Ma Anan, carrying the towel, knocked and entered the bathroom. Amidst the sound of water, she saw Mill, through the dense steam, hastily covering something, looking very unnatural, his pale skin blushing transparently, “Why… why did you come in again?”
Mao Anan dropped her towel, scratched her head, and stared at Mir. Mir felt even more uncomfortable, his face turning as red as a tomato. “You… staring at someone who’s bathing like that is very rude…” Mao Anan’s eyes crinkled with a smile, squatting by the bathtub with her small face tilted up to ask Mir, “Mir, why don’t you spit into my hand, and I’ll rub it on your back? That would solve the problem, right?” Mir was enlightened, stammering that the idea was good. So, Mir spat with all his might while Mao Anan rubbed vigorously. Mir spat until his mouth was dry, and Mao Anan cheered him on, “Just a bit more effort, there’s one spot we haven’t reached.” Mir was dizzy from all the spitting, “I’ve done my best, that little spot doesn’t matter.” Mao Anan lectured the prince, “No way, how can you give up halfway? Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and focus!” Mir compromised, “Okay, I’ll try.” Finally, he managed to spit out a small mouthful, and Mao Anan pressed it onto the injured area, making Mir yelp in pain, “Ouch…” Mao Anan said gruffly, “Bear with it.”
Standing at the doorway, Butler Drew, who was about to ask when His Highness would dine, was stunned: …!!!
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The relationship between the discarded earthling and the master pet had clearly improved. Mao Anan was back on the soft, warm bed, and Prince Mir no longer tormented himself. During breaks from strategizing, he even took Mao Anan for joyrides in a fighter jet. When Mir discovered Mao Anan’s talent for flying, he simply bought two aircraft for ‘it’ to play with. These so-called aircraft looked more like children’s tricycles, except Mao Anan’s flew chaotically through the air while children’s tricycles moved only on flat surfaces. Thus, Mao Anan often took her tricycle for aerial joyrides, shooting down any bird or eagle that displeased her to bring back for Mir to make juice.
At the beginning, Mao Anan frequently collided with some marquis’s aircraft or crashed into the roof of the imperial palace, but nothing could deter her from flying her tricycle. For a long time, nobles were very cautious about avoiding ‘its’ aircraft when traveling, fearing a tragic encounter. “Marquis Ston, I heard your assistant got injured?” “Yes, Felice.” “Really? With your assistant’s flying skills, how could he get hurt like that?” “Haven’t you heard? His Highness the Prince had secretly instructed everyone to take care of ‘it’, ensuring it doesn’t get hurt, doesn’t die, and doesn’t get lost. So, my assistant would rather crash into a stone pillar than pass too close to ‘it’, fearing the air currents might ‘blow’ it away…”
The ‘road killer’ Mao Anan openly treated the skies of Austin as her playground, curiously asking Drew why there was no one on the ‘streets’, nearly making Drew spit out blood. The aircraft came equipped with a targeting system and a micro laser cannon; before Mao Anan could even aim, aircraft within a ten-kilometer radius would vanish in a second, leaving Mao Anan puzzled, “What’s going on? I’m just shooting birds, not planes, why are they all running away?” However, Mao Anan never hit anyone by mistake, always managing to feed both herself and Mir well after each ‘hunt’, though the already scarce bird population in Austin’s skies became even rarer.
Behind Mao Anan’s back, Prince Mir instructed Drew to import some slow, chubby birds from other star systems for ‘it’ to play with, preferably those with good flavor and texture. Once, Mir asked her, “Why is your aim so accurate?” Mao Anan replied, “Oh, I used to go to the arcade with Guo Fatty a lot. There were games like Resident Evil, helicopter gunner, and Counter-Strike, where you shoot at screens. Now I have a real gun with a targeting system, why wouldn’t I hit my targets?” Drew, who couldn’t hit his targets with the high-precision targeting system: …
It was only much later that Mao Anan learned that many in the Austin family, aside from the royalty, were… nearsighted!!! However, she continued to shoot birds, and soon she transitioned from the co-pilot’s seat to the pilot’s seat next to Prince Mir. Once, when Mir was out on patrol, he secretly switched places with Mao Anan, and no one noticed. Prince Mir felt a great sense of achievement with such an outstanding student. Mao Anan thought to herself, flying an airplane isn’t that hard, especially with the autopilot helping.
Zerazny was restless, Austin was proactive. While Zerazny was frantically creating and training clone warriors, the Austin Empire was also urgently preparing for military exercises to unearth potential high-skill fighters, though they had already searched Kino planet hundreds of times. However, this military exercise produced a dark horse. During the fighter jet demonstration, Prince Mir personally piloted a silver-white F-2 intelligent fighter jet, taking off from the ground, followed by over a dozen similar silver-white jets forming a triangular formation, swiftly ascending into the sky, performing dazzling aerial maneuvers. After several formations, only Mir’s jet and another remained. These two jets performed breathtaking maneuvers, including vertical ascents, ground-skimming, Thomas spins, and Z-shaped turns. As the demonstration neared its end, they charged towards a group of ‘enemy aircraft’ in the sky, opening fire. In an instant, they were reduced to ashes, none left. The two jets landed gracefully on the ground. Prince Leopold asked the astonished adjutant Ivan beside him, “Which noble was piloting that other jet, Duke George or Gabriel?” “It’s incredible, the flying skills are as impressive as His Highness Mir,” Ivan marveled, then added, “But it shouldn’t be. Neither Duke George nor Lord Gabriel would be practicing with His Highness Mir.” Prince Leopold interrupted Ivan, “No need to guess, it’s ‘it’.”
Mao Anan, dressed in a tight-fitting flight suit, was climbing down from the jet, her pure white military uniform making her look particularly dashing, her black hair tied back, swinging playfully. Prince Mir, wearing the same type of male combat suit, jumped down from his fighter jet, standing proudly beside ‘it’. Today’s flawless performance shocked the observing nobles, greatly enhancing Prince Mir’s prestige, all thanks to ‘it’. “Are you dizzy?”
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Mier whispered a question as they stood straight, awaiting Prince Lierben’s inspection. Mier, standing at nearly two meters tall in the same uniform, looked both handsome and dashing. Next to him, Ma Anan, barely over 1.6 meters, looked more like a small pet than a female soldier when she stood aside. “It’s okay, I’ve been on many roller coasters before, I’m used to it,” Ma Anan said calmly.
To be honest, she was always a bit scared when flying; after all, the electronic screens in arcades were not the same as the radar on fighter jets, and the feeling of weightlessness was terrifyingly real. However, she didn’t want to continue this parasitic life by Mier’s side, living day by day. Since Austin needed warriors, she would become one—even dying on the battlefield was better than being bitten to death. …Perhaps if she died, she could be transported back, Ma Anan thought with a mix of hope and longing.
“What’s a roller coaster?” Mier asked.
Ma Anan thought for a moment, then concisely explained, “It’s a large device that binds people to it, flipping them up and down to adapt to gravity and train vestibular function.”
Mier: …So, Earth has advanced to the point where they can train anyone to fly?!
