Chapter 6: Bon Voyage
The man laughed at Yuka's retort. "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" he asked coldly, shifting his position but keeping the gun aimed at Yuka.
Yuka, who had been facing away, now turned around, casually responding, "If you kill me, there'll be no one left to fix your ship."
She unblocked the butler's voice, which was as noisy as ever.
The butler blared, "He has a gun! He has a gun! Master, don't be rash!"
Yuka replied, "I know."
If not for the gun, she would have taken them down one by one already. She despised firearms, a product of the technological era. In her previous life as a warrior, she preferred the sensation of fist-to-fist combat, or the skill and strength required in melee weaponry.
Remembering how satisfying it was to beat those arrogant warriors... well, she wasn't as much of a jerk anymore, at least not to the extent of mocking her defeated foes.
Dodging bullets was possible for her, but it was too troublesome and risky for the others on the ship.
Returning to the task at hand, Yuka asked the man, "You haven't answered my question. How did this happen?"
The man stared at her for a few seconds. Unable to see her expression through the helmet, he wasn't sure if she was mocking him or genuinely asking. Testing the waters, he asked, "Why do you want to know?"
"How can I fix it if you don't tell me what happened?" Yuka bluffed confidently.