Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

"Feel sorry......"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, as the strong-willed 416 was not someone who was good at apologizing.

But for the AK15, this was really harmless; it's just a pity that neither of them is good at expressing themselves.

"Yeah, it's okay..."

That's the only way to end it so hastily.

But everyone respected their state of mind and sat quietly around the fire, no one trying to bring up a new topic to ease the tension, after all...

Not all easing measures are valuable, and maintaining the status quo is good enough...

Lovan and Pascal were sleeping soundly; it seems the AK12's lullaby was really effective.

The girls who were resting were woken up by the little incident.

Now we're stuck sitting around the fire again, except for Little Nine, of course...

They had no warm water, and even the food lost its original flavor at times like this. No one wanted to eat dry, compressed biscuits at such a time.

416 is starting to make me miss G11 again. If it were before, I might have already been singing to her in bed. Now G11 must be worried because she can't find me, right? (G11: Zzz)

It's not that life here is bad. Although she's been constantly on the move in the city, fighting unknown enemies, and doesn't even have a bed right now, the battles here are much simpler than before. Plus, she's actually with her commander, and their relationship has progressed further.

After all this is over, a better life will begin...

The only downside is that G11 isn't with me, and the Commander doesn't seem to have any intention of bringing her along. (It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't build her, even though I already have her.)

When will we finally meet again?

......

The Defiant Squad and the AR Squad each conducted a simple analysis and evaluation of the information provided by 45, and the results were, of course, quite satisfactory.

Compared to the map they had previously marked, the USS squad was not located on their escape route. If they wanted to be on the safe side, they could simply cross the snow-covered streets and take the alleyway on the other side.

Of course, the final decision is not in their hands; everything will have to wait until the commander wakes up. Their job is just to offer suggestions.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go and rest."

After the discussion, M16 stood up and walked back into the bakery.

M4 wanted to call out to the other person, but in the end, he could only lower his hand with some disappointment: "Go on, get some rest."

AK12 raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

Why does everyone like to run away so much?

"Now that everything is alright, everyone should get some rest."

After saying that, she took off her windbreaker and covered herself with it, then turned her head slightly toward the man beside her, as if she really wanted to rest.

The girls exchanged glances, then casually found some things to lie down on the ground.

Only M16 remained conscious.

She really can't sleep, at least not right now.

Unable to sleep, she took the Jack Daniel's she had brought from the commander's house and went alone to the still drafty bakery to "drink alone under the moon."

To be honest, it would be nice to have someone to have a drink with at a time like this.

She moved two chairs from the corner and placed them facing the shop entrance, then began to drink.

The cold did not cause her any discomfort. This powerful woman rested her hands on her thighs, her right hand holding her beloved Jack Daniel's, feeling the loneliness she had been experiencing for a long time.

But insomnia isn't unique to her.

"Kacha."

The door behind me opened again, and another person walked over, stepping through the snow.

Seemingly surprised that there was an extra chair next to M16 who was all alone, she still chose to walk over.

M16 confirmed the visitor's identity through his peripheral vision.

Long black hair and a cloak—only one person would dress like that.

"Adeline".

She whispered the name she didn't actually have.

"Can I sit here?"

Her voice was as cold as the night.

"Ah."

After receiving permission, Adeline straightened her cloak and sat down next to M16.

M16 glanced at the girl a few more times.

She wasn't unfamiliar with the Nieto of Paradis, but they should all have had very distinct exoskeleton features. However, for some reason, this one's exoskeleton was gone, replaced by bionic skin like theirs. Although she still had the power to be human, she looked much more beautiful than those jarring exoskeletons.

Although they weren't people I knew well who were also wine connoisseurs, at least they came to keep me company.

Thinking about it this way, M16 felt much better.

"Want some?"

She handed him the Jack Daniel's he was holding.

There are no wine glasses here, so it wouldn't hurt to let her drink straight from the bottle.

"I've never drunk alcohol."

M16 couldn't read Adeline's mind from her eyes, but he could detect a hint of hesitation in her cold tone.

"The Commander is going to open a bar someday, and we'll probably be drinking a lot then. It's good to get used to it now, isn't it?"

"Oh well......"

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Adeline took the M16 bottle, intending to muster her courage and try to chug it all in one go like the other person, but she hesitated a bit just before her lips touched the bottle.

Originally intending to savor the charm, I opened my eyes again and glanced at my drinking buddy beside me.

