Seeing Heather taking an attacking stance, [Little Prince] Hugo waved his hand:
"Don't rush to do it. I think we can have a good chat and even become friends."
"How can you see it?" Heather glanced at the murderous sword. The deification progress bar was [83%], which was still a little short of that.
"I know you are different from those losers who call themselves wandering outsiders."
The little prince pointed to Heather:
"You...have you ever encountered a world that is willing to accept you?"
Heather frowned slightly, could this be seen? The stranger who called himself the little prince in front of him was weirder than she expected.
The smile on the little prince's face remained:
"Ah, I can see from your expression that you must be thinking - can this be seen? Then I will teach you. Each foreigner's fire has its own unique beating frequency, but if this foreigner has been
If a certain world's will has accepted it, then its fire will be dyed with a unique brilliance. With this brilliance, even if you go to other worlds, the negative impact of the world's will on outsiders will be reduced. We care about such foreigners with a will as strong as steel.
People are called [travelers].”
[The Love of a Distant Star]... Heather touched her chest. Her blessing was much stronger than what the little prince said. Could it be because the world will of Final Fantasy World not only accepted her but was also her girlfriend?
Relationship?
After some reminders, Heather seemed to be able to feel that the fire burning in her chest was emitting a gleaming light. Through this perspective, she could see that there was a fire on the forehead of the little prince opposite, emitting a similar light.
"So, you are also a [traveler]."
Heather's curiosity aroused at this time, and she planned to get more information from the little prince. After all, it was difficult to obtain relevant information about outsiders, and it was rare to find a source now:
"From your tone, it sounds like you look down on wandering outsiders."
The little prince smiled and showed a natural expression:
"Yes. Those so-called wandering outsiders are basically a group of wastes who can't even find a place to stay. No matter how much waste they gather, they are just large wastes.
What's the difference between a stray dog who cries all day long to find a place that can accept him and is prepared to stay there forever and never comes out, and a stray dog who whines and wants to be adopted by humans?
Only strong people who have experienced being gently accepted by the world and then using their own strong will to break away from the constraints and embark on the journey again can be regarded as compatriots by us. Heather, we are the same kind of people, and I believe we can become very good friends."
The little prince seemed very candid in his speech. Archer and Lancer, who were frozen around and unable to move, seemed to be completely still. It was not known whether they could hear the conversation between Heather and the little prince.
"[We're waiting]? You...are not alone?" Heather was keenly aware of the meaning of the little prince's words.
"We spontaneously formed a mutual aid organization composed entirely of travelers, although the members are very few. If you want to join, I will introduce you to other members."
Sensing the subtle change in Heather's attitude, the little prince smiled even more:
"Even the [Life Tool], the Mutual Aid Association will try its best to help you get it. Of course, this depends on your own luck. After all, it is too difficult to find a [Life Tool] that suits you in the billions of worlds.
."
"Life tool?"
"Oh, those wandering outsiders are used to calling it a 'blessed thing'. It's a stupid name, isn't it?"
"It's okay, it's just a title."
Heather didn't want to discuss this too much and shrugged her shoulders: "The Mutual Aid Association, it sounds very powerful, does it have a name?"
"I can't tell you the name for the time being, not because of the so-called 'interesting', but because we can't tell the specific name of the mutual aid association to non-members. It's a mandatory confidentiality measure. There are so many strange powers in the world.
, it is inevitable that there will be alien abilities that attack 'names'. The real names of us outsiders are protected by fire, but other things are not within the scope of protection."
The little prince looked at the status of ARCHER and LANCER next to him, and there was a little surprise on the face of the immature child: "They are indeed world-famous [heroes], even the 'one-two-three wooden men' can't trap them for too long. Then.
,Have you considered?"
"It's hard for me to make a decision when I'm dragged into a strange organization so suddenly... So, can you tell me what the purpose of this mutual aid association is?"
The little prince shook his head: "Sorry, I have to wait until you join the association before I can tell you. However, we are basically hostile to the wandering outsiders. If we meet in the same world, we will expel each other."
Heather raised her eyebrows: "Is it just expulsion? I heard that there is a foreigner named 'Cosmo the Undefeated' who will kill wandering foreigners when he sees them."
"Ah, you have also heard of Mr. Cosmo, that's easy to handle. In fact, Mr. Cosmo is one of the members of the Mutual Aid Association."
The little prince tapped his chin with his finger, raised his head slightly and recalled:
"I remember that when we contacted the last world, Mr. Cosmo was still hunting down the wandering alien 'Night Shadow Buster', the kind that would not stop until he died. After all, Night Shadow Buster snatched a precious item from the mutual aid association.
It’s important…”
The childish voice stopped, because the little prince noticed that Heather's expression on the opposite side was solemn, and his fighting spirit was not only rekindled but even more fierce than before.
"Are you an acquaintance of Yeying Bastet? What a pity, I thought we could become very good friends..."
The little prince's body began to slowly levitate and rise and emit golden light, but he was still making his last effort to persuade Heather:
"Heather, maybe Yeying Bastet has some kind of fate with you, but please believe me, our mutual aid club is truly suitable for [travelers] like you..."
"No need to say any more."
Heather's voice was cold:
"Whether it is the Cup of Heaven or your ASSASSIN, I will bury it here with my own hands. The mission comes first. This is how a foreigner should behave, isn't it?"
Buster had a life-saving grace for Heather. If he ignores this kindness or even betrays it, then how can he have the face to go home and face his parents? Although there is no way to help Buster, he can kill him here.
The words of the little prince might be able to alleviate her pressure a little bit...
"Actually, I have always liked stories about you, Heather. It's a pity that I have to kill you here with my own hands, but there is no need to be nervous..."
Seemingly seeing through Heather's excuse, the little prince sighed softly. Then, as if he had completely changed his personality, he became as indifferent as a superior god: