Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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The next news they received was that all the infiltrators had been eliminated. The FBI personnel did not react to this at the moment and left after staying for fifty minutes.

"...It seems we need to rethink our next move."

Looking up at the highest point of the mall, where the "Marquis de Tuscany" was located, Dandrei said nothing more and silently left the mall. The cleaning team would take care of the rest of the work.

......

"Finally, add a touch of perfume... Done! Look, doesn't it look brand new?"

When Melper's figure disappeared from the dressing mirror, Yingque was surprised by her own appearance for the first time.

"You look so beautiful, Yingque! Your makeup is even better than I expected!"

Grina immediately moved closer, kneading the fluffy fabric of the coat, while Wa-chan stood behind Ying-que, scrutinizing her closely...

"Really... I should be glad you weren't dressed like this when the Commander was around... No, why am I saying that... Anyway, you really are beautiful!"

Her simple makeup and smooth, long hair, needing no jewelry, were already exquisite. The black dress paired with the black fur coat provided by Melper suppressed her elegance under a low-key manner, creating an indescribable sense of majesty for this quiet and reclusive girl. The dark gold pattern complemented her eye color perfectly.

"Hmm~ It would be even more perfect if her eyes were a bit colder."

The three people's sincere praise made Yingque feel awkward. Instead of achieving the cold effect that Melper had described, it made her feel somewhat embarrassed.

She is very beautiful, but when have I ever seen myself like this? It sounds strange, but it is true.

690 was more lively than I expected.

Just as she was about to avoid the mirror, Melper patted Yingque's shoulder again and gently pressed her into the chair.

"Are you planning to wear this home? It'll definitely turn heads."

"Uh, no... I still don't like being too flashy..."

"Alright then, I'll keep this outfit for you, and I'll bring it to you personally when you need it."

"Well... okay..."

Originally, Yingque did not want to accept such an expensive dress, but Melper did not seem to give her a chance to refuse, so she had no choice but to ask her to store it in the store temporarily.

Grina nudged Wajang again with her hand: "She's a VIP guest on her first visit, why don't you go change into some new clothes now?"

"Me? What would I be here for?" Wa-chan feigned indifference: "I have my own dress, I don't need any special custom-made items."

"Oh, then I won't give you a back door on the top floor next time~"

Grina shrugged and was about to leave when Wa-chan grabbed her again: "Uh... coming once in a while isn't a bad thing..."

Seeing her best friend like this, Grina was both amused and exasperated. If even buying clothes had to be done like this, how could she possibly get a share of the pie with the bunch of monsters around the commander?

Well, maybe the commander just likes this kind of thing...

After Yingque finished changing, Melper carefully put away the dress and coat. At that moment, a Nieto returned to the shop and bowed to Yingque, saying, "Miss Yingque, Miss Grinna, good evening."

"Good evening~"

"Uh, good evening..."

Then, he turned his gaze to Melper: "Marquis, the cleaning team has completed all their work."

“Hmm, well done,” Melper nodded slightly, then handed a coin to the other person: “Go find Morido.”

The exchange of coins appeared very solemn. After the girl took the coins, she bowed again and then silently retreated until she disappeared around the corner from the store's view.

It's strange, are there really so many rules and etiquette among the staff of luxury stores? Ying Que was a little puzzled.

But everyone knew what this meant...

"Then let's go, Yingque, we can go home now."

Melper draped a grey down jacket over Yingque, and the shop assistants also presented the three of them with scarves. Grina and Wajang seemed to be used to this process and did not have any questions.

She looked at Melper and asked, "Are you planning to close up shop now?"

"Well, we can only serve a limited number of customers each day, but Yingque, you gave me a pleasant surprise, and I'm very happy."

The composed and elegant gray-haired woman put on her scarf and coat, and smiled, saying, "What we need to do now is go back and get a good night's sleep, isn't it?"

"Um..."

We've certainly spent enough time wandering around tonight; it's time to go back to sleep. Otherwise, everyone else will be worried about our whereabouts, given how chaotic White Eagle is these days.

However, in reality, everyone knows exactly where Yingque is...

