Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1269 - 55 Main Task

"I don’t think I have anything to say." As always, Pannis touched his nose and mumbled, "I’m standing here just to check out the idiot lying down there, what does it have to do with you, I just..."

"Remember what you said about Mr. Dillie playing dead back in the Forest of Death?" Freya leaned on Pannis’s arm, proudly saying, "That word was too complex for me to repeat, but according to your later explanation, it almost completely matches your behavior now. Hehe, no wonder you and Mr. Dillie are good friends; even the way you feel embarrassed is so similar."

"I’m not being tsundere, that’s totally different, okay?" For the first time, Pannis felt that dealing with a woman could be such a headache. He said with a pained expression, "I’m not embarrassed at all, not the slightest. I’m very normal now, more normal than I’ve ever been."

"You see, even your reaction when exposed is so similar to his, hahahaha." Her Highness laughed loudly and unreservedly, her joyous laughter making the distressed Pannis want to fiercely pinch her plump, round face, but that remained a fantasy, for the moment he planned to act, Her Highness seemed to sense the danger. She let go of his arm, twirled lightly a few times, moving beyond his reach, yet she still held his hand, consoling him like a child, "Alright, alright, Mr. Grumpy, we need to go now; we still have our main task to complete today."

"What main task? I think paying a visit to the green-skinned trickster is the most important task. I don’t know of any more important task." Pannis looked conflicted, yet he seemed very certain of what Freya was suggesting, more muttering than asking, as Freya pulled him back to her side.

Even though Pannis appeared quite reluctant, Her Highness was still extremely happy. She knew very well that if Pannis truly did not want to do something, no one could force him, just as no one could stop him from brewing secretive plans in his mind. Thus, his current behavior was more about the annoyance of being seen through, and as a smart woman, Her Highness surely wouldn’t be unhappy over such a little sulkiness, so she happily pulled Pannis closer, turned back to make a deep bow to Christo’s statue, almost silently, her lips moving to say her heartfelt words, "Teacher, thank you for lending me your land to express my thoughts. Maybe only knowing that you support me from behind gives me the courage to speak these words. Thank you, and I will surely visit you again... if there’s another chance."

"Let’s hurry up, you were rushing me just now." Pannis picked up some Rhea pine cones, throwing them one after another at Christo’s statue, all the while grumbling fiercely, "That’s for laughing at me, that’s for laughing at me, I’ll smash you to bits if you keep laughing, I’ll keep throwing."

"Don’t bully the teacher’s statue." Freya, not pleased, knocked the remaining pine cones out of Pannis’s hand. Although she knew this was their special way of expressing feelings as best friends, Her Highness still didn’t hesitate to stop him, pushing the struggling Pannis away from the statue, "Be careful, or someone might see and report you to the cemetery administrator. Then they’d hand you over to the city guard, and I’m not coming to bail you out."

"Then I’ll just break out of jail." Pannis struggled and said, "They don’t even know who I am anyway."

"Are you really a fool?" Freya said, half crying and half laughing, "Just think about how many people in the town guard don’t recognize you? Reflect on it, how much chaos have you caused in the town over the past two years? Your portraits are plastered all over every office in the town guard’s headquarters, otherwise why would our eldest sister have such a headache? Hmm, I’ve got an idea—if you keep causing trouble, I won’t wait for someone else to report you. I’ll go first and accuse you of desecrating the public cemetery sculptures. Then, when Uncle Ayrland comes knocking and complains to our eldest sister, you should know what’s coming for you."

"Hey, hey, now even you are using Catherine to threaten me? You never used to do this," Pannis complained loudly, "And don’t you feel like this is turning Catherine into some sort of extra terrifying creature? Usually when people scare children, they say, ’If you don’t behave, beware, the magical beast will come and eat you.’ In your subconscious, have you already thought of Catherine as some kind of carnivorous magical beast? She would cry if she knew." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Just because I didn’t do it before doesn’t mean I can’t do it now. I’m in an especially good mood today, so of course, I can make an exception," Freya’s gentle voice was filled with joy. "Moreover, our eldest sister won’t cry. Everyone knows that your favorite person to scare you with is Catherine. So if she finds out, she might actually be happier. How could she possibly cry?"

"Who would be happy being considered a carnivorous magical beast?" Pannis protested, "What kind of person would think like that?"

"I already told you, no one is making Catherine out to be a magical beast. Do you not understand the common language?" Freya exclaimed, irritated. "Fine, you’ve forced my hand. I’ve noted down this comment of yours. When I get back, I’ll tell her that someone has been adamant about linking her with a man-eating magical beast."

"I’m wrong. Please, you must forgive me," Pannis’s attitude changed drastically, "Please don’t do this, I’m not ready to join Christo just yet."

Amid their noisy dispute, the two figures drifted further away, gradually disappearing among the lush Rhea pines, their voices of joy and resignation fading until they finally vanished, leaving Christo’s grave once again enveloped in its usual tranquility. Oddly enough, the direction they left in was not where they had originally entered but toward the deeper parts of the city cemetery.

After a moment of silence, another figure slowly approached from afar, stopping before Christo’s sculpture. Looking at the two small white flowers placed on the grave, then gazing in the direction where the two had disappeared. The new visitor stood there without shifting their gaze for a long time, and after a while, let out a deep, worried sigh—a sigh filled with both concern and reluctance, but mostly, it was filled with helplessness.