A radiant light covered Wilhelmina Mina’s face. “I find it interesting. So you can pilot a spaceship?”
Albert laughed. “Yes, Your Highness. I have elective piloting courses. After entering the advanced department, combat science students all take this course.”
“So, what’s it like to pilot a spaceship in the universe?”
Albert stared at the little girl, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. “It’s not romantic at all, Your Highness. First, the cabin is humid and stuffy. During flight, you’ll feel dizzy. After leaving the atmosphere, meteorites and space debris can hit the hull and kill you at any moment. Even if you dodge the debris, you’re still exposed to enemy fire…”
Wilhelmina Mina stared blankly at Albert, his teasing smile now quite obvious, leaving her at a loss.
“That’s war, Your Highness. If you want to enjoy cruising in space comfortably, you should take a passenger spaceship,” he said, finishing his pizza and wiping his hands with a napkin.
His fingers were long and pale, completely unlike a soldier’s hands.
Wilhelmina Mina reacted, her face turning red. She sensed the contempt and hostility from the other person, deepening her embarrassment.
Silenced by shame and anger, she pressed her lips together, put down her juice, and stood up.
“Are you leaving?” Albert asked.
Wilhelmina Mina glanced up, her gaze sharp enough to make the Selberg family’s young master feel a chill.
“I have a history test this afternoon,” she said, lowering her eyes as she grabbed her schoolbag and turned to leave.
Albert hesitated, sighed regretfully, and pushed away from the table to chase after her.
Outside, Wilhelmina Mina was hit by the cold wind, reminded she had already given her coat to Patrick. Not wanting to return for Albert’s cape, she raised her collar, hugged her arms, and rushed toward the dormitory.
Chapter 17
Albert chased after her, but she had already shrunk to a dot in the distance. Snowflakes drifted down, melting on his skin and bringing bone-chilling cold. It was at least a five-minute walk to the junior dormitory.
He grabbed the shawl handed by the driver and rushed into the snow. At that moment, a girl blocked his way, joyfully exclaiming, “Albert, you really came?”
“Annabel?” Albert stopped.
He looked again, and Wilhelmina’s back had completely disappeared.
