Chapter 201 Aftermath.

Words : 1099 Updated : Oct 3rd, 2025

"I asked the blood assassins, of course," Nyra replied nonchalantly, crossing her arms. "They told me that because our bodies are a mix of different blood types like beast blood, human blood, synthetic blood, and so on, it's impossible. Apparently, if we shared our blood with someone, it'd probably kill them. Something about 'compatibility' or whatever." She paused, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. "Honestly, I stopped paying attention after they said it was impossible." Lyra let out a small hum, tilting her head in thought. "I see... I'll have to ask them about it later." She glanced around the battlefield, gesturing to the debris and smoldering destruction surrounding the facility. "So, what now? What are we going to do with all this mess?" Nyra stretched her arms over her head, letting out a dramatic yawning. "Mmm, well, the Mauler's done wrecking stuff, the Blood Legion is mopping up the leftovers, and I've got a new 'pet' over here. So, I say we leave the cleanup to everyone else and go grab a drink." Lyra narrowed her eyes. "Seriously? Do you even understand the kind of disaster we're going to have to explain to Master Cleo when she sees this mess? The entire facility is in ruins!" Nyra grinned, unfazed. "Oh, come on. Master Cleo expects this kind of chaos when we're involved. Besides, it's not that bad—" She gestured toward the carnage, where half the facility lay in smoldering ruins, corpses, and shattered equipment littering the battlefield. "Okay, maybe it's a little bad. But still! We got the job done, didn't we?" Lyra pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath, "I swear, you're impossible." She glanced toward the unconscious Gustav and sighed. "Fine. But what are we going to do with him?" Nyra's grin widened. "Oh, that's easy. We patch him up, chain him up, and bring him back to the underground city. Once he wakes up, we explain the new terms of his life: 'You work for us now.' Simple, right?" Lyra stared at her sister, unimpressed. "And if he refuses?" Nyra's grin turned sharp. "Then I'll remind him who saved his sorry hide. Trust me, he'll fall in line." The two sisters stared at each other for a moment before Lyra sighed again, shaking her head. "Fine. Let's wrap this up before it gets worse." With that, the twins turned back toward the battlefield; the Blood Legion units were already securing the perimeter around the facility. The chaos was finally settling, but they both knew the real challenge would come later... explaining this disaster to Cleo. "Think she'll let us off the hook this time?" Nyra asked as they walked. Lyra gave her a flat look. "Not a chance." While the twins were busy arguing about how to come up with an excuse to avoid the beating Cleo would undoubtedly give them once she saw the catastrophic mess they'd left behind, Lilla and her brother quietly approached. The twins immediately froze, their bodies tensing as the voice registered in their ears. They exchanged wide-eyed glances, their playful attitudes vanishing in an instant. "Ys?!" Nyra blurted out, instinctively reaching for her weapon, though she didn't draw it. Lyra, still seated, straightened herself, her usual composure faltering as her hands twitched toward her pistols. "You've been here this whole time?" Lilla, however, remained completely calm, her serene expression unchanging. "I was wondering when you were going to say something," she said while tilting her head slightly toward the source of the voice. There was a faint shimmer in the air behind Lilla, like light bending around an invisible figure. Then, slowly, a small woman emerged from invisibility, her figure materializing with an almost ghostly grace. She was as petite as she was radiant, with shimmering light green hair that fell in delicate waves down her back. Her mischievous green eyes sparkled like emeralds, and her smile was sharp and teasing, like a cat toying with its prey. She leaned over Lilla's shoulder, her arms wrapped around the saintess in a loose hug. "Mmm? Are you sure you're blind?" Ys purred, tilting her head playfully as she nuzzled her cheek against Lilla's. "Everyone says you are, but I think you've been fooling them this whole time. You see far more than you let on, don't you?" The twins watched in stunned silence, unsure of how to react to the sight of Ys casually draping herself over Lilla like they were old friends. Lilla remained calm with her expression unchanging. "If you're trying to provoke me, it's not going to work," she said simply. "But if you're here, then I suppose you've already handled the fleets?" Ys giggled softly, pulling back slightly but keeping her arms around Lilla's shoulders. "Oh, you could say that. Mother doesn't like loose ends, so she made sure none of the megacorp fleets ever got the chance to retreat. Let's just say their'reinforcements' are going to be... very late." Her tone was light, but the undertone of malice was unmistakable. Nyra, finally snapping out of her stunned silence, frowned deeply. "And what are you doing here, Ys? Shouldn't you be off causing chaos somewhere else?" Ys glanced at Nyra with a sly grin. "Oh, I was curious about how you two were handling things, of course. And, well..." Her gaze flicked to the destruction around the facility, the scorched ruins and bloodied ground. "Let's just say you didn't disappoint. It's such a lovely mess you've made." Lyra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We're going to hear about this from Master Cleo later, aren't we?" Ys laughed, releasing Lilla and stretching lazily. "Oh, without a doubt. But don't worry too much. You've still got me on your side, after all~" The twins exchanged a weary glance. The day wasn't even over, and yet the aftermath was already shaping up to be just as chaotic as the battle itself. Orbiting the planet Hanarix, the once-mighty Allied fleet lay in ruins, reduced to little more than drifting debris. Massive chunks of twisted metal floated aimlessly through the void, the remnants of once-proud supercapital ships that had stood as the pride of the Allied forces. Fires burned silently in the vacuum of space, and faint explosions rippled through the scattered wreckage as surviving ammunition stores detonated sporadically.

Chapter 201 Aftermath.

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