Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

On the one hand, MI6 has been controlled by the Duke of Castile, and the Duke of Castile would never agree to the abolition of MI6. On the other hand, if MI6 is abolished... then Victoria really has no department that can replace it.

It's sad, but it's true.

"At least during this period of time, our orders won't reach Saint Castle first, right?" Vina whispered. "For example, my order to investigate MI6?"

"Generally speaking, Saint Jun Castle learns about the situation here faster than we do, so I can't guarantee it." Daphne explained the specific situation bluntly. "But recently, maybe it won't be like that anymore."

"Okay..." Although I had heard about how rotten MI6 was, I didn't expect it to be this bad.

Vina suppressed her anger. This wasn't the street anymore; she couldn't raise her fist and punch someone she disliked. But she still had to be angry. It was clearly unjust that her aunt was in control of MI6 and the Grey Hats. So how could she nationalize these departments from the Duke of Castor? That was the biggest problem.

"...At the next general meeting, I will probably propose the dismantling of MI6."

"...Vina, I just said that this is impossible to pass."

"Indeed, but you just said that Saint Jun Castle will know about this decree first—I just want this decree not to be passed." Vina shook her head and said with a smile, "Since Ursus will know about this decree first, if you were the Ursus intelligence department, what would you do?"

"...Um...stop this decree? Or..."

"Or, contact the current master of MI6, the Duke of Caster." Vina smiled. "My aunt is indeed a person who does things perfectly, but even such a person can reveal some flaws."

"...You want to fish?" Daphne suddenly understood Vina's idea. "Through the Ursus Intelligence Department, you want to fish for the Duke of Caster?"

"You could say that," Vina made no secret of it. "And not only that, since my aunt is so skilled at handling intelligence, I'd better allow as many mistakes as possible. Daphne, help me connect to Noya's communication line. I need Kjerag to have some [Emergency]."

"Yes!" Although Daphne didn't know what to do specifically, since Vina had spoken, she naturally had no choice but to obey orders.

-

"—Make some noise? What's considered 'noise'?" Noya, who received Vina's call, frowned at first and then asked, "I can't possibly set up a bomb in Kjerag, right?"

"Of course not to this extent..." Vina, speaking from the other end, could tell Noah was joking. "I just want you to attract the Gray Hat. After all, your identities are obviously the most sensitive, and the Gray Hat must be most interested in you. So... maybe you just need to reveal your whereabouts?"

"Exposing my whereabouts..." Noah thought for a moment and felt that it was quite plausible. "This is a simple matter, but why do you need Gray Top Hat to follow me temporarily? What are you going to do over there?"

"At the next Congress, I want to form a cabinet. And...disband MI6 and the Grey Hats."

“…?! Are you serious?”

"Of course, this decree won't pass. I'm talking about the disbanding of MI6. The Duke of Caister, my aunt, won't allow this decree to pass. However, this decree isn't meant to be passed, but to let them know that I've got my eye on MI6. If you were my aunt, what would you do?"

"...It's fine to fight you once or twice, but it's meaningless to keep fighting. So... I should first [clean up] the personnel within MI6, leaving you with an empty shell..."

"Yes, and Ursus will know about this first..."

"Are you planning to drag Ursus into this?"

"No, I just plan to muddy the waters, and then my flawless aunt will naturally reveal her flaws."

Vina shook her head. "We must cooperate with each other. Noah, I can only ask you for this matter."

"...Okay, I'll cooperate with you." Noah thought for a moment and nodded, "But Weiner, I want a promise from you."

"what?"

"I want you to come to Kjerag too."

Chapter 13: Reasonable

The first night in Kjerag was quite peaceful. Gray Hat did not attempt to invade the courtyard, because he probably understood that invading in front of Noya would be tantamount to seeking death. But no matter what, Noya was happy that nothing unpleasant happened that day - except that the mace left her side.

"I've almost forgotten the last time I woke up so quietly—" Noya didn't rush to get up, instead burying her head in the pillow. Her silver hair covered the sheets, a few strands sticking up unruly, swaying gently with her breathing. A thin blanket draped over her body. She had a natural ability to maintain a constant body temperature, so a thick blanket was useless. Even if she slept soundly, she wouldn't catch a cold. Perhaps because she hadn't slept well the night before, the blanket was twisted and distorted beyond recognition.

"Hmm..." A soft, nasal murmur echoed from the pillow. Noya's ears drooped. With great determination, she reached out and groped for the bedside table, but knocked over the glass. In the moment she fumbled to catch it, she quickly reached out and used her gray matter to absorb any spilled water, preventing it from soaking the sheets.

Gray matter—it’s so useful.

She finally got what she wanted from the bedside table. It was her terminal, which was provided to her by Rhodes Island for easy communication. She looked at the time and it was already eight o'clock in the morning. This time was already very late for Noah. If necessary, she could even get up at four or five o'clock, but there was no need for this when she was on vacation.

