Man on the ark, forced to become king

Lin Lu hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "One-Armed Chainsaw Man? How come you have two arms?"

"..."

The girl's crimson eyes slowly widened, and her hand touched the pistol at her waist.

"I'll kill you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Realizing she might have said something rude, Lin Lu quickly apologized and moved aside to reveal Mostima sitting on the bed.

"...Don't call me One-Armed Chainsaw Man, Chosen Overseer, or Suffering Narrator! Forget everything that bastard Mostima said to you! Right now, immediately!"

"Then what should I call you?"

“Fiameta, my name is Fiameta.”

"Uh, hello, Fiametta, I'm Lin Lu."

Lin Lu readily agreed, raising his arm to gently shake hands with the girl. Although this person had just shot him with an arrow from outside, he was behaving politely now. As for that arrow... that debt should be settled with Mostima.

"I apologize for the attack just now."

Fiameta nodded politely and apologized, then untied the straps on her body. The metal box and ammunition box that were prepared behind her fell to the ground with a 'thud,' making the entire floor tremble.

Setting down her burdens, she stepped across the doorway, clenched her fists, and entered the room. A cold smile played on her lips as she enunciated each word clearly: "Mosti Ma!"

"Finally, they've come out into the public eye? The Phoenix Destroyer?"

Despite Fiameta's fists clenching so tightly that her knuckles cracked, Mostima seemed completely unfazed. She leaned back against the wall and uttered a name that made the Liberian girl's eyebrows furrow.

"It seems you've changed a lot in the few days I was away. I haven't seen you with any other expression in a long time."

Fiameta had a stern face, seemingly about to take action, but seeing Mostima's expression, she relaxed, turned her head slightly, and looked at Lin Lu.

"Is it because of him? Oh right, you're that age now too."

"Each each other."

Mostima smiled and spoke, neither admitting nor refuting, showing no reaction whatsoever, leaving Fiameta with a frustrating feeling of punching cotton.

However, this wasn't the first time she'd been humiliated by Mostima, so she was used to it and quickly calmed down and returned to normal.

"Weren't you going back to Laterano to pick up Xiao Le? Why did you stop here?"

"There's no rush with Laterano for now. I plan to complete this mission with Lin Lu. Since you're back too, how about... we go together?"

Mostima spoke casually, but Fiameta frowned at the suggestion: "You plan to venture deeper into Kazdel? Don't forget who you are; we are not suited to stay here."

"Don't be so rigid. Kazdel is in such a mess right now, no one will care about us."

She continued, but Fiameta ignored her, turned to face Lin Lu, and said seriously, "Mr. Lin Lu, I will be taking Mostima away next. I hope you can understand that as messengers of all nations from Laterano, our identities are rather sensitive and it is not appropriate for us to get involved in the civil war in Kazdel, as that would cause serious diplomatic disputes."

“If Mostima is willing, I certainly have no objection; this is my task.”

Lin Lu did not refuse, nor did he have any reason or standing to refuse, after all, the two of them were the officially recognized partners of Laterano, and he could not interfere casually.

"No, there are still things I haven't learned yet."

He didn't say anything, but Mostima rejected Fiametta without hesitation, his smile fading and his expression turning serious.

"I'm sorry, Fiameta, I can't listen to you this time."

"In that case, I respect your opinion."

Fiameta nodded. Just as Lin Lu was surprised that she was so easy to talk to, the Liberian girl directly drew the pistol from her waist, pulled out a magazine from somewhere, and skillfully loaded the bullets.

“I respect your opinion, so I will forcibly take you away, so that it won’t be against your wishes.”

Click~

The bullet was chambered, and a fiery red hue emanated from the girl's tail feathers, seemingly raising the temperature in the room.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Delicate Companionship

Wait a minute?!

Why did they suddenly pull out the gun?

And what's with those super-sized bullets that look incredibly powerful? If one of those hits you, won't you explode? They'll really split you apart, right?!

Lin Lu's eyelids twitched at the sight of the hand cannon Fiameta was holding and the large bullets it was loaded with, and she quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Gentlemen, calm down. The world is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable. This is not good, not good at all."

“Mr. Lin Lu, please step aside. This is none of your business. I must take her away from Kazdel.”

The Liberian girl touched her hand cannon, her eyes fixed on Mostima, looking determined to achieve her goal.

"You should know that the Phoenix people are destroyed. If I want to stay, you can't take me with you."

