After treating the shocking wounds on Feliel’s body, Sefina put away her Wand and turned toward the makeshift little kitchen in the corner of the base.
Inside, the airheaded maid, Flovi, was watching over one small pot of steaming white porridge.
Tonight, Sefina had suddenly returned with the heavily injured Feliel and the sleeping Campbell. They truly were not prepared for this, so only the simplest of food remained.
Sefina served one bowl of warm white porridge, carried it to the side of the bed where Feliel was temporarily placed, and handed it over. Her tone was as flat as ever.
“Drink some.”
Feliel looked at the bland bowl of white porridge, then at Sefina’s expressionless face, and struggled internally for a moment.
However, her body honestly signaled hunger, and combined with the weakness brought by excessive Blood Loss, she reluctantly took the bowl and began to take small sips.
The warm porridge flowed down her throat, temporarily dispelling some of her chill and sense of emptiness.
Perhaps it was the pain, a premonition of approaching death, or the turmoil caused by Sefina’s contradictory behavior, but Feliel was particularly talkative today.
After a few sips, she put down the bowl and raised her cold black eyes to look at Sefina, who was standing by the bed. Her tone was laced with obvious irony and confusion as she spoke coldly.
“I really don’t understand you.”
Sefina just watched her silently without responding. Her eyes were like a deep pool, devoid of any ripples.
Feliel continued, her voice carrying a sense of venting.
“During the fight, your moves were ruthless. Every attack aimed for a vital spot. You were clearly determined to take my life. And now?”
“You treat my wounds, give me porridge, and act like you care… Ninth Seat, your behavioral logic is far too contradictory.”
She stared at Sefina and asked the doubt that had been circling her mind for a long time.
“Since you confirmed my identity long ago, why didn’t you use your abilities to assassinate me in secret while I was off guard?”
“Especially with those weapons that have no Magic Power Wave… Wouldn’t the success rate be higher? Why did you insist on giving me a so-called ‘opportunity’?”
Facing Feliel’s rapid-fire questioning, Sefina’s face remained expressionless. But upon hearing the last question, she nodded slightly and admitted frankly, “Yes. If possible, I did not want to drive you to a dead end.”
What Sefina said was the truth. When Feliel was still wearing her disguise and was completely unsuspecting, Sefina had too many opportunities to launch a fatal strike.
Whether it was using the information gap to snipe from a distance with a Handgun or poisoning her food, the success rate would have been extremely high.
But Sefina had not chosen to do that. Instead, she chose a direct confrontation and a showdown with higher risks. Her fundamental purpose was indeed to give Feliel one opportunity to choose to leave.
Feliel froze for a moment upon hearing this blunt answer, then let out an ambiguous cold snort, her tone still prickly.
“Give me an opportunity? You didn’t seem to show any mercy when you fought me to the death later. That Wind Blade Tornado really intended to tear me to shreds.”
Sefina’s voice was cold, and her logic was perfectly clear.
“Because if you choose to stay in The Organization, your existence will bring me trouble and pose a potential threat to many innocent people.”
“Therefore, when you choose to stand against me, I will kill you without hesitation to clear the threat.”
‘If it is a dispute that can be avoided, then remain silent; if it is a battle that cannot be avoided, then fight to the end.’
Those were words told to Sefina long ago by a certain Lady Rabbit—Amiya.
Feliel fell silent. She no longer argued about right or wrong with Sefina.
She slowly crawled back onto the bed and turned her face toward the wall, appearing to want to use these final moments to rest, or perhaps she simply wanted to avoid Sefina’s gaze that seemed capable of seeing through everything.
Before lying down completely, she muttered in a weary, self-mocking tone, “Hmph, I really don’t know if I should call you kind… or a saint…”
Sefina did not react to this statement, which was clearly laced with provocation and complex emotions. She simply stood there, her expression as cold as ever.
Just then, with a *creak*, the door was pushed open just enough to create two small cracks.
“Big sister! Won’t you be hungry if you just have white porridge? I have a little bit of dried fish I’ve been saving. Do you want to try some?”
Lisika poked her head in, her agile cat ears twitching. She held one large bag of fragrant roasted dried fish, her face brimming with a smile as if she were presenting a treasure.
Immediately after, Flovi also walked in carrying one small tray with one glass of steaming hot milk on it.
She looked at Sefina with her large, unfocused eyes and asked softly, “Master, would you like some hot milk? You will sleep better at night.”
Sefina looked at them and did not refuse. The continuous fighting, infiltration, and high-tension mental strain of the day had indeed left her feeling exhausted and hungry.
She took the dried fish handed over by Lisika and the hot milk prepared by Flovi. She chewed on the crispy fish and took small sips of the warm milk.
Seeing that Sefina had accepted, Lisika wagged her tail happily and started chatting to herself.
“But really, big sister, you scared me when you suddenly showed up today holding a sleeping girl and dragging someone behind you with a High-level Levitation Spell!”
Flovi asked in her usual earnest, slightly dazed tone, “Master, do you… need a massage today? You look a bit tired.”
Sefina shook her head, swallowed the food in her mouth, and said, “No need.”
However, just as the atmosphere here turned slightly warm, Feliel, who had been facing the wall, suddenly struggled to sit halfway up.
The movement pulled at her wounds, causing her to frown deeply, but she still spoke urgently, her voice trembling slightly.
“Campbell… where is Campbell? I want to go see her!”
As she spoke, Feliel tried to force her weakened body out of bed.
Right at that moment, the door to the room was gently pushed open again. The petite Nona, wearing thick engineering glasses, walked in.
Her expression was slightly confused, seemingly carrying a hint of uncertainty. She looked at Sefina and said something that shocked everyone present.
“Boss, that girl you brought back, the one who has been sleeping…”
Nona pushed her glasses up, seemingly trying to organize her words, before finally and clearly spitting out the second half of her sentence.
“Her vital signs monitoring… it seems to have detected a very weak fluctuation in her life response. In other words, she seems to…”
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