My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 446 - 383: The Hug I’ve Been Longing For

The night is long.

Sparks crackle as they fly from the campfire, the flames flicker and dance, illuminating the contemplative face of the young girl.

They sit in silence, Sevia in front of the fire, pulling her gray robe tighter, cupping her hands before her mouth to breathe warmth into them.

Looking at the slender figure barely reaching her waist, the female soldier said helplessly, "So, are we just going to keep sitting here awkwardly like this?"

"I'm not very good at chatting with people," Sevia said.

To be precise, she wasn't good at chatting with people she wasn't familiar with.

"Is that so." The female soldier said sullenly.

After the young girl had treated her wounds and given her some herbal medicine that afternoon, she felt much better, apart from a bit of weakness, she felt refreshed and wanted to find someone to talk to.

But her previous attempts all ended in failure. This deep blue-haired girl seemed not too fond of communication, as silent as a sealed jar.

And it looked like she had experienced something not long ago, with a lingering aura of melancholy still enveloping her.

The atmosphere fell silent again; sparks flew out of the cave, and the land was shrouded in deathly silence. The starry sky, in contrast, was extraordinarily brilliant, cloudless and moonless, with stellar trails spanning the firmament like winding rivers, the sands at the riverbed glittering brightly.

A massive purple celestial body hung in the distant sky, eerie and enchanting, inviting one to unveil its mysterious veil. From the mouth of the cave, you could clearly see the cratered surface of the celestial body, and after gazing at it long enough, the scars seemed to be slowly writhing, staring back in return.

"You know, my homeland is an endless prairie. We, the Titan Clan, love to call it 'Tulatan,' which in Titan language means 'Place of Eternal Tranquility.'"

Sevia's gaze remained unmoved.

Hearing this, was there evidence of other civilizations outside the Wastelands, beyond the Kingdom?

Obviously so. The Wastelands were so vast that even if you took all the steel Nest Cities of post-human civilization and laid them out flat, they wouldn't fill the distance between just two of them in the vastness of the Wastelands.

Post-human civilization has explored less than a thousandth of this vast world underfoot and is already dreaming of breaking the bounds of the stars, to fly to a distant horizon.

"In Tulatan, every Titan of us takes care of a flock of Farmer Sheep before coming of age. These sheep grow robust when mature, and the leading ones are taller than even our Titan Clan's 'Hatan.' We usually carry 'Tanlu,' the place we live, on their broad shoulders."

"We have no fixed abode; wherever they graze, that's where our Titan Clan's home is."

As the female soldier spoke these words, she gazed at the distant, undulating mountains, as if behind those mountains hidden by the night lay her homeland, a boundless open field, with ashes blowing into her eyes.

When she saw the young girl lift her head, those bright eyes like a young deer's silently watching her, the female soldier smiled and continued.

"Usually, the goods carried by a caravan of Farmer Sheep are invaluable, capable of buying entire towns along the way, leaving many with a deep impression, which is why people of that time also called us the nation on the backs of sheep."

"These Farmer Sheep are gentle in temper. Even under heavy burdens, they plod on tirelessly behind the caravan, and only when the goods finally overwhelm them and they collapse like mountains on the ground do we realize that they've been bearing burdens far beyond what their shoulders could handle for a long time."

Sevia didn't speak, instead picking up a twig from the ground and adding it to the fire.

"Why are you telling me this?" After a long while, she asked.

The female soldier laughed, "Don't be fooled; those Farmer Sheep reach higher than hills, yet when they're young, they're no different from tender little lambs, like small white woolen balls, just small enough to hold in your palm."

"Yet, even in their small and fragile state, they never cry out for any hardship or pain, with eyes that seem forever inhabited by a resolute and unyielding god. If someone angers them, they'll headbutt that person's leg for a whole month without backing down, no matter how bruised they become from the whip."

"I see you as one of those little lambs, just as small, not even reaching my waist."

"Please don't make such boring jokes," Sevia said. "That's not funny at all, thank you."

The female soldier pouted helplessly.

"Alright, I admit, you're a bit aloof. Hasn't anyone ever told you it can be a bit stuffy being around you?"

"My name is Atula. My parents left early, and Grandma Hatan, who raised me, hoped my life would always embrace simplicity and peace, which is why she gave me this name. What's yours, want to be friends?"

Saying this, Atula extended her hand to Sevia.

Sevia didn't respond, only continued to write a letter on a stone seat, her expression calm and focused.

"Little lamb," Atula said, her face curious. "What are you writing?"

"Records," Sevia replied, "I'm documenting my travels and what I've seen. I've noted down everything you just told me."

"Moreover, I have a name, and I have someone I like. Please call me Sevia."

"Uh... alright." Atula was a bit embarrassed by the girl's aloofness, scratching her head awkwardly. "Feelings are sacred to us Titans too, like vows worthy of loyal safeguarding. I respect your emotions."

"You seem to be worlds apart from the one you fancy."

"Yes," Sevia smiled gently for the first time in a long while, "She's now very, very far from me. I want to document my journey's stories, to write them for her to see."

"And when you meet again, a spark in dry wood, rain after a drought?" Atula asked.

For some reason, a faint red swept across Sevia's face, and she glared at Atula quite spiritedly.

"Please don't say such rude and discourteous things again."

"If it happens again, this conversation will end right here."

Atula clasped her hands together, repeatedly apologizing.

"I just hope..."

Sevia lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

"She can hold me."

...

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Due to the prolonged siege at high-level locations in the city, the near-mad counterattacks by the Parasite series of monsters caused the player's forces to continually lose data points. The battle entered a relatively stalemate phase, and if this continued, it would take less than a week for this Three Tier main city to completely fall, repeating the debacle of the 'Golden Creatures Arrival Incident.'

After Silent Sequence's leader 'Smiling Knight' mediated the conflict between Assassin's Creed and Golden Navigator, all the guilds set aside past grievances to unite against the external threat, forming a Guild Alliance, choosing to hold a strategic meeting at the 'Fog Port' outside the city and establishing the allied forces' main camp there.

An hour before the meeting began, another meeting was already underway in full swing.

In the basement of the Fog Port Village tavern, the higher-ups and core members of Light Chasing Garden gathered here, their expressions solemn as they looked towards the blond girl draped in a coat, sitting at the head of the conference table.