Chapter 92 - A woman with a strange brain and ability
"Pfft."
"What happened, young master?"
There was another front seat within the train, and the girl seated there looked at her master, who suddenly chuckled. She felt confused and inquired curiously, as there was a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes gazing out the window.
"Nothing. Just thought about how some people overthink things."
Cruxius was noticeably calmer, especially after realizing how excessive thinking could lead people to predict their enemies’ movements—without realizing that the enemy might not act according to those expectations. Especially if the enemy already knows how smart you are.
It was like cautiously walking down a lane, thinking each step through, fearing that any moment a trap might open and become their grave.
"...I don’t understand, Master."
Darithi once again felt confused. Initially, when her master had booked two trains—the one they were in now, and another following behind in the same Zone Seven—she had expected him to use the second train for some sort of plan. But here he was, seated casually in this one.
She should have been on edge, afraid, especially because it was inevitable that this train was going to be attacked. Yet Darithi remained calm.
Mostly because of the purple-haired woman seated a row away, arms folded, gaze deliberately averted. She looked composed, though clearly distant.
Ytrisia. Or Volta.