Mostima sat up straight, reached out and gripped the black and white staff, seemingly ready to fight.

The two of them not only started fighting at the drop of a hat, but they were also serious about it, leaving Lin Lu completely bewildered.

What kind of bizarre relationship is this? Do all Lateran people have some kind of serious illness?

"Stop! Stop!"

Standing between the two, Lin Lu felt a headache coming on. After a moment's thought, she said, "Let me confirm first, Xiao Mo, you want to wait until my mission is completed before you leave, right?"

"Yes."

“Miss Nafia Meta, you are determined to take Mostima away, whether she agrees or not, right?”

"Correct."

"Then I can't just sit idly by."

Having received definite answers from the two, Lin Lu's expression turned serious. Turning her back to Mostima and facing Fiameta, she said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Destruction... cough, Miss Fiameta, if Little Mo herself really doesn't want to leave, then you can't force her to leave."

"I don't like fighting—unless it's necessary."

Fiame looked at Lin Lu, who was blocking her way, with surprise, and raised the gun in her hand: "You want to fight me? Don't expect me to hold back."

"No one can force my friends in front of me, no matter who they are."

Lin Lu's tone was calm, but Fiameta sensed something unusual—this man was different from before.

His casualness and nonchalance vanished without a trace, replaced by an oppressive aura that seemed to freeze the very air around him.

Her body tensed up instinctively. Fiameta clearly felt that every inch of space around her had become her enemy. In an instant, danger lurked everywhere.

He's incredibly strong. This man is far stronger than he appears, even stronger than any enemy she's ever encountered!

“I don’t like fighting either. I prefer reasoning, Miss Fiameta. There’s really no need for us to fight.”

Lin Lu gently shook his head, hoping that Fiameta could give up that radical idea and sit down to talk. If possible, he really didn't want to take action. On the one hand, the other party was Mostima's friend, and on the other hand... this matter really didn't need to escalate to this point.

It's making a mountain out of a molehill to start a real fight over something so trivial.

"Is this how you reason with others?"

Fiameta's face darkened; she showed no intention of giving up.

"You can't reason with me. If you want to stop me, then defeat me."

'Why is this person so stubborn?'

Hearing her blunt remarks, Lin Lu felt quite helpless.

Although he didn't want to take action, if Fiameta insisted on his own way, there was nothing he could do.

No matter what the reason Mostima doesn't want to leave, as long as she doesn't want to, no one can take her away, not even the Supreme Will!

Unfortunately, this is my way of reasoning.

This stubborn bird wouldn't give her any face, and Lin Lu's face darkened, a golden glint flashing in her eyes.

“Someone once told me that strength is the key to kingship, and I think this principle applies to other areas as well. Since you’re so determined, let’s go fight in the wasteland outside the town until you’re willing to give up.”

After saying that, Lin Lu walked right past Fiameta and out the door.

"Fiameta, are you serious?"

Seeing Fiameta also bend down to pick up the weapon box on the ground, Mostima became a little restless and for the first time since they met, he didn't call her by her codename.

She felt things were getting a little out of control.

Originally, the purpose of luring Fiameta out was not only to take the opportunity to get revenge on Lin Lu, but also to let the two get to know each other and then discuss the issue of staying in Kazdel. The tense atmosphere just now was normal between them and was completely expected.

Because Fiameta is a rule-abiding person, to put it bluntly, she is a bit rigid and inflexible. She will definitely not agree to stay in Kazdel, so we must give her a reason that can be explained in the report—for example, someone insists on staying in a certain place, she tried to stop him but failed, and then everyone will be happy.

Although it's a bit convoluted, that's how things have always been done with Fiameta, and Mostima is used to it.

But she never expected Lin Lu to suddenly interfere. She couldn't say this outright... This was very awkward. Did she really want them to fight over this?

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, and he's very capable, so nothing unexpected will happen. To be honest, I quite like his personality."

Shouldering the large, heavy weapons case, Fiameta unloaded the bullets from his pistol in front of Mostima, then pulled out two brand-new magazines from inside his clothes and shook them.

"Specially made rubber bullets will only cause superficial wounds at most. You should be more worried about me than him."

"Lin Lu's goal is to stop you. He won't go all out. Just be careful not to hurt him."

Mostima shook his head, still feeling uneasy, and instructed, "Just go through the motions, and it's best if Lin Lu can see what you're thinking, understand?"