That night, just as the Script had predicted, Red naturally did not return to the team.
He truly left, without a trace of hesitation.
Liz waited outside the tent for a long time, and when Red still didn’t come back, she could only leave two angry words before stomping back inside.
The force of her steps was so strong it seemed as if the floor bore a grudge against her.
Letia didn’t enter the tent to rest.
Instead, she sat by the water, slowly removing the white stockings from her legs.
Her jade-like feet dipped one by one into the Frigid River, and her mind gradually cleared.
The Script that suddenly appeared in her mind hit her like a tidal wave.
Though she desperately wanted to doubt its truth, Letia’s subconscious told her that what she saw in her mind was likely to happen.
As a Dropout Stream Script, she and the others would sooner or later be dealt with one by one by Red.
Putting other things aside, her own ending was nothing short of tragic.
She did not want to die.
Having already died once, having lain in a sickbed for so long in her previous life, she understood all the more how precious life was.
“Come to think of it, did I ever do anything to offend Red?”
Letia lowered her head and began to reflect.
If she could redeem herself, maybe she could survive this cursed Script.
“Think carefully…”
Letia closed her eyes and recalled past memories.
Once, she forgot to bring underwear on a mission and borrowed Liz’s white silk stockings as a substitute, then framed Red for it…
Another time, she got hungry in the middle of the night, ate the Mousse Cake Liz had left in the fridge, and again blamed Red…
And yet another time, whenever it was her turn to wash the women’s clothes, she was too lazy and dumped the task on Red’s shoulders—not just once or twice…
Hiss… damn it!
How could I be so mean?
The more Letia thought, the more frightened she became.
Of course, even without these things, she probably wouldn’t have escaped fate.
After all, according to the Paradox of Nobita and Fat Tiger, when Nobita is bullied, it seems there are four choices: watch, mediate, side with Fat Tiger, or side with Nobita.
But in reality, the first three are actually helping Fat Tiger; only the last truly helps Nobita.
Unfortunately, Letia had just been an indifferent bystander…
The Script would never let her off.
“Sigh~ The future is so bleak…”
Just as Letia sighed, footsteps sounded behind her.
It was Liz.
The female knight, still somewhat upset after returning to the tent, had come back out for some fresh air.
“Letia? You’re still not asleep?”
Seeing Letia sitting by the water, Liz’s expression showed surprise.
“Not yet, I’m going to shower first and then sleep. But Captain, are you really going to kick Red out?”
Before Letia even said anything, Liz’s face flushed red at the mention of Red—she was clearly furious.
“What do you mean I’m kicking him out? He just doesn’t know what it means to be cherished! I gave him the chance to join our Adventurer team—you know how many people want to join. If we wanted, he wouldn’t get a chance to stay till death!”
Seeing Liz stubborn as a mule, her glabella darkened, Letia couldn’t help but sigh.
The Omen of Death is flashing above your head, girl.
“So? Are you planning to kick Red out?”
“He’s the one who wants to quit. What does that have to do with me?”
Liz crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
“When we get back to the Adventurer Guild tomorrow, I’ll cancel his spot on the team and find a new member. There are so many adventurers looking for jobs out there; if he won’t do it, there’s plenty of others who will.”
“Sigh…”
Watching Liz dig in her heels like a stubborn mule again, Letia sighed once more.
Sure enough, something like a Script could never be casually changed.
No matter how earnestly she tried to persuade Liz, it was all in vain.
“Then how about you, Letia? What do you think of Red?”
“Me…?”
Letia pointed to herself.
“To be honest, I haven’t interacted much with him, so I’m naturally not as familiar as you are.”
That was the truth.
In her previous life as a man, and even now as a girl, Letia had little interest in men.
Due to hormonal influences, she also had no feelings for women.
Red wasn’t bad looking—in fact, he was a bit handsome—but Letia had no feelings for him.
If he weren’t a teammate, she wouldn’t bother interacting with him.
To put it plainly, it was like being in the same class with someone you see every day but remain strangers nonetheless—not friends.
However, one undeniable fact was that Red was indeed a good teammate.
During expeditions, he did everything he could.
As a Great Magician of Creation, he was the best front-line tank and logistics officer in the team.
In daily life, he took care of his own and others’ needs meticulously.
He did all he could, but unfortunately, just like work, no matter how hard you hustle, the boss will always see it as your duty—not a reason to give you more rewards.
So, if Letia were to describe Red’s impression of her…
It would be summed up in two words—good man.
“You don’t know Red like I do…”
Before Liz could continue to ramble, Letia interrupted her.
“Captain, you should get some rest. Maybe Red just went out to clear his head. He’ll definitely return to Nightbright Town; perhaps we’ll meet him there. Maybe when he sees us, he’ll come back.”
“Who cares?”
Liz said coldly.
“If he wants to come back, I don’t want him here. This isn’t a place where he can come and go as he pleases.”
“All right, all right, go get some sleep. I’m going to shower too. Captain, you’re not going to complain while watching me shower, are you?”
After pushing Liz back into the tent, Letia returned to the water’s edge.
At that moment, dense lines of text and extremely vague memories flashed through her mind again.
“Huh? This is…?”
She paused.
According to the Script that had just appeared, Letia saw something interesting.
Like most Dropout Stream Scripts, after the male lead leaves the team, he always meets a white moonlight who heals his body and soul, forming a stark contrast with his former teammates.
Red was no exception.
After leaving Liz’s team, he met his own white moonlight on the bridge in Nightbright Town.
From the vague memories, Letia knew that he had met a nun dressed in white.
A White Nun who understood him, helped him out of his past shadows, healed his soul, but who was always out of reach.
Suddenly, Letia’s eyebrows lifted mischievously, and the corners of her mouth twitched upward.
She had a very bold idea.