Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1373 - 159 Ava Gets Angry Too

"Rattle rattle rattle." Saen stroked his bald skull, producing a series of rattling noises as if he were reminiscing, yet his tone carried a hint of confusion and puzzlement.

"I am Saen, the mighty Saen, a comrade of chief Loki in battle—well, at least I was while I was alive. You guessed correctly, I did participate in the Godslaying War and indeed, I died under Danacus’s strike." Shiela looked at Saen in surprise and eventually translated for him, "I was initially astonished that you understood that war, or rather that period of history, so clearly. According to what I’ve heard from some Undead of the Third Epoch, since the Third Epoch, the past of the Triclops has long been buried in history. Of course, after giving it some thought, I could understand it. However, you seem to be angry. Why are you angry?"

"Ha ha, ha ha, I’m not angry at all," Pannis chuckled dryly, suddenly rolled his eyes, and snorted coldly, "My family’s Ava is being surrounded and discussed by so many of you without any respect for her feelings. Shouldn’t I be angry? Ava."

"Mil Albert, the highest authority in the Goblin United Government, the last vice-chairman of the Goblin United Council during the Goblin Era, the last great Sage of the Goblin Era, the only one during the Goblin Doomsday Era who didn’t indulge in technology but advanced to a Demigod using a goblin’s body, is the most powerful goblin of the doomsday." Hearing Pannis call her name, the artificial girl, without turning to look at Pannis’s eyes, understood tacitly what he meant and stared coldly at the goblin Necromancer, Mil, stating emotionlessly, "Person in charge of the Life Science Research Center of the Goblin United Government, the main commander of the Rebirth Plan, the proposer of the Underground Shelter Plan, who suddenly fled the research center ten days before the great disaster under the pretense of a report back to the capital, afterward his whereabouts were unknown, suspected to have hid in the underground shelter, and eventually died in the great disaster."

"Err, I didn’t flee." Overwhelmed by the amount of information Ava had disclosed, to the point that Mil was past the point of being surprised about how she could know all this, a deep disquiet had taken root in his heart regarding the accusations of fleeing the research center, prompting him to immediately rebut the claim, "I really didn’t flee. Let me think back; my memory is a bit fuzzy. But I remember that at that time I suddenly had an inexplicable foreboding of unease, yes, an unease without any particular reason, always feeling that something was about to happen. But when I spoke to others at the center, everyone thought it was just nerves because our plan was nearing success, advising me to rest more, none believed my premonition. Worried about a major incident, I could only return to the capital to report to the United Council. Despite my efforts, the premonition was still not accepted, so I had no choice but to prematurely enter the underground shelter. Thus, I did not flee at all."

"Heh, just like the records state," Pannis squinted his eyes and said, "Goblins believe in themselves, trust in goblin technology, and refuse to believe in anything that can’t be explained by technology, including sudden premonitions, which is why..." He paused, "But believe it or not, the outcome is probably the same."

"Rattle rattle rattle."

"Saen says you are indeed all angry, both you and her," Saen made the rattling noise while Shiela translated for him, "But I still don’t understand why you should be angry; I didn’t even mention Sigein’s name... Ah, Sigein, now I remember."

The translation was abruptly interrupted as expected. Hearing the name Sigein deliberately mentioned by Saen, Shiela’s flickering form opened her mouth wide, her glow flashing erratically as if she might excitedly dissipate at any moment, and she stared blankly at Ava’s face, unable to speak.

"Pfft," Though she knew it was a very serious and solemn occasion, and they were discussing serious issues, Catherine couldn’t help bursting into laughter, covering her mouth. In the eyes of the knight girl, Saen and Pannis, the two strongest present and main representatives of both sides, were acting like squabbling children. They were exposing each other’s secrets, bullying each other’s friends—just like two bickering children, indistinguishable in behavior. Yet, both were utterly unaware of it, instead glaring at each other, faces grim, each pretending not to care, not to be upset.

With a "snap," the goblin sage, Mil, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if drained of all strength, legs giving way beneath him. His shriveled body trembled violently. Despite being an emotionally detached undead, he pointed at Ava with a complex expression, stuttering, "I, I, I remember now— You are Ava, right, Ava? Sigein, yes, Sigein. Where is she? Bring her out, let her come see me. Dead, they’re all dead, all dead."

"Pannis has been saying from the very start, I am Ava," the artificial girl stated emotionlessly, staring straight at the nearly chaotic Mil. "You want to see Sigein? You think everything is her fault? But even if you met her, what would you say? What could you say?"

"I... I want to ask her, why..." Mil’s voice faded as he spoke, eventually just heaving a sigh and despairingly saying, "Yes, what could I possibly say? She warned us in advance—it would be a very, very dangerous path. We ignored her warnings, even mocked her cowardice in our hearts, scorned her for underestimating our technology, haha, even if I saw her, indeed, I have nothing to say."

"Indeed, once you have an impression, the more you look, the more she seems to be the one. If you give her a... well, now there’s almost no difference at all," Shiela was saying when she saw Pannis nonchalantly pulling out a pristine ivory comb, starting to comb Ava’s golden hair, prompting a wry smile from Sheila but she could not help but ask: "Could she actually be Sigein’s daughter?"

"That’s a very complicated question," Catherine said, shaking her head. "You could say yes, or you could say no. Explaining it would take a long time. Let’s save it for another opportunity."

"Okay, but I have another question," Shiela looked puzzled at Catherine. "Regardless of whether she’s Sigein’s daughter, at least she’s a Triclops, right?"

Before Catherine could answer, Ava suddenly turned around, and it was then that Sheila saw that the Third Eye on Ava’s forehead had already opened, staring intensely at the ghostly woman.

"Phew, indeed also a Triclops, and living too," Sheila sighed, slightly displeased, "But didn’t you say there was a deep conflict with the Triclops?"