......

Along the way, various Nieto squads monitored and followed them from the shadows. With the close protection of Wa-chan and Melper, they encountered no danger and returned to the bar safely. The familiar residents were still gathered there, and they once again gave Ying Que a warm welcome.

Who wouldn't like a bar owner and a friendly boss?

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't beat this guy!"

Mantico spat "saliva" into his hand, making a move to prepare for another round, but Morse across the table expressed his disgust: "...Even though you are mechanical, I have to say, you are still a bit disgusting."

"You've already been injured, why would you care about this? Hurry up and lend a hand!"

"Damn it, how many times have I told you, if you cause trouble here again, I'll have Nemesis rip your head off and throw you back into the company dormitory!"

Natia forcibly pinned the drunken Mantico to the ground, and Hecate took the opportunity to squat down in front of Mantico: "Aren't you afraid that when Rhine comes back and sees you like this, he'll have the boss and I remove your taste module?"

"Uh, never mind then..."

Meanwhile, Morse, the dealer, remained unchallenged. Mantico, the seventeenth challenger of the night, couldn't even last five seconds against Morse. Fueled by alcohol and with Yingque absent, the entire bar erupted into chaos.

All of this naturally came to an end after Yingque returned.

"..."

"..."

The two sides looked at each other, hesitant to speak, while Melper and Grinna watched the show from behind Yingque, suppressing their laughter.

"Uh, it's okay, you guys continue?"

Ying Que spoke first, but the others didn't continue to make a fuss like before. They all returned to their seats and chatted quietly.

It always gives me the feeling of the homeroom teacher making a surprise inspection of the class...

After all, he's the boss. Although he's not arrogant, people still have to be a little wary of him.

Yingque didn't say anything more. Before heading up the stairs, he gestured for everyone to keep their voices down and then left.

......

"The princess dislikes noise. As the one who started this, shouldn't you say something?"

Nekitia, who had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, finally spoke, but her first words were sarcastic.

Morse frowned slightly, glanced at Mantico still lying on the ground, and silently pushed the drink away: "I'll think about it later..."

I really drank too much today. I forgot that the princess doesn't like noisy environments. Today I even led the way in stirring up trouble, which is no small matter.

Well, it was actually a minor matter, and Yingque didn't take it to heart. However, Morse's old-fashioned approach, coupled with Nekitia's hints, made him increasingly uncomfortable, so...

"Bishop, why not take this opportunity to get close to the princess and teach her about the concept of the Reverse Kabbalah Factor?"

Carmen, also a member of the band, came around from behind the bar to Morse's side and offered her advice.

This is exactly what Morse has been considering lately. Perhaps letting the princess master her own power as soon as possible would be beneficial to her health later on?

but......

"For the princess, is it possible that accepting so many unheard-of concepts, especially those that are happening to her, will have the opposite effect?"

“That depends on the princess’s fate,” Shina shrugged. “Sooner or later, she will have to face it. After all, what’s the point of getting close to Mr. Luo if she can’t get over this hurdle? However, the bishop can selectively tell the princess some facts, avoiding mentioning Mr. Luo’s actual work or something…you know what I mean.”

"..."

By omitting Mr. Luo's job duties... it's still equivalent to not telling her anything. How much can the princess bear now?

That seemingly happy demeanor is really hard to trust...

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......

The following evening, Morse appeared in front of Yingque's door and stood quietly. As a bishop who had fought countless battles in the past, she rarely felt so uneasy. Even enemies beyond her comprehension were no more terrifying than an ignorant young girl.

Old-fashioned, conservative, but principled – that’s how people used to describe me. Now it seems that they weren’t wrong. It’s ridiculous that I’m still troubled by this kind of question.

"Well then, that's all for today. I'll be leaving now."

A woman's voice came from inside the room, and the door opened in response. The woman in the black dress who came out was also stunned for a moment, clearly Morse's appearance was not what she expected.

Morse remembered her; she was one of the new residents who had arrived at the bar yesterday. She seemed to be called the Shrike, a small bird of prey, the Piercer—quite an interesting name. He wondered if they were truly capable of fulfilling that role...

