Chapter 872 - 423: Othella Deeply Shocked (2)
That shouldn’t be the case, right? The captain looks quite honest.
Othella removed her clothes and placed them in the basket, looking at her reborn self in the mirror.
The skin that once faintly glowed with the Light of the Star Soul, sulfur, and flame’s bright red and deathly gray-black is now full of a rosy hue, not at all like the deceased.
It was only in recent days, even just yesterday, that all these things happened, yet it seems like a lifetime ago.
What should I do next? Perhaps I can really be like a normal girl, going around seeing things, experiencing what I never did, learning many things.
Excitedly grabbing the showerhead, she turned on the faucet directly, and the cold water made Othella swiftly move away, but immediately, she laughed aloud.
Everything is so real, yes, I’ve regained life, I’ve returned. Thank you, Lady Hestia.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, the young girl adjusted the water temperature to wash off the dust and dirt.
Thud, thud!
Heavy footsteps echoed outside the bathroom.
The Star Flower Travel Corps has a public bathroom, this the captain told Othella, making her a bit shy, although she heard there were partitions, so she wasn’t too worried.
Wait, partitions?
She suddenly realized that she seemed to have made a fatal mistake.
The footsteps outside didn’t sound like they belonged to a young girl but more like the captain, yet he was hurried, seemingly pressed by something.
As he approached, his panting breath, along with another young girl’s panting, also became audible.
Are they...?!
Without time to think, Othella quickly hung the showerhead and dove under the water in the bathtub.
Though regaining life, her half-undead nature allowed her not to breathe.
Li Ang entered the room holding Andasu, noticing the moisture in the bathroom but not questioning why some water was present since Dorothy often snuck in to use it as her private bathroom after getting the keys,
Their game hadn’t ended yet but was long in its final stage, still lingering due to the heat of romance.
Hastily discarding the few remaining pieces of fabric upon entering the captain’s room, the two’s burning embers were not quenched by splashing water, rather they spread more.
The rising peculiar fragrance overpowered the scent of the bubble bath, making the steam-filled room even more bewildering.
"Ah... Master..."
The White Wolf suddenly twisted tightly.
"Did I use too much force? This hand is still a bit difficult to control."
Li Ang released the ruby from the snow field.
"No, no problem... it’s fine like this."
The beast-eared maiden pressed her lips together, her tail moving slowly, unsure whether from the weight of wetness or her boundless affection’s gentle entanglement.
Ah wah wah wah wah wah wah!
Othella felt like her half-undead presence was about to dissipate.
Can I just die, let me die now, let my soul scatter!
She could find a place to hide away.
The problem was, now she herself was also light!
Her clothing was at the bathroom door, and a million times over, Othella did not want them to find her, but she couldn’t get there either.
She could pass through below the floor, but parts of her might show up in the lower half of the cabin, and even if no one was there, what if—what if someone came in, plus sneaking clothes would definitely be found, ugh ah ah...
I definitely picked the wrong place to be, yes, when I was flying around blindly, I truly can mess things up.
The young girl curled up in a corner of the bathtub like a shivering helpless little mouse.
Moreover, she had to listen to the indecent conversations of lovers which she could never imagine or relate to.
The despairing whimper and cries of the White Wolf accompanied the sound of the shower, not alone.
"Look ahead; you can see yourself now in the mirror," Li Ang said.
"No, Master, don’t bully me like this..."
"But your reaction doesn’t seem to lie."
An overload of information sent Othella into a faint.
She didn’t know how long, but upon awakening, she saw the captain helping that white-haired beast-eared girl rinse off; they weren’t there for a bath nor bothered checking the bathtub, thus not discovering her.
Greatly relieved, Othella stood still, waiting for the two to exit without barriers, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, having survived this ordeal.
Carefully revealing only her head above the floor, she floated below the floor, pronto to shrink back if any part exposed to the lower room.
Several minutes later, she reached the bathroom door and retrieved her garments.
Outside, Li Ang escorted Andasu, then seated himself at the desk.
Seems safe temporarily; the captain won’t enter the bathroom.
Absolutely, definitely, can’t let him discover!
Among countless reasons not to be found, one Othella contemplated was whether he genuinely had the ability to consume a girl completely?
Hastily donning clothes, but just halfway dressed, the captain’s room was knocked on again.
"Hello, Captain, I’m here to borrow the bathroom~"
The half-elf hummed a tune, hopped inside, and perched upon the desk.
Oh my god! Yet another!
Othella fell backward.
But being undead, she couldn’t fall, only her body’s control was seized by shock.
Quickly unfolding the fabric at hand to cover herself, but as force exerted, they scattered into starry light and residual flame.
Ah.
Oh right, my body is condensed from the Light of the Star Soul, so is the clothing.
Reborn as undead bound by Molten Mountain Star Soul’s power, each part of Othella’s body is constructed from subconscious memories left in spirituality.
Upon exerting force, the clothes counted as power’s manifestation immediately shattered into starry specks.
There’s good news here, she can wear whatever she wishes in the future.
But bad news too, she currently hasn’t time to think about it, crucial is manifesting clothes now! Transforming from undead to half-star soul, she’s unable!
"Borrow? You seem quite natural, treating my room as your home long ago." Li Ang spoke outside to Dorothy.
"Sniff sniff."
The half-elf twitched their nose: "There’s something off, a fox was just here."
"Really? She just came to report the mechanical engineer’s learning progress; if you’re using it, I’ll clean the bathroom first."
Li Ang pretended to be serious, walked towards the bathroom.
Othella, not considering anything, sprang to the mouse-only spot.
"Hey, you can’t hide from me."
The half-elf followed closely after the captain’s steps,
"Oh, the fragrance grows stronger near the bathroom, plus cleaning needed? You guys play quite keenly."
With a cynical sour tone, Dorothy, causing Othella in the corner to nearly go crazy.
I’m not here for this kind of show. Boohoo.
She listened to Dorothy and Li Ang’s verbal duels interspersed with intimacy, unsurprisingly that led to eventual candor.
Moreover, it shattered her perspective because not a typical way he and she went, through conversations she discerned more chaotic volition than the shy pilot girl before, doing it merely compelled by circumstances yet still joyously captive.
None forced, each liked the captain; he truly was capable.
Othella had become stupefied from the impact, though fortunately second play’s prolonged time reached dinner, stopping the imminent bathtub romance to face other members seriously.
What kind of place is the Star Flower Travel Corps, and why does even the Sky Cavalry seem odd, or is it particularly unique here? The outside world indeed has deeper dimensions.
Anala, I’ve begun learning new things.
Taking the dinner hour when members left rooms, gathering together, Othella felt less concern about being seen, despite near breaking from embarrassment, zipped back to her room like a phantom.
She immediately called out Mesa and others, whose survival as Purgatory Spirits relied on frequent interaction.
Othella found their efficiency at utilizing Light of the Star Soul higher, surpassing hers sometimes; only through Lady Hestia’s relations did she maintain such enhanced status.
Under Mesa’s guidance, she soon discovered methods to reshape outer attire, shrinking when addressed by ALulu, sitting at the table, afraid to look anyone’s way.
No more uncallous running in future, especially avoiding the captain’s quarters. The girl resolved internally.