Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 237 - 059. Aerial Interception

Chapter 237: 059. Aerial Interception

——Spirit Medium.

Gina felt her heart and lungs come to a sudden stop, a chill rushing up her spine, her back drenched in cold sweat; without another word, she turned and moved away.

No wonder no one interacted with her, no one wanted to stay with a freak who had been talking to the souls of the dead since childhood.

Snap.

Yawen closed her combat manual, rechecked her weapons, and sat upright in the cabin seat, waiting quietly. A burst of turbulence made the transport plane tremble slightly, and the ash-filled small bottle on Yawen’s chest swayed—then, in the next moment, the apparition of a four- or five-year-old girl slowly appeared beside her.

’You clearly didn’t want to join the battle, so why are you here?’

"Desca?"

Yawen turned her head in surprise. In her eyes, the girl’s black hair hung to the floor, leaning lazily against the wall; her thin frame and her gold-green eyes glanced at Yawen:

’What? Shocked, are you?’

"This place is dangerous, it’s a battlefield. If the enemy’s spirit mediums discover you, you could be..."

’You know the dangers, so why do you step in here?’

With her chin propped up and in a childishly mature voice, Desca said:

’If you’re afraid of dying, then don’t come to war! You and I, we’ve both died once, do you want to die again?’

"I don’t want to fight, Jiajia." Yawen explained, turning her head to look forward, choosing her words carefully, she continued: "This isn’t a just war; it will only cause harm to the Frost Plated People and the Grantians."

’Then why did you come here?’ Desca complained: ’If you know it’s wrong, don’t come.’

"Because I am a Frost Plated Person." Yawen said.

’Living people are such a hassle, bound by all sorts of things.’ Desca played with her own hair while a woman passed right through her feet, not noticing a little girl sitting there.

A brief silence fell between the two, eventually broken by Desca.

’Yawen, you are such an idiot.’

Desca said:

’Even without you, the battlefield won’t have one less person, you are just cannon fodder. If you dislike this unjust war and still step into it, isn’t that contradictory?’

"I had no choice." Yawen clutched the corner of her sleeve, lowered her head, and said gravely: "I must rescue Dad, only by continually partaking in high-risk missions can I be promoted sooner, only Dad can save Frost Plated, save these six hundred and seventy million people."

’What about the Grantians?’

"...As a Frost Plated Person, I can’t comment on former colonial matters." Yawen’s gaze shifted: "Anyway, if we don’t send troops, Frost Plated will face tough times ahead; prices will skyrocket, the most important thing is that our status as one of the Four Nations will be greatly damaged; if we don’t fight, allowing independence, other colonies will also think we are weak and use us as a target..."

’I didn’t ask for the view of the Frost Plated People.’ Desca pouted: ’Yawen, I’m asking you, what do you think?’

"I cannot betray my homeland, this is what Dad taught us."

Yawen placed one hand on her chest, saying this, she felt uncomfortable all over:

"If only the higher-ups could be more merciful, and the Grantians could give up resistance, reduce bloodshed and sacrifice, and offer the Grantians more autonomy, a fair trade agreement, that would be better than anything."

To this, Desca coldly asked:

’Do you believe it?’

Yawen fell silent.

’So it’s said, it’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, hard from luxury to frugality.’

Desca swung her legs back and forth:

’People from the wealthy Four Nations, even a small rise in grain prices frightens them—that’s nothing compared to the number of people starving in the Outer World and colonies.’

"This is unsolvable," Yawen said, "as long as there are people on the earth, war will eventually break out, whether domestically or internationally. If it isn’t stopped, significant problems will arise within the country."

’Yawen, is this truly what you want?’

Desca jumped off her seat, hands in her pockets, and approached Yawen. She lifted her hand and cradled Yawen’s cheek:

’Look at you, you’ve grown so beautiful, and clearly, you are not dumb, so why be so naive?’

Even though she was actually the younger sister, her long-term status as a Spiritual Body had made her more composed and mature than herself.

Yawen blushed and said softly:

"Desca—"

’But no matter what, I will protect you,’ Desca smiled. ’You are already an adult woman with your own independent thoughts. Whatever you want to do, as long as you do it with a clear conscience and the courage to face the consequences, I will support you all the way.’

’After all, you are the sister who lived on for me.’

Desca’s figure slowly vanished, leaving Yawen sitting alone in the corner.

"I..."

Yawen grasped her collar, speaking in a bewildered tone:

"I am committing unforgivable deeds, invading others’ homes, not to serve a government I wish to pledge allegiance to, but merely to consolidate national hegemony. Yet, I am a beneficiary of this hegemony... What should I do?"

"If I stay loyal to my own country, then I am betraying my conscience and morality."

"But if I stay loyal to my own sense of righteousness, then I betray my hometown and colleagues and friends around me."

Perhaps, as Desca said, I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Once you partake in this war, you can never return.

As Yawen fell into confusion, the pilot in the cockpit suddenly shouted:

"What is that?!"

Before his words ended, a loud explosion sounded beside his ear.

Boom!

"What’s happening? Why is there an explosion?"

The agents, who had been laughing and talking moments before, were instantly terrified. They quickly lay down by the window and looked out: a large transport plane had been cleanly split in two, spinning down toward the ground.

"The transport next to us has been hit. Is someone attacking us?!"

Upon hearing this, the agents were in uproar:

"What kind of joke is this! Where does Grante get airborne forces from?!"

The pilot also tried his best to maneuver the fighter jet, but the heavy fuselage made tactical movements impossible. He could only pick up the communicator to call the command center for help: "Osprey calling Ice Palace, Osprey calling Ice Palace! We are under attack by an unidentified airborne force; requesting fighter support!"

"Ice Palace has received your message, two Z-11s are on their way to the battle airspace. Hold on until we arrive."

"We’re already under attack—"

Before the pilot could finish, they saw a black and red shadow rushing straight at them.

"Aaaaah—boom!"

"Osprey? Osprey?"

Regardless of how Ice Palace called, they received no reply.

"There’s a problem with the situation. Order the fighters to take off immediately; the Grantians have anti-air measures beyond our intelligence."

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