Well, at least she still thought she was on vacation—

Using a pillow to prop herself up in bed, Noah used her fingers to check the terminal screen and called up the chat history between her and the doctor which lasted late into the night. She couldn't help but yawn. She had basically shared all the discussions between her and Vina with the doctor, and the doctor was simply a workaholic. He had slept very late like her last night, but as soon as Noah came online, the doctor immediately sent her a revised plan.

Does this person sleep or not?

Noya curled up on the edge of her bed, her tail dangling against the wooden floor. Morning light filtered through the slits in the curtains, illuminating her left toe, unconsciously hooked on the laces of her slipper; the other toe had long since been kicked somewhere else. She blinked at the screen, but her nose was already scented with the sweet aroma of baking bread from downstairs. She involuntarily shrugged, and her stomach growled.

She climbed out of bed, walked barefoot on the cool tiles, and slowly came to the counter. She scooped a spoonful of instant coffee powder into the cup. While waiting for the hot water to boil, Noah replied to the doctor about the plan. She was very good at doing two things at once and she would never make mistakes. She added hot water and stirred it evenly. The hot coffee immediately ignited Noah's still slightly tired heart.

Noah took a picture of the coffee he had brewed with his terminal and sent it to the doctor, "Doctor, you should also make sure to rest and eat a good breakfast."

By the way, I added that I had temporarily ended the conversation with the doctor.

She was wearing only a thin nightgown, not even underwear. Ever since she had gray matter to regulate her body temperature, she was completely immune to colds. So she dressed for bed according to her own preferences. She'd come to the conclusion that sleeping naked was the most comfortable! However, sleeping naked could easily lead to embarrassing incidents, so she still put on a nightgown.

After making the coffee, Noah found a chair and sat down, drinking her coffee while swinging her snow-white legs - it was a very rare thing for her to have such a leisurely morning.

Washing is no longer necessary for her. The gray matter can ensure that even if she sleeps for several years, there will be no dirt on her body, including her teeth - she can breathe as sweet as orchid anytime and anywhere, and she won't even have dandruff.

After finishing her coffee, she stood up, changed into her pajamas, and walked downstairs. On one side of the stairs was a French window, offering a view of the courtyard. Noah happened to see Margaret finishing her morning exercise and returning to the room after wiping the sweat off her face. Seeing Noah coming downstairs, she naturally greeted her. "How did you sleep last night?"

"It's okay... just a little late. Margaret, when you make breakfast, are you still only able to make fried eggs and toast?" Looking at the breakfast on the table, Noah felt familiar. When she was still staying at Lin Guang's house, Margaret would occasionally make breakfast for her, but the recipe was exactly the same every time: a runny fried egg and toast with crispy edges.

I didn't expect that after so many years, Margaret is still like this——

"And a glass of hot pack animal milk," Margaret corrected. "It's healthy and good for you."

"——" Noah didn't think that she needed to worry about diet with her current physical condition. No matter what it was, the gray matter could handle it well. But since Margaret said so, she didn't refute anything, but just sat down in her seat. She puffed up her cheeks and blew air on the toast. When the temperature of the toast was no longer hot, she reached out and grabbed the toast, and used two slices of toast to pick up the fried egg.

When she took the first bite, her ears suddenly stood up. There was a little egg yolk at the corner of her mouth. The edge of the toast was very crispy, and the poached egg inside was also seasoned and slightly salty. It was obvious that Margaret was quite good at cooking the toast and the poached egg. She licked the egg liquid from the corner of her mouth with her tongue and quickened her eating speed. She finished the toast and poached egg in her hand in two or three bites, and then picked up the hot beast milk beside her and drank it in one gulp. Finally, she put the toast crumbs on her fingertips into her mouth and sucked them with relish.

"good to eat."

Noah was very honest about food. The seemingly simple dishes were cooked and seasoned to her taste buds, which reminded her of the time she spent with Margaret.

"Thanks for the compliment." Margaret's lips curled up into a smile, "Just don't eat so quickly next time."

"It's not like I'm going to choke."

"Be careful not to get burned if you eat too quickly."

The atmosphere between Margaret and Noah was great, but Skadi, who was clearly there but didn't seem to fit in at all, felt very uncomfortable. Is this just everyday life for a married couple? Why do Margaret and Noah have such a good understanding in this regard, and their interaction is so natural...

Skadi ate the same toast and soft-boiled eggs as Noah, but it tasted like chewing wax. There was nothing she could do, she couldn't cook...

Rather, apart from combat, she's basically good at singing and electrical work...

