A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

The question was so piercing that the golden shield in Lenore's hand trembled. He was the Golden Peacock, the defender of God. Peacocks were always proud, arrogant, and looked down on everything.

They will not have pity on the weak, nor will they lower their noble heads to show goodwill to anyone for no reason.

She was ordinary, insignificant, obedient, humble and pitiful. He always looked down on this kind of orc.

But it was different now. His Lord, no, he didn't know when, his Lord had an unshakable presence in his heart.

That is not the supporters' belief in God, that is another feeling, as explained in the light brain, the possession of male over female, man over woman.

"No, I am a believer in the Lord, and you will always be my Lord." Lenoir said anxiously.

There was tenderness and worry in the golden eyes.

Xin Zijin lowered her eyes, her expression unclear, and she suddenly smiled:

"What if I'm not? You're proud and arrogant, and you're different from Geyok. That day in the Wandering Forest, you just watched me get bullied.

But he won’t, even if he loses control, he won’t bite me… So… So please stop calling him a beast, okay…”

The girl's words were filled with pleading and defending. Xin Zijin raised her head, her eyes were red, and her little face looked a little too pale. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was restraining the urge to burst into tears. She tried hard to smile.

At that moment, many things flashed through Lenoir's mind. He clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He wanted to hug the girl in front of him, he wanted to comfort her softly,

He recalled what Geyok had said to her when he saw her.

I like you, Xin Zijin.

He wasn't sure who he should be jealous of, he just felt a tightness in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Zijin."

After a while, Lenore uttered a few words with difficulty. Perhaps at this moment he didn't want to use the title of Lord anymore.

Xin Zijin lowered her head, pursed her lips, and her half-wet hair stuck to her forehead. She did not respond to Lenore's apology. She could only remain silent.

"Zijin..."

"That's enough, Lenoir. Don't follow me. Let me be alone for a while." The girl's voice was cold and distant, and she stopped Lenoir from speaking directly.

Lenore stiffened.

Xin Zijin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, suppressed the pain in his heart, and walked towards his residence.

Only after the slender little man had left did Lenoir raise her head and look in the direction he had left.

For a long time, he buried himself in his knees and let the rain wash over him.

He has been accustomed to loneliness since he was a child, and he would not take the initiative to contact other orcs. He is also arrogant and looks down on everyone. Arrogance is like a nature engraved in his bones. In his eyes, all people are the same, whether they are genderless or any powerful orcs, they are all the same to him.

"What should I do," he murmured, looking at his hands helplessly. "What should I do..."

At night, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the rain was getting heavier. The rain rolled down the collar of the blond man and fell to the ground. He sat in the rain, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Feeling the raindrops falling on his face, the chill made him even more dazed. The rain blurred his vision, making it difficult for him to see the scenery in the distance, and even made it difficult for him to see the rain in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something. He was like an abandoned pet, a dog left by its owner.

He heard footsteps coming, and a gust of wind blew across his shoulders, bringing up gusts of fallen leaves.

A slender white hand appeared in his sight.

"stand up."

He looked up in disbelief.

The girl was standing next to him, holding up a floating rain shield to shield her head.

Lenore stared blankly at the beautiful girl before him. Her skin was so pale, almost transparent, and her long, soft, black hair flowed down her back. Her lips were pink and soft, as delicate and alluring as a flower bud about to bloom.

"Get up, how long are you going to get wet?"

Seeing that the peacock, drenched by the rain, was just staring at her blankly, the girl's outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air and had not responded, so she urged it.

Lenore held her outstretched wrist. Her skin was icy cold. He leaned his cheek against the girl's hand. The cool and delicate touch seemed to soothe his heart at the moment.

"I'm sorry..." It sounded like confession, like flattery, and like attachment.

His Lord, even though she was still feeling pain, turned around to comfort him. She was so kind.

-

During this time, she received many invitations from Professor Bourne hoping that she could transfer to the Mecha Department, and she obviously accepted them. She liked mechas and the feeling of operating mechas, which made her feel safe, the kind of peace of mind that allowed her to have control over herself.

She also liked the mecha's internal structure, the intricate mechanical principles and the complex and regular operation.

This time, Teacher Bourne sent her a special message to inform her that he had a gift for her.

She still understood the rules of reciprocity, and had stockpiled a lot of snacks she had just made in the space. She wondered if this elderly teacher would like the things that children liked to eat.

Mr. Bourne had specially found her a battle mech that had been sitting there for who knows how long. The mech was simply covered with a simple curtain, and it was already covered in dust.

When the curtain covering the mecha was lifted, a large silver-white mecha came into view. There were scratches of varying sizes and depths on the mecha, which showed how many fierce battles it had experienced with its owner.

Teacher Bowen saw that Xin Zijin was obviously stunned and staring at him with fixed eyes, so he guessed that his student must like her.

Then he began to explain the performance of this mecha.

The timing of its transformation changes with the operator's awareness. It can be used for attack or defense, while also ensuring its own safety.

The builder of the mecha is undoubtedly an excellent mecha builder. He designed this mecha very well. Its appearance is a silver-white mecha.

It's extremely maneuverable, incredibly fast, and has some degree of anti-stealth capabilities. Overall, it's a very good mech.

Teacher Bowen told her that if she was not satisfied, she could modify the interior according to her needs.

"It's so handsome!"

Xin Zijin couldn't help but touch its silver-gray surface, stroking it lovingly.

"This mecha has been in storage for over a hundred years. Due to its materials and design, it has never been put into use."

Teacher Bourne said with a sigh.

“More than a hundred years!”

Xin Zijin's eyes widened in surprise.

Mr. Bourne nodded. "It was once piloted by a female without psychic powers, but she died on the battlefield."