Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

She didn't want to be a burden on the family, just lying in bed doing nothing and letting everyone earn money to support her. Her childhood environment didn't allow her to enjoy this time so comfortably.

However, when Luo Fan was mentioned, her thoughts began to wander. She started to have her own speculations about his past, his work, and his inner world.

"Jia En?" Her voice wasn't as energetic as before.

"Ok?"

"Do you think Mr. Luo is hiding something from us?"

"..."

Jia En didn't know either; she was still young and couldn't understand such questions yet.

But she still subconsciously answered, "I think not. Mr. Luo wouldn't lie to me. Even if he did, it would be for my own good."

In little Jia'en's heart, Luo Fan would never harm her; if he were to do anything, it would be for the good of the family.

Through their time together, she could see that Luo Fan was actually quite attached to his family, but he had many burdens on his shoulders that prevented him from doing as he pleased. In other words, Luo Fan, like her in the past, was carrying some kind of weight on his shoulders.

People always carry something with them when they see the world, and although she is still young, she understands this principle...

“Really…? He really is doing this for our own good…” Yingque believed this wholeheartedly. Luo Fan’s hard work and busy schedule must be for their better life. But she couldn’t do anything to share his burdens because she knew nothing about his work and the hardships he endured.

"But why won't he tell us? If he had, perhaps things would be better..."

Thinking this, she reached out and hugged Jia'en, her face full of sorrow.

On the contrary, it was precisely because Luo Fan could foresee that the situation would become irreversible after he told her the truth that he chose to remain silent.

Luo Fan was certainly aware that she was trying to reach into his heart, but she was also actively widening the distance between them.

He only showed her what she could see and what she wanted to see; only in this way was it the best thing for both of them.

As for why Jia En came to that conclusion?

It was purely because Luo Fan didn't hide it from Jia En. Although Jia En was young, she also had a dark past. She could accept and understand Luo Fan's actions and wouldn't have any doubts.

Therefore, she wouldn't judge Luo Fan's actions as good or bad, but would only judge whether it was good for them. In her eyes, what Luo Fan did must be good for them.

But Yingque is different. What she sees, what she can see, what she should see, is only what they can show.

Once she sees the dark roots hidden beneath the towering tree, it will be too late to undo the damage...

Therefore, do not tell children who are looking forward to Santa Claus that the gifts in their Christmas stockings were from their family.

Don't shatter her illusions; just maintain the status quo...

496 Morse

When Luo Fan wasn't around, Jia En could only go to the bar to play with the other girls who were still there, and they were all happy to tease the cute little girl in their spare time.

Her targets are the four sisters who stay in the room all day long. Of course, this refers to the three band members who wear casual clothes, and MDR who broadcasts almost 24 hours a day.

Just as she was about to go listen to her sister Shina sing, the three sisters suddenly left the room together, a rare occurrence, and headed towards the bar's lobby.

As soon as Shina saw Jiaen, she understood her intention and leaned down to smile, "Jiaen, be good. The older sisters are going to see an old friend, so we might not be able to sing with you tonight, okay?"

"Alright..." Jia En was a sensible child, so she didn't pester him too much and prepared to disturb MDR, who was still playing games.

As for the members of the band, they were simply inspired to go to the bar to greet an old friend who was about to attend a gathering there.

Coincidentally, they also ran into Chris, who was about to go downstairs...

"That big guy...is his name Morse? Is she coming tonight?"

Upon meeting, Chris asked this question while straightening her slightly askew nightcap.

“Yes.” Carmen nodded. “We received word from the bishop that she will arrive in Valhalla tonight, and we came out to meet her.”

Recalling the murderous armor she wore when she met Morse eight years ago, Chris couldn't help but feel a surge of tension.

She had only seen Morse in her true form once, when her helmet was damaged after being hit. If that was the case, did she usually wear that armor all the time?

It's unlikely; if she were almost there, there would be a sound outside...

“Let’s go downstairs and wait. Years later, the bishop may still have the pleasure of enjoying a cocktail personally mixed by Miss Tarina (RPK16).

Nekitiya stared blankly ahead, but she was listening intently, sensing the unusual movement coming from a hundred meters away.

