A foreigner's journey

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."

"Why do you see it?" Heather glanced at the murderous knife. 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 ever met a world that is willing to accept you, right?"

Heather frowned slightly, can this be seen? The stranger who calls himself the little prince in front of him is weirder than he 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 tainted with a unique brilliance. With this brilliance, even if you go to other worlds, the negative impact of the world's will on foreigners will be reduced. We care about this kind of foreigner 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 the Final Fantasy world not only accepted her but was also her girlfriend? Relationship?

After some advice, Heather seemed to be able to feel the fire burning in her chest emitting a gleaming light. Through this perspective, you can see that there is 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 ​​that cries all day long to find a place that can accept it and is prepared to stay there forever and never come out, and a stray dog ​​that whines and wants to be adopted by humans?

Only strong people who have experienced being gently accepted by the world and who use their strong will to break free 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 could be 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 at a standstill. 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 is considered 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 people' can't trap them for long. Then. ,Have you considered?"

"It's hard for me to make a decision when I'm pulled into a strange organization so suddenly... So, can we tell you 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 and the wandering outsiders are basically hostile. 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 a member 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 Bastet', the kind that would not stop until death. After all, Night Shadow Bastet snatched a precious item from the mutual aid association. It’s important…”

The childish voice stopped, because the little prince found that Heather's expression on the opposite side was solemn, and his fighting spirit was not only rekindled but also more intense 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 more words."

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 ignored or even betrayed this kindness, how could he have the face to go home and face his parents? Although there is no way to help Bastet, if you kill the little prince here, maybe you can slightly relieve her pressure...

"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, it was as if he completely changed his personality and became as indifferent as a superior god:

"I'll make your death as happy as possible."