Indeed, back then, Mo He and I had a deep friendship, not rely confined to that of a military superior and subordinate, but rather as close acquaintances. However, after leaving the Kingdom for a full twenty years, those bonds have beco distorted over ti, leaving Erald Sparrow unable to treat her neither as a stranger nor audaciously to rekindle the relationship and treat her as a confidant right away.
So, it was best to leave things just ntioned without going further.
The two stopped conversing, and Mo He did not continue to press on the matter. They remained by the gravesite a while longer before moving on with their offerings to the next one.
Erald Sparrow intended to pay her respects to only a few individuals, mainly to comrades who perished in battle, and it seed Mo He shared this sentint, thus the two traveled the path together. During the morial service, Erald Sparrow noticed Mo He's actions were practiced and fluent, whether it was writing letters or singing Requiems, she was well-versed. Clearly, she'd done this many tis over the years.
Taking into account what happened twenty years ago, this was not really surprising.
The morial service lasted over an hour, and by the ti Erald Sparrow had offered all the cloud-cakes she brought and was ready to leave the cetery, it was already the afternoon, verging on evening.
Having left the cetery with Mo He, Erald Sparrow began to ponder her transport back to the inn. The distance from Colorful Cloud Wetland was significant, and even if she found a random takeoff point to leave the Magic-free Zone, it would take a long ti to reach her destination.
Should she call a rideshare? Take a city airship? Or simply use a Teleportation Technique?
While contemplating this, Mo He suddenly turned into a nearby alley, and soon, a small car appeared and rolled gently out.
Called a car, it was quite a stretch as this "car" was less than half the size of Material Realm vehicles and did not have a covered top, resembling a two-seater convertible mini-car for kids.
And the reason why it was hard to call it a "convertible" was because this car lacked the structure of chanical vehicles, with no engine or ignition. From its appearance, it looked entirely like one of those go-karts for kids you'd find in amusent parks.
Mo He was now in front of her, driving this children's "go-kart," and even from the place that should have featured a car brand, Erald Sparrow could see a cartoon-like cat face drawn.
"Captain, where are you staying? Let drive you back," Mo He said expressionlessly, as if she were not driving a go-kart but so luxurious convertible. Surprisingly, Erald Sparrow could read a hint of pride on what should have been an unemotional face.
Ride this back?
Erald Sparrow fell into thought.
It wasn't a matter of whether to ride or not, but rather finding a reasonable excuse to decline without hurting feelings.
Unfortunately, before she could find one, Mo He had already driven up beside her and opened the door, exposing the other seat.
Ah, she genuinely seed eager.
Erald Sparrow realized this fact.
Eventually, under the gaze of those seemingly emotionless eyes that yet appeared to shine brightly, Erald Sparrow silently took her seat in the "passenger" side of the go-kart.
She told herself, after all, she was now Magic Girl Long Dan, so even if soone saw her riding a children's toy car, it had nothing to do with Magic Girl Erald Sparrow...
Mo He, perhaps oblivious to Erald Sparrow's reluctance or perhaps believing there was nothing objectionable about her "convertible," confidently grasped the steering wheel, engaged the clutch, and with an air of coolness, started her car.
Erald Sparrow could even see the cartoon cat face lighting up as the car started, making her already poker face even stiffer.
Two expressionless Magical Girls riding a go-kart on the roads of Luennolay, each preoccupied with utterly different thoughts, created an oddly intriguing scene. Just then, Mo He suddenly spoke:
"Captain, are you free tomorrow afternoon?"
"Hmm?"
Realizing she was being addressed, Erald Sparrow slowly ca back to her senses and answered sowhat belatedly, "I don't have anything planned at the mont, what's up?"
"There's a famous dessert restaurant to the south of the city. I wanted to go, so I've made a reservation one day in advance. It was intended for one, but I ran into the captain today," Mo He said casually while gripping the steering wheel and turning pale at the knuckles, even as she kept her eyes on the road:
—— "So, if you're willing, would you like to join for a al there?"
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In the cultural divide between the Magic Kingdom and the Material Realm, the most shocking thing for newcors from the Material Realm is naturally the existence of magic. Afterward, if they have so social experience, they will further realize — there is a fundantal difference here compared to their own Material Realm.
Due to the widespread use of Magic Tools and Basic Techniques, the Kingdom's society has compressed the necessary labor ti to an astonishingly minimal degree. Every adult citizen only needs to master the use of Magic Tools or, alternatively, beco a Magician themselves to autonomously produce the materials needed for survival through standardized Basic Techniques — whether it's clothing, food, or even housing and travel, everything from food production to building materials can be accomplished with the help of Magic Techniques. This decentralized production model is entirely different from the social division of labor in the Material Realm, leading over 70% of the citizens to prefer being independent entrepreneurs.
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