Even though she was blind, she could still feel that incredibly familiar echo, the mournful cry of the souls wandering under the bishop's axe.

Seeing this, the others said nothing more and slowly helped Negitia walk downstairs, while Chris, as a party involved in the incident in Glonia, decided to join in the fun.

The four chose to sit in a corner and waited silently for Morse to arrive.

Even though their location was inconspicuous, the band members were certain that Morse would be able to find them with his sensitivity to plague and decay.

Outside the bar, a fierce woman with several scars on her face waited a moment in front of the warm lights before stepping into Valhalla.

"What they're talking about, right here, does indeed have the smell of plague..."

She muttered to herself in a voice barely audible to others, glancing around the bar before fixing her gaze on a corner seat. There she spotted four familiar figures; despite the years that had passed, apart from the young girl, the band members remained largely unchanged...

But besides the familiar plague-like atmosphere of the band, she also sensed another unfamiliar scent coming from upstairs, similar to Asmodeus, but not comparable, more like another derivative form.

She held onto her doubts for the time being and slowly walked towards the corner.

"Good evening, Bishop. You haven't changed at all over the years."

Shina greeted Morse first, while Chris, who was facing away from Morse, immediately turned around, eager to resolve her questions about the armor.

"Ah, so that suit of armor wasn't always on my body..."

She was somewhat disappointed, but ultimately breathed a sigh of relief.

Morse somehow acquired a set of casual clothes, took off her armor, and transformed into a normal human woman, only slightly taller.

She has the same long white hair as Nekritia, but not as ridiculously long. She has red eyes and several barely noticeable scars on her face, but they are almost healed and do not affect her beauty, even though physical appearance may not mean much to this Valkyrie.

She didn't respond immediately, but instead glanced at everyone present in turn.

“You haven’t changed much either…” He then looked at Chris: “But you, young lady, have grown up. You’re very different from eight years ago.”

"Nonsense, I'm human, I have to change a bit. But you and the conductor, after all these years, you haven't changed at all..."

Chris had long suspected that these guys weren't normal, but she hadn't expected them to be so different from what she had imagined, with no changes in their appearance whatsoever.

At the same time, she was also a little speechless. Morse clearly looked like she was wielding a giant axe and killing everything in her path, so why was she so beautiful under her armor, and why did she not age with age?

While she climbed to the rank of captain in Gloria, she also suffered a bruise on her face, though she was almost fully recovered, but not as badly as Morse.

Chris shifted a little to the side, intending to make room for Morse, but she didn't seem to have any intention of sitting down.

After a long pause, she said in a deep voice, "I sensed a completely new presence, another form of the plague, right above this building. What's going on?"

Her voice was still very hoarse, but it was much better than the muffled thuds inside the armor.

Nekitiya laughed and said, "Yes, that's normal. If you want, you can call this new plague 'Queen'."

......

Morse's face turned cold, and he turned and walked upstairs.

Chris sensed something was wrong and quickly followed after them with the three members of the band.

Morse ignored the bartender and went straight up the stairs, as if he already knew the layout of the upper floor of the bar, and arrived at Yingque's door with ease.

Chris was about to speak up to stop her when Carmen raised her hand to stop her and gently shook her head.

"...Won't something go wrong?"

She was very nervous, wondering if Morse would cause any harm to Yingque.

Morse pushed open the door without asking any questions and walked straight into the dark room.

Yes, this is it, the stench of the plague is right here.

Moreover, she was very weak...

The girl on the bed struggled to lift her head and saw a white-haired woman staring at her with a cold expression. The woman's icy demeanor made her instinctively panic.

"Who are you?"

497 Morse likes to drink.

Yingque was still holding Jiaen, intending to take the time to chat with her about daily life before preparing to rest. However, a complete stranger suddenly appeared in front of her, and the stranger did not look very friendly.

The other party's purpose seemed very clear: they were coming for her...

Morse did not answer the question about the balance, but instead slowly moved toward the bedside with leaden steps.

Her very presence was filled with an invisible sense of oppression, making Yingque, who was powerless, even more uneasy.

She's...so tall, almost as tall as Luo Fan. What is she planning to do?

