided to take his time and enjoy the journey.
