Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies Chapter 237 - 234: Picking Up a Violet Evergarden

After finishing their al, Haruno hurriedly dragged Shizuka away.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Haruno had barely eaten anything during the entire al.

Her mouth had been stuffed full of dog food instead.

Shizuka reluctantly waved goodbye to Haruto.

Haruto returned the gesture and secretly made a hand sign indicating that they would et again soon.

Once the two won had left, Haruto noticed that Beatrice seed sowhat upset.

"Haruto, isn't your luck with won a little too good?"

Beatrice complained with dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Haruto scratched his cheek awkwardly and chuckled.

"Betty, those won are different from you. You're a contracted spirit, you're one of a kind."

Upon hearing this, Beatrice's sour mood imdiately brightened.

That's right—she was a contracted spirit, a unique existence.

Seeing her expression shift from gloom to satisfaction, Haruto knew that his words had struck the right chord.

As expected, all tsunderes were the sa.

Taking Betty's hand, the two of them prepared to return to their apartnt.

However, as they passed by the end of a street, they ca to a sudden stop near the entrance of a small alley.

Shifting their gaze, they looked toward the alleyway.

Soone was curled up in the darkness, sitting on the ground with her head buried between her knees.

Noticing the presence of others nearby, the person cautiously lifted her head, her fingers instinctively reaching for a long, strap-secured bag at her side.

The mont their eyes t, even soone like Betty—a grand spirit—was montarily stunned.

Logically speaking, spirits were creations of nature, the most flawless beings in existence.

Yet, Beatrice was astonished by the sheer beauty and presence of the girl before her.

Because she was simply too perfect.

The girl stood up, her golden hair cascading down like scattered rays of light.

Her smooth, neatly tied-up hair was adorned with a deep red ribbon, and she wore a pure white dress with ribbon embellishnts. The silk hem of her dress swayed rhythmically with her movents, and a gleaming erald brooch was fastened at her chest.

On her feet were cocoa-brown knee-high leather boots, their color darkened from long-term wear.

This ensemble made her look like a noble lady straight out of an illustrated storybook—no, even an artist would struggle to capture her perfection.

As the girl took two steps forward, an autumn breeze suddenly swept through.

Red, yellow, and brown leaves twirled and danced around her like a waltzing spectacle.

Withered red leaves fell like a curtain, montarily disrupting the view.

The girl clutched the brooch at her chest tightly.

She murmured sothing under her breath, her voice softer than the rustling leaves—lting into the air without a trace.

Haruto had always thought that the so-called perfect heroines in certain Mary Sue novels were exaggerated to the point of being unrealistic.

But now, he realized that such a girl truly existed—beyond the limits of imagination.

She exuded an ethereal beauty and silence, much like a delicate porcelain doll. Her sapphire-blue eyes, veiled by golden lashes, shimred like deep-sea radiance. Her pale, porcelain skin was tinged with a soft pink hue on her cheeks, and her lips were painted a striking, tempting red.

A flawless girl, pure and radiant like a full moon.

"Excuse , do you know of the Kingdom of Leidenschaftlich?"

The girl spoke, uttering a place na Haruto had never heard before.

Haruto shook his head.

Seeing his response, the girl lowered her gaze, looking sowhat lost.

Haruto thought for a mont, then casually retrieved a world map from his divine space.

"I have a map here. Perhaps looking at it might help you."

He spread the map out before the girl.

She imdiately turned her attention to it.

Before long, she pointed toward a location corresponding Continent. Evidently, that region was where the kingdom she spoke of should be.

Then, she pointed to another location.

"I need to go here. My orders were to travel to this place and participate in a battle."

Haruto followed her finger and looked at the map.

At that mont, he more or less understood her situation. She had likely accidentally crossed over into this world.

And in her original world—a parallel version of Earth—the battle she spoke of...

Was most likely a war that took place in Europe during World War I.

"I believe... the war has already ended."

Haruto said softly.

Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes filled with imnse confusion and helplessness. She lowered her head in a daze.

The war had ended.

So where was she supposed to go? What was she supposed to do?

Her deanor was like that of a finely crafted doll whose strings had been cut.

Beatrice tugged at Haruto's sleeve.

With her keen perception, Beatrice could sense the emptiness within the girl's heart.

She was too kind to simply ignore soone like this.

Haruto, feeling the pull on his sleeve, understood Betty's thoughts imdiately. Moreover, it wouldn't be right to leave a traveler from another world unattended.

So, he turned to the girl and said,

"If you have nowhere else to go, you can stay with for now."

The girl lifted her head, her eyes pure yet filled with uncertainty.

She looked incredibly easy to deceive.

Seeing no objection from her, Haruto gestured for her to follow.

"Co on, it's already late. Let's head back first. You probably haven't eaten yet either, right?"

With that, Haruto started walking toward the apartnt.

The girl quickly followed, her steps precise and asured—evidence of rigorous training.

Yet, no matter how he looked at her, she didn't seem like a soldier at all.

"Oh, right. What's your na?"

Haruto asked casually.

"Reporting. My na is Violet Evergarden."

Violet responded, her way of speaking sowhat odd.

And just like that, Haruto had sohow brought ho yet another doll-like perfect girl.

Along the way, he asked her a few more questions.

From their conversation, he learned about Violet's background.

She was an orphan of war, discovered by a high-ranking officer from the Country's military.

Recognizing her exceptional talent in combat, the Country had trained her into a living weapon.

Her story was surprisingly simple, so simple that it was hard to believe it was soone's real life.

As a child, she had struggled to survive in the midst of war. Then, she was molded into a war machine, knowing nothing but training and battle.

That was all.

So when she heard that the war had ended, she fell into deep confusion.

Because outside of fighting on the battlefield, she had nothing else.

Just as Beatrice had sensed—her soul was hollow, as if she were rely a weapon given human form.

(In this story's setting, there is no Major Gilbert. Instead, Violet was discovered as a child by Colonel Dietfried and raised as a special soldier.)

(Violet's ti of transmigration is shortly before the battle where she lost her hands, so she has not yet been fitted with chanical prosthetics.)

Not long after, the three of them arrived at the apartnt.

Haruto opened the door and stepped into the entryway.

It wasn't until he had finished changing his shoes that he noticed Violet was still standing outside the doorway.

She seed to be waiting for Haruto's command, as if she couldn't enter the apartnt without his permission.

Haruto didn't say anything. He simply stepped out, placed his hand on Violet's back, and gently pushed her inside.

Violet seed a little lost as she stood still inside the apartnt.

Clearly, Haruto's actions contradicted the training she had received in the past.

No superior officer would ever push her into a room so gently.

Normally, she would receive a strict order instead.

"You don't need to wait for commands for everything. Everyone here is equal, including you. Just do what you want to do or what you think you should do. Alright, here are so indoor shoes for you. If you keep standing there like that, I'll personally put them on for you."

Haruto said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Violet quickly squatted down to untie the laces of her tall leather boots.

It wasn't that she would feel embarrassed if Haruto put her shoes on for her—rather, she simply felt that it wasn't sothing he should do.

In the short ti they had spent together, Haruto had already beco like a superior officer or benefactor in Violet's eyes.

After all, outside the military, there were almost no people willing to take her in, let alone provide food and shelter.

After changing her shoes, Violet still stood stiffly near the entrance.

Haruto sighed. He knew that her behavior wouldn't change overnight. So instead, he simply grabbed her hand and pulled her further inside.

The three little ones in the house had already heard the commotion.

However, when they rushed out and saw Haruto leading a girl inside while holding her hand, each of them had a different reaction.