Chris was extremely anxious outside the room, wondering why the three members of the band didn't react to Morse's sudden intrusion and just stood there watching.

They made no move, and ordinary people like Chris dared not make any move at all...

However, they had their instruments ready at any moment, and would immediately stop Morse if he did anything out of line, at least not to the point of affecting Yingque's safety, otherwise all their preparations would be in vain...

Morse stopped in front of the bed, glancing at the two girls on it, his almost colorless pupils filled with inquiry and coldness.

"They call you 'Queen,' so where is the King?"

"Uh...what?"

The question from the other party caught Yingque off guard. She could understand each word individually, but when put together, she had no idea what it meant.

“This is the source of that aura, but it is only a derivative, and it is still in the weak stage of new life…” Morse pondered, then turned around and left the room.

Amidst Yingque and Jiaen's puzzled expressions, Morse nodded slightly at the door before closing it again.

She now has more questions that the three members of the Alicia Band need to answer.

Morse leaned against the wall and asked casually, "So that girl, she gained the king's favor?"

“Yes,” Nekitiya said, extending her hand in a gesture of respect. “That girl is the Queen, but like the King, she was completely unaware of her condition and became part of the plague.”

“It’s despicable…” Morse said with great dissatisfaction: “The way to pursue so-called balance is to cultivate someone who can rewrite the rules and redefine ‘balance’.”

"It's hard to say, Bishop. Perhaps he will make a decision that surprises all of us? At least, I have high hopes for him."

Even in front of Morse, Sena maintained an optimistic attitude. After all, they were no longer adversaries, so they could talk to each other as well as before.

"Having seized power, how could he possibly remain mired in the mire?" Morse said disdainfully. "I haven't seen him with my own eyes, so I can't judge, but stories of false kings blinded by power are endless..."

She ruthlessly denied Shina's statement, but then changed the subject: "But I think that girl might be one of the factors that led you to make such a judgment; perhaps she restrained his behavior to some extent."

“You’re right,” Nekitiya said with a smile, then her face darkened completely. “So the king deceived her.”

This statement finally caught Morse's attention, causing her to look up at this elegant but two-faced commander, whose calm smile always sent chills down one's spine.

After a while, she seemed to understand something, and then walked away.

"I see. It seems he is a king who values ​​family more than power." She closed her eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. "It seems my evaluation of him can be raised a little."

"Uh, no, you haven't even met Mr. Luo in person, yet you seem to know him inside and out?"

However, the other party did not answer Chris's question and walked towards the bar on the first floor with the three members of the band. Chris had no choice but to follow them and leave together.

Because of his mission, Lovan was temporarily away, and Morse had not actually seen him in person. He only made a judgment based on the descriptions of Negitia and others, and on his own experience.

At least in her opinion, having lived for so long, she has a pretty good ability to judge people and can usually make a fairly accurate judgment.

However, because of her status as a false king cultivated by Asmodeus in collusion with Gagsherav, her final evaluation was not very high.

But that's how the old folks are; they like to draw conclusions before things even happen, and the final outcome always surprises them...

At least, Morse never imagined that what happened next would be so different from their predictions.

......

After being introduced by Shina, RPK learned that the white-haired woman was also one of the Commander's partners and would be staying here temporarily, just like them. RPK was not surprised by this and continued to entertain the guests as usual. She would give special treatment to people with special status, such as Morse, who was a partner of Lovan. The most common treatment was unlimited drinks, as long as they had them.

Morse naturally accepted this privilege without hesitation, drinking to his heart's content, whether it was RPK cocktails or straight drinks.

This is something only Negitia and the others know: Morse is a person who likes to drink. After all, he often charges on the front lines, so it is normal for him to like to use alcohol to stay alert.

And the long-term self-blame and loneliness that followed could only be effectively relieved by alcohol.

And on the way here, he learned from the people of this city how to solve problems. Smoking, although it would have a considerable negative impact on the health of ordinary people, was as harmless to Morse as breathing.

"This guest certainly has a generous heart..."

RPK awkwardly pushed a glass of "Godfather" over, Morse had practically taken on most of her work for the night.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” Morse said, taking the wine and drinking it down in one gulp. “I hope you will forgive me.”