She opened her mouth slightly, almost touching the bottle opening that was completely disproportionate to its size, and glanced sideways at the white-haired woman who seemed to be watching the spectacle, as if seeking her consent.

They remained frozen in that position, motionless.

The scene looks somewhat comical, with an elegant and aloof young woman making gestures that are completely out of character.

"Pfft, you're a Nito, you'd mind something like this?"

M16's previously gloomy face in the darkness suddenly broke into a wide smile, looking "just like the real thing."

But I really wanted to see what Nieto was like when he was drunk, and whether there would be a contrast like "the fall of the saint".

Of course, this is all predicated on Nieto being able to get drunk...

Adeline, on the other hand, was like a naive young girl, led by the nose by a shady agent, and then swindled out of everything.

"If it were something nice before, I wouldn't say that, but now, it's a bit..."

She really couldn't see that the other party was trying to trick her. Compared to 16 Pigeon, our little Adeline is probably too naive.

"Drink it, it'll warm you up, right...?"

At least drinking with her sisters helps her warm up; as for Nieto, well, that's another story...

Adeline had never tasted a single beverage since birth, and she was very curious about what it would feel like. The fact that the other person said it could warm her up made it even more magical to her.

What kinds of drinks can warm you up, besides Miss Pascal's coffee?

After a brief moment of thought, Adeline finally decided to bring the bottle to her lips.

Her body was cold from the cold night, but her heart, now freed and burning with passion, remained. She would try to warm herself with the icy liquor, though she couldn't be sure if it would work.

"..."

The liquor flowed into the girl's mouth, and the reaction occurred instantly. A spicy flavor spread in her mouth. Jack Daniel's was smooth and mellow, with a strong smoky taste. The whiskey, after being charcoal-aged, was stored and aged in carbonized white oak barrels in the cellar. This strange taste shocked her taste buds, which had been stagnant for many years, and was hard to describe.

The young girl, who had never experienced her beauty, felt a happiness that had been forgotten.

Joy, perhaps that's the word to describe it...

Although there was no obvious change in her expression, M16 could still see the undisguised joy in her slightly open pupils.

Truly innocent people are usually not good at hiding themselves, let alone a girl like Adeline.

It's not just poppies that bloom proudly amidst blood; Adeline is also a beautiful flower that blossoms in blood.

He forced himself to drink several mouthfuls, and perhaps when he really couldn't drink anymore, he removed the bottle from his mouth.

Her cold body felt warmth; she realized that as Nieto, she too could experience this wonderful sensation...

"Huh...huh..."

Despite being quite restrained, there was still a urge to vent long-standing grievances.

It's a pity she doesn't sweat...

M16 was very satisfied with Adeline's reaction, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"how do you feel?"

She looked at Adeline, who was panting and holding a wine bottle, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Adeline nodded subconsciously: "I... I don't know how to describe it, but... it's not bad..."

After saying that, she took another big gulp.

"Be careful, don't get drunk."

"...Oh, I'm sorry, this is your wine, I've had too much to drink."

"It's okay, I still have some here. Drink if you want."

M16 didn't mind the other person drinking his wine like that, after all, the other person seemed much more innocent than he thought.

Moreover, it would be quite nice if we could help her not be so reserved all the time and have her own personality.

Just as the commander said, what they need is not loyal dogs, but family and friends.

Adeline hesitated again, holding the bottle. She was worried that drinking too much would upset the other person, and that allowing her to drink might just be a polite formality with hidden meanings...

But to everyone's surprise, M16 took out a bottle of wine from his bag.

.......

Uh, okay.

I can finally relax now.

She picked up the bottle, ready to take her third sip, but this time M16 grabbed her hand.

"and many more......"

what......

As expected...

"click"

M16 opened the bottle and handed it to Adeline.

"Let's clink glasses. It's a common human habit when drinking, so you can get used to it."

"???"

Adeline looked at the other person with a face full of question marks.

Oh, so you're saying I can't drink it?

"Huh? You're drunk?"

Seeing Adeline standing there in a daze, M16 was also puzzled.

Although Adeline's pale cheeks did turn red from drinking, she shouldn't be that drunk, right?

Adeline quickly shook her head: "Ah, no, whatever you say..."

She held her Jack Daniel's in her hand, lightly touched it to the white bottle of M16, and then drank it by herself.