I cosplayed as the battle-damaged Azure Sparrow and got caught by the Immortal Boat!

Chapter 65 Such a big sun, and it turned green just like that?

On the Starry Sky Train, Himeko gazed out the porthole at the sky dyed a pale green—and at the "sun" emitting a faint green light in the sky—and almost instantly understood whose handiwork it was.

So, Qingyuan was easily "lifted" back to the train carriage by Himeko.

"Sister Himeko, please let me go back?" Qingyuan blinked, her tone carrying a hint of ingratiating laughter. "There's still a lot to do at Belloberg's place."

Himeko didn't say anything, but walked slowly to the kitchen counter, made a cup of coffee, and gently placed it on the table in front of Aohara.

The dark brown liquid swayed slightly, and a thin wisp of steam rose.

Qingyuan has no sense of taste, so she can savor Himeko's coffee, which is perhaps why Himeko welcomed her onto the train.

Qingyuan was finally allowed to leave just before it was time to say goodbye.

Before leaving, she leaned close to Bronya, nudged her shoulder with her elbow, and said in a tone of eager anticipation:

Seriously, how about adding two more suns? I guarantee they won't turn green, they'll be golden and warm.

"No." Bronya answered quickly, the image of the green orb hanging high in the sky appearing uncontrollably in her mind.

She was absolutely certain that this man was capable of hanging two more suns for Belloberg. "One is more than enough."

Qingyuan turned to Seele, her eyes filled with expectation: "Seele, won't you try to persuade Bronya?"

Seele opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just pursed her lips and shook her head like a rattle drum, expressing her firm refusal with the most direct body language.

Qingyuan could only sigh, and with a regretful expression that said, "You don't understand art at all," she left Belleberg.

Meanwhile, on the snowy plains outside the city, a figure who had just been abandoned by the train was buried under a sudden heavy snowfall, with only half of his head visible.

As he watched helplessly, Sangbo, certain that Qingyuan had forgotten him, was heartbroken. He struggled to move in the snow, letting out muffled and unwilling "woo...woo..." sounds.

The audience in the tavern, witnessing this scene, seemed to empathize and shed tears.

Fortunately, after the train jumped, Qingyuan's mask turned into a stream of light and automatically returned to its owner, and the restraints imposed on him were also released.

Sambo sat up abruptly from the snowdrift, panting heavily, and brushing the snow off his body.

only……

"Wait, wait..." In the upper district, he looked at Seele, his voice trembling, "Why does my ID card say 'female' in the gender field?!"

Beside her, Seele crossed her arms and said expressionlessly, "You were the one who said you wanted to become a beautiful girl, and you did all sorts of things—we're not heartless, we just helped you achieve that."

Sambo was struck dumb, frantically waving his hands: "That wasn't me! Someone else was impersonating me!"

"Fine," Seele interrupted him, her tone calm yet deadly. "Bring her here and make her stand with you, and we'll believe you."

She paused, then added, "Or, you could run naked around the square in front of Cripper Castle right now, and we'd believe you."

Sambo: "..."

A few days later, Sambo claimed to have caught another "Sambo" and came to Seele.

A figure emerged from the street corner—it was yet another "Sambo," with an uncanny resemblance in clothing, hairstyle, and even demeanor.

The newcomer, "Sambo," rubbed his hands together, a warm smile plastered on his face, and asked as if volunteering, "This friend seems to be in trouble? Does he need help?"

Seele narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two "Sambos," finally settling on the newcomer with a hint of uncertainty: "You're Qingyuan? Didn't you leave with the Starry Sky Train?"

Upon hearing this, Sambo immediately pointed at the latter and loudly retorted, "Don't you know everything?!"

The later "Sambo," however, looked completely innocent and honestly replied, "No, I'm Hanabi. But if you don't agree to help him..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, a sly glint in her eyes.

Seele silently tightened her grip on the scythe handle behind her: "What do you want if I don't help?"

"Sambo"—or rather, Hanabi—suddenly flinched, her eyes quickly welling up with tears, her voice becoming soft and aggrieved: "I...I have no choice but to cry for you."

The next second, Seele released her scythe, and then—

"vomit--"

She turned her face away, making no attempt to hide her disgust. "You're just like the last 'Sambo,' disgusting to the point of making me want to vomit."

To protect her eyes, ears, and mental state, Seele decided to give up investigating further.

She waved her hand and turned to walk away from the two of them.

"This isn't my responsibility." Her voice drifted on the wind. "You want to change the information? Go find Bronya."

"It was no use coming to me from the start. I bet it was Qingyuan who set this up for you..."

Sambo and Sambo exchanged a glance, and then Sambo began to wipe away tears and sob. "Are you going to be a beautiful girl forever?"

"It's alright, Sambo, neither I nor anyone else in the tavern will mind!"

"Don't use my face for this kind of thing, okay?!"