Well… couldn't she just run the entire yard's electrical system at the same time? That was too abstract. Compared to Margaret, who could make breakfast for Noah, Skadi felt like an outsider—it was rare for anyone to be able to eat in such a sweet atmosphere. Skadi felt like she couldn't go on like this. She had to work a little harder. She couldn't just be a slacking little killer whale. Ultimately, she was afraid the pet position would be the only one suitable for her.

Skadi, who was thinking about these things uselessly, finished her breakfast in a few bites and asked, "Noah, do you have anything to do today? I'll go with you."

"Huh?" Noah was stunned. Speaking of which, Vina had asked him to make some noise last night so that the Gray Hat would focus on him. But specifically... what would constitute a big noise? "I haven't thought about it yet... uh... eh?!"

Noah suddenly clapped her hands. She thought of someone. If she came into contact with this person, she would definitely be noticed by the man in the gray hat.

"I've thought of it—we could go visit a dear friend."

-

"Are you sure?" Harold frowned and confirmed again and again.

"I'm sure." But the soldier in front of him had a very determined expression on his face, and there was no sign of joking at all.

"Tsk." Harold was speechless. He hadn't expected a dinner party like his to go awry. The venue, the people, everything was perfect, except for the drinks. "This is a tough one. You usually have so many ideas, but now you're out of ideas."

"Boss, this isn't my fault," the soldier said, feeling aggrieved. "You suddenly wanted to host a dinner, and it took a lot of effort just to clear out this place."

"After all, this is just a place to entertain ordinary foreign guests. It's still a bit lacking to entertain two important figures." Harold originally planned to invite Enchiodis and the Saint to a gathering together. However, to invite people of this level, every aspect must be perfect, especially the venue. He put a lot of effort into it... and in the end, he could only come to this kind of place.

"Well, I understand. We specially hired a chef from a nearby hotel, and thanks to our good relationships with the locals, we were able to buy some top-notch ingredients. But we really can't do anything about the wine." The soldier had done his best. If they hadn't been here so long, they probably wouldn't have been able to find a good chef... but no matter what chef they were, they were probably better than the local chefs in Victoria. The soldier turned around and pulled a bottle of wine from the ice bucket, pointing to the label. "These three bottles of [Snowland Spring 1095] are the best you can find around here."

"This wine...it's quite pleasant on the palate, and the aroma is quite complex." As a noble with considerable experience in wine, Harold praised both the taste and aroma of Snow Spring 1095. Unfortunately, since Kjerag doesn't produce red wine, this bottle of Snow Spring is still somewhat lacking. "But the layers are still a little thin, and the acidity is a bit off-balance."

In short - not advanced enough.

"Inviting someone of my rank is fine, but entertaining a leader... that's a long way off." Harold sighed. "But it's going to be too difficult for you to get any wine for a state banquet so quickly."

"It's only at times like this that you seem like a noble." The soldier curled his lips. This humble leader always made them forget that he was actually a noble. After all, he was too approachable and lacked a bit of prestige.

"After all, I have put in a lot of effort." Harold raised the corners of his mouth, but kept his tone as calm as possible, as if to say that although I am serious, I am only forced to do so.

But his arrogance was quickly punctured by his own soldiers. "Come on, everyone knows you love to drink, and you just made up an excuse to deal with the nobles."

"Alright, alright, go back, I'll figure out the rest." Harold rolled his eyes and gave the guy who mocked his superior a hard kick. This level of fighting was not uncommon anymore. Among this group of people, Harold had long been accustomed to the atmosphere of fighting.

"Captain, we've been here for a month now. The Kjerag people deeply respect their Saint and Enthiotis." But the soldier didn't leave. Instead, he reminded him, "I remember what you said—'We're just here for sightseeing.'"

The soldier didn't explain it clearly, but Harold understood it.

"You... don't think I called them here for the Hongmen Feast, do you? I'll smash the cup as a signal later?" Harold was speechless. "What do you think I want to do? If I really wanted to fight, I would have arranged an ambush for you long ago."

"That's what you said. Don't count on your brothers to save you if something happens." The soldier immediately laughed. It was obvious that these soldiers had adapted to this place. If they really fell out, they would probably be the saddest ones.

After all, Kjerag did make them feel a kind of feeling they had never experienced before...should they say it was warmth, or leisure?

For these soldiers who have never relaxed on the battlefield, being able to have a place like this for a break is really a rare thing. If possible, they just hope that this time can be as long as possible.

There was no need to worry about when they would face death. Although they were soldiers, veterans of hundreds of battles, they were still human beings...

No one likes to fight, and no one wants to encounter a cruel battlefield. If they can live in peace, who wouldn’t want it?

Harold certainly understood, and he didn't want to either.

He sighed, looking at the already decorated venue. "If I had known before I left, I would have asked my wife to bring the bottle of red wine we treasured at home."

