svetikya Chapter 60 The Only Favoritism
Chapter 60 The Only Favoritism
Kaul walked slowly ahead with his hands in his pockets.
Beside him, Camilla bit her lip, lowered her head, and looked somewhat flustered. She was very conflicted. She loved Tiga, but Tiga's increasingly inexplicable feelings for her were also real.
At this moment, Camilla completely lacked her usual aura as the chief female warrior of the guard regiment, a cold and arrogant leader.
She was clutching the small box with the twisted bow tightly in both hands, and she looked like she was walking with great effort.
"Camilla." Caul glanced at her sideways and finally couldn't help but break the silence, after all, Camilla was acting too strangely.
"You're leading the way, and you're taking steps like you're walking to the guillotine, so I have to remind you to relax your shoulders. What you're holding in your hands right now is a lovingly prepared bento box, not a bundle of time bombs ready to explode at any moment."
Camilla stopped and turned around, her eyes filled with embarrassment and anger at being exposed.
"Shut your mouth! If it weren't for that guy Ultraman Tiga constantly getting on my nerves lately, I would never have believed this...this utterly absurd draft!"
She hurriedly raised the box in her hand, trying to use it to cover her face, which was already slightly flushed with embarrassment.
"In the past, when we fought against the Dark Lord's minions in R'lyeh, we never needed this kind of pointless action, because back then, only power was the sole proof."
"So you almost turned the whole of R'lyeh into ruins in the end." Kaul leaned against a stone pillar next to him.
"Life is not just about eliminating monsters and sealing away darkness, Camilla. If a great warrior opens his eyes every day and sees only endless battles, and closes his eyes and thinks only of the darkness of R'lyeh, then his heart will sooner or later be devoured by duty. The reason why Tiga is so loving to everyone is because he feels that it is a responsibility given to him by the light. But humans are not gods, and the light is not cold. What you need is to let him come down from the altar and feel the unique favor that an ordinary person should have."
Camilla was stunned by Caul's words.
Throughout these long years, she has been Tiga's comrade-in-arms from the very beginning, accompanying him as he went from an unknown warrior to a national idol.
But from some point onward, the man who used to get nervous when she suffered a minor injury began to look further afield. He looked at all of human civilization, at world peace, and at every civilian who cheered for him.
His gentleness was shared with everyone, but all that remained for Camilla were those unchanging grand vows of "we will protect everyone," while his selfishness was relatively rare.
However, she almost never heard Tiga say "I love you".
That sense of insecurity had tormented her for countless nights.
"The only...favoritism?" Camilla lowered her head, looking at the slightly warm little box in her hand. Hearing this, the strength in her body finally relaxed slightly. What she said was so true. This was exactly what she wanted to pursue.
"That blockhead Tiga...can he really understand these things? Every time he sees me lose my temper, he just drags me to the training ground and says, 'Camilla, do you want to vent a little?' He doesn't understand women at all."
Camilla's voice even sounded aggrieved at the end.
Kaul sighed and silently lit a candle for Tiga in his heart. This level of insensitivity to men would probably qualify him as a love black hole in the Land of Light.
"So this is the result of a lack of proper relationship guidance. Camilla, believe me, men always understand men best. Tiga isn't afraid of you whipping him with your light whip because in his logic, that's just sparring and training. What he's afraid of is this kind of gentleness that he's completely bad at and can't explain with fighting."
Caul blinked and pointed towards the hall:
"Now, take a deep breath, grab your secret weapon, let's go to the hall. It's time to show them what the boss's gentleness is all about."
Camilla took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, and finally, a resolute expression appeared on her somewhat stiff face.
"Alright, if this trick doesn't work, Kaul... I promise I'll hang you on the outer wall of the headquarters building with my light whip the moment it's done."
"Don't worry, it will definitely work." Caul gracefully gestured for it to proceed.
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The central hall of the garrison headquarters.
Sunlight streamed down from the high domed skylight, illuminating the ground and reflecting a soft glow.
At this moment, several key members of the guard regiment, who had just experienced the "Southern Volcanic Area Pressure Squat Competition" and the "Global Extreme Document Flash Delivery Challenge," were sprawled unceremoniously on a bench on one side of the hall.
"Daya, I admit... your form was barely acceptable for those last two bench presses today."
Darram was shirtless, shamelessly displaying his exaggerated muscles, glistening with sweat in the sunlight, as he chugged a jug of ultra-concentrated ancient juice while glancing sideways at Daya beside him:
"However, in terms of endurance, you're clearly a ton or two behind me. That's the insurmountable gap between us!"
Daya rubbed his wrist wearily. Hearing Darram's shouting, he simply smiled gently and helplessly.
"Darram, if you could spare even a tenth of the energy you spend boasting about your muscles each day to help the logistics department move stones, Commander Yuzare would definitely add ten new sandbags to your budget next month. Also, today's task of clearing the way is the last section I'm going to finish."
"I shattered that 15,000-ton basalt rock first!" Dalam's eyes widened, and he made a move to stand up again.
Nearby, Hitler, whose hair had been blown into a mess by the strong wind, lay sprawled on a bench, his long, thin legs draped over the backrest, a straw of unknown origin dangling from his mouth.
"Alright, Darram. Compared to my high-speed duel with Soruka today, your stone-moving game was as slow as a stroll on the beach. That Soruka guy, as soon as he heard about the speeding record, he actually waited for me at the gate of the Fifth Outpost for five minutes. What a stubborn snail."
Soruka, who was sitting on a bench not far away, recording today's flight data with a slate, snorted coldly upon hearing this, without even raising his head:
"Hitler, if it weren't for the turbulence you created when you landed at the third outpost and blew the roof off their kitchen, I would definitely be three seconds ahead of you today. Besides, Commander Yu Lian has already sent your speeding ticket and the compensation bill to your dormitory."
"Tch, so what? As long as I'm the 'King of Fastest Delivery,' what's a few tickets?" Hitler rolled his eyes, displaying a roguish, fearless attitude.