"What...is there for you?"

Juno also remembered this white-haired woman who didn't look friendly; it was she who had pinned Vulcan to the ground, although she was more friendly to Yingque.

The thought of dealing with these strangers immediately brought a sense of unease to Morse: "I just want to talk to the princess, nothing more."

...Princess, Yingque? That's really baffling.

"She's inside."

"Thank you."

After giving a polite reply, Morse went straight into the room and didn't linger with Juno any longer.

"..." Given the unclear attitude and the fact that Paradis did not show any obvious hostility towards these unknown guests, it is best to remain vigilant.

......

When I entered the room, Yingque was arranging a basket of brand-new flowers. The arrangement was obvious and well-organized, making it easy to understand that she had recently been experimenting with an art called "flower arranging." Perhaps the shrike I had just seen was her mentor.

These flowers seemed to have cheered her up quite a bit; at least a smile could be seen on her face.

Morse couldn't help but feel happy about it.

But Yingque seemed to only then notice Morse entering the room. When she turned around, she showed a similar stunned expression to Juno. She then composed herself and sat on the edge of the bed, just like the melancholy, sickly beauty in her memory.

"Um, hello Morse, I didn't expect you to come."

"It's nothing, just a sudden thought, don't worry about it."

Seeing that Yingque still hadn't looked up at him, Morse thought for a moment, then slowly stepped forward...

"Princess, perhaps this title feels abrupt to you..."

She knelt on one knee before him, looking at the girl in front of her, her eyes showing a rare tenderness that was hard to hide behind the fierceness contained in those scars.

Ying Que shook her head and said, "I still don't understand why you call me princess?"

"Because he chose you, or rather, between machines and life that transcends the mortal body, only your purest flesh and blood could be chosen by him to be the king's wife, and naturally a princess... Forgive me for being used to my old style of speaking."

It looked like a bitter smile. It was the first time Yingque had ever seen such an expression on her face. Why?

"Wang? You mean...?"

“Yes, he’s just like you right now, completely unaware of most of the situation, but you’ll understand sooner or later,” Morse nodded, brushing aside a stray lock of hair from his temple. “Now it just needs a trigger, and although the process will be somewhat convoluted, and although I’ve become a sinner, I will still accompany you to the very end…”

The girl's doubts continued to grow. Morse knew that saying more would be pointless, so he cleared his throat and said, "I've said too much. Now, let me tell you why I'm here."

"Ah."

Fortunately, she didn't get entangled in her own words that came from her feelings, which was good; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if she had pressed for details.

Have you been experiencing any physical discomfort lately? For example, dizziness, blurred vision, or seeing unusual things?

Yingque didn't seem puzzled by this seemingly profound question: "My physical discomfort is better than before, but it still comes occasionally. As for my vision... I don't seem to have any problems lately, but rather, I've noticed some abnormal things..."

After saying that, she raised her hand and pointed to the ground, to an area shrouded in shadow due to the curtains.

Morse looked in the direction Morse pointed, and in the shadows, a black arc appeared, rising vertically to the floor and continuing to extend upwards...

"Oh my god......"

Damn it, how did it get to this point so quickly?

Her pupils dilated suddenly, and a certain emotion instantly invaded Morse's mind. She hurriedly stepped forward and stepped on the curved arc. Strangely, the arc had a solid form and could actually be stepped on by Morse. Even with Morse's strength, it seemed difficult to step on it.

Once the curved arc had completely disappeared from sight, Morse immediately came to Ying Que and put his hand on her shoulder: "Have you been having any worries lately? Or have you encountered any unhappy problems? If so, you must tell me or someone else in time. Don't keep it to yourself, okay? It will make you feel better if you talk about it."

Tension, unease, and impatience—these were emotions that Yingque had personally experienced and was well-versed in, yet they all appeared on Morse's face at once. She hadn't expected it, and she was equally puzzled.

She looked at the white-haired woman in front of her, her expression indifferent: "Hmm? I don't seem to feel any obvious discomfort. What's wrong? What happened?"