However, even Harold probably didn't expect that a certain "Honorary Saint" whom he didn't invite had quietly come to the outside of the tent at this time and heard all these words. Noah's eyes rolled and he immediately had an idea.

"Wait a minute, Enya and Enthiotis are coming, so I might as well go with them - we're going to make a big move anyway, so we might as well bring Enthiotis and Enya along." Noah smiled. It could be said that the time, the place and the people were all right. He didn't expect Harold to be so cooperative and invite the two most important people in Kjerag to come to the banquet together.

This kind of opportunity, don't miss it--

"Margaret, please pass this on for me—although I haven't received an invitation, I heard that Lord Harold has invited Mr. Enthiotis and Ms. Enya. As a friend of both, I would also like to attend the banquet. I wonder if Lord Harold would allow me to bother you a little."

A wicked smile appeared on Noah's lips.

"Look, I'm just here to have a free meal, that's reasonable, right?"

Chapter 14: Brother and sister quarrel

"...ah...this...this...this...although I definitely don't mean to say you're not welcome, I still want to take the liberty to ask - why is Miss Noah here?" Harold had already prepared everything, even trimmed his mustache before coming out to greet them, but behind the two distinguished guests, there was an uninvited guest who greeted him with a smile, and this uninvited guest - well, you guessed it, it was Miss Noah.

"We met by chance on the road. I heard that Enya and Enthiotis were coming to visit, and I thought, since I'm somewhat of an honorary saint, it's okay for me to come and have a meal, right?" Noah replied with a smile. The reason she gave was indeed impeccable, but for some reason, Harold felt that there were some good intentions behind that smile.

"Indeed, we just happened to meet on the road. Did I bother you, Sir Harold?" Although Enya didn't know what Noya was planning, she was still quite cooperative. "If it bothers you, we can make an appointment another day."

"Lady Saint, Lord Harold invited us out of kindness. Such words are somewhat rude." Ensiodis lowered his head and said to Enya, "In my opinion, if this meeting cannot go ahead, perhaps we can also invite Lord Harold to a banquet at my manor. The Shivaash family has always been hospitable."

"No, no, no, of course not. Having another saint here will definitely be a great honor for me. I'm just worried that my hospitality is not enough to satisfy you three. Please come in first. It's windy outside." Harold also understood that no matter what Noah's plan was, he could not refuse her at this time. After the three entered the venue prepared by Harold, a pile of snow outside the door shook twice, and a black top hat emerged.

"Why is Noah Kyrielight here?"

The man in the gray hat shook off the snow on his body. He had just hidden in the snow. In order to hide convincingly enough, he even held his breath. For a battle-hardened agent, this level of concealment was commonplace, but he still felt that Noah's appearance was particularly strange.

He actually knew that Harold had hosted a banquet for Saint Kjerag and Kjerag's second-in-command, Enthiotis. It was better to say that Harold had no intention of concealing it. However, the name Noah Kyrielight was still too important. This name deserved attention no matter where it appeared. After gathering intelligence for a period of time, Gray Hat understood Noah's movements during this period - especially in Leithania. According to the description of local intelligence personnel,

[At the ceremony in Leithania, Noah wore the crown and walked into the Void Gate]

What happened next, no one knows.

And now, after disappearing for a while (the time he went to Dripping Village), Noya appeared in Kjerag again.

Does this have anything to do with Noah entering the void gate?

What happened to the Leithania incident and the crown?

Gray Hat knew that his colleagues in Leithania had done their best. That was Leithania, not a soft persimmon like Kjerag who was easy to bully. It was already an extraordinary performance for him to obtain so much information. In addition to Noa's matter, they also provided information that [the Witch King was suspected of being resurrected and was being attacked again]. Although the intelligence personnel were not sure whether the Witch King was truly resurrected, there was no doubt that the fully armed Twin Queens also entered the Void Gate and survived in the end.

In Leithania, the Witch King is probably the only one who can make the two twin queens fully armed and ready for battle.

Noa Kyrielight, who stirs up trouble wherever he goes, is unlikely to remain quiet after arriving in Kjerag. Not long after arriving, he already got involved in a banquet hosted by Viscount Harold and two Kjerag leaders.

Worthy of attention... Gray Hat made up his mind.

"Let's hand over the information to Duke Caister first..."

-

"Hey--"

Viscount Harold sighed. This was what they called complications. He hadn't expected that even though he had only intended to test the waters with good intentions, he would still be disrupted...

"Why are you sighing, Your Excellency?" Enthiotis asked with a smile. "Is Kjerag tiring you? Or is Kjerag's wine not to your taste?"

"Master Enchiodis... you misunderstood. I'm simply ashamed that I'm the organizer of this banquet, but I haven't been able to find good wine to treat you two," Viscount Harold quickly explained. "When I was feeling anxious, I thought of the bottle of fine wine I treasure at home, and I actually felt a little homesick."