Chapter 491: We Wait

Mika laughed.

"Of course not, Nadia. What a horrifying thought." He shook his head. "It only works on small creatures—insects, rodents, things like that. Human brains are too complex.’

’And even if it worked, I wouldn’t want to. After all, I don’t want to become a cannibal."

She felt a rush of relief.

Then Mika turned around in her embrace to gave her and cupped her cheek.

"And why would I ever want to take a bite out of this beautiful head?" His thumb stroked her skin. "I’d much rather give it a whole lot of kisses."

And to prove his point, he leaned in and kissed her.

Her forehead. Her cheek. Her nose. The corner of her mouth.

They were flying at supersonic speed. No one could see them. But still, it was embarrassing.

Especially after all the thoughts she had been having—all the confusing, forbidden feelings that churned in her chest whenever she looked at him.

Yet she didn’t pull away. She simply held him tighter, a quiet comfort settling in her chest all the way until they arrived at the massive hospital complex.

The moment they landed on the terrace garden atop Fauna’s hospital, it was immediately obvious that something was wrong.

Normally, this peaceful rooftop oasis was filled with life—children chasing each other between flowerbeds, elderly patients taking slow walks with nurses, and staff playfully chasing after stubborn patients who refused their medicine.

Laughter and chatter usually drifted through the air like a gentle breeze.

Today, it was completely empty. The silence felt heavy and unnatural.

Mika stepped forward and looked down over the edge.

Below, the entire hospital complex had been turned into something resembling a war zone.

A full army of security forces, investigators, and emergency personnel surrounded the building.

Armored vehicles moved in coordinated patterns, while teams of specialists combed through every visible inch of the property with scanners and equipment.

Nadia stood beside him, her expression grave.

"All patients and staff have been moved to safe locations." She said quietly. "The entire area has been cordoned off."

She paused, her expression troubled.

"But even though the search began the moment we confirmed one of my sisters was being targeted, no one has been able to find anything."

"They’ve combed through the entire property multiple times. There’s no sign of a bomb. Nothing that even resembles one."

Mika frowned. Before he could respond, a bright, cheerful voice rang out behind them.

"MIKAAAA!"

A golden blur launched itself through the air and crashed into him, arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist.

Fauna buried her face in his shoulder, squeezing him with all her strength.

"Mika, Mika, Mika!" She pulled back just enough to look at his face, her eyes shining. "You’re here! You’re finally here!"

And then she began kissing him—his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin, anywhere she could reach.

Mika laughed, catching her and holding her steady.

"There’s no need to be so enthusiastic, Fauna. I saw you two days ago. You’re acting like it’s been a year."

Fauna pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a way that made her look impossibly cute.

"Two days, two hours, two years—what’s the difference?" She nuzzled against his cheek. "A single second without you makes me feel so lonely!"

She looked up at him with big, glistening eyes—puppy dog eyes that could melt the hardest heart.

Mika felt something warm spread through his chest.

"Oh, Fauna." He said, his voice softening. "How can you be so damn adorable?" He pulled her closer, rubbing his nose against hers. "You’re such a cute little doggo, aren’t you? Yes, you are. Yes, you are."

Fauna giggled, completely delighted by the attention, and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

From the side, Nadia watched the scene with a bewildered expression.

It wasn’t that she was surprised by Fauna’s affection—her sister had always been touchy-feely, especially with Mika.

But seeing them together like this, so comfortable, so natural, made something twist in her chest.

She couldn’t quite name the feeling.

Then Fauna’s eyes landed on her.

"Nadia!" She launched herself from Mika to Nadia, wrapping her arms around her older sister and squeezing just as tightly. "You’re here too! I finally get to see you!"

She pulled back, pouting.

"You’re always cooped up in your office or running off to meetings. You never give me any time to visit anymore!"

Nadia held her, embracing her warmly despite her own fatigue and stress.

"Sorry." She said quietly. "I’ve been busy. I was actually planning to visit you after the meeting—I was going to have some free time. But then..." She gestured vaguely at the chaos below. "...this happened. Another headache, on top of everything else."

Fauna waved a hand dismissively.

"It’s fine, it’s fine! Don’t worry about anything. After all..."

She glanced at Mika, then back at Nadia, her smile bright and confident.

"We have Mika with us, right? Nothing will go wrong!"

Fauna’s carefree attitude was nothing new to either of them.

While most people would be panicking at the thought of a bomb hidden somewhere in their hospital, Fauna remained a bright ball of sunshine.

She trusted Mika so completely that the threat barely registered as serious to her.

Instead, she treated the whole situation like an unexpected family reunion.

Then her gaze drifted downward. A look of fascination crossed her face as she stared at Nadia’s chest.

"Wow, Nadia." She said, her voice brimming with appreciation. "Even though your face never changes, still the same old expressionless mask, your breasts seem to have gotten even bigger."

Before Nadia could respond, Fauna had already grabbed her sister’s breasts, squeezing them with obvious delight.

"Just let me get a proper feel." She murmured, burying her face in Nadia’s cleavage and wiggling around like a happy puppy.

Nadia didn’t react. She was used to Fauna’s touchy-feeliness—her sister had always been physically affectionate, never shy about touching or being touched.

And unlike some people, Fauna’s touch never came with hidden intentions or awkward implications.

Mika watched, a dark glint in his eyes. Seeing the two women he loved about intertwined like this was...quite the sight.

Then Fauna pulled back. Her expression shifted—confusion, then curiosity. She sniffed the air around Nadia.

"Nadia." She said slowly. "What’s that smell?"

Nadia stiffened.

"It’s...familiar." Fauna sniffed again, moving closer, her nose twitching. "But also not. What is that?"

She was like a bloodhound now, sniffing around Nadia’s clothes, her neck, her hair.

Nadia felt her face heat up. She knew exactly what Fauna was smelling.

The love juice she had released earlier!

Even though she had used her blessing to remove every droplet, the faint odor of her arousal still clung to her skin. And Fauna, like all her sisters, had an incredibly sensitive nose.

If Fauna figured it out—if she realized what that smell meant, what Mika had done to her—

Panic surged through Nadia’s veins.

She grabbed Fauna by the shoulders, lifted her off her feet, and flung her toward Mika like she was discarding a live grenade.

Fauna let out a surprised squeak as she sailed through the air—but the moment she landed in Mika’s arms, her confusion vanished.

She snuggled into his chest, wrapping her arms around him, and began sniffing him instead.

"Hmm." She murmured, her nose pressed against his neck. "You smell nice, Mika. Really nice."

Mika chuckled, holding her easily. "Thank you, Fauna."

She could have stayed there forever wrapped in his warmth, breathing in his scent. But time was not on their side.

Nadia looked down at her watch. Her expression hardened.

"Thirteen minutes." She said. "We’re running out of time."

Mika’s gaze sharpened. He had almost forgotten—the bomb, the deadline, the thousands of lives at stake.

Nadia pulled a tablet from her spatial ring and handed it to him.

"All the information we have on the bombs is there. The ones we’ve found, at least and there’s still one in this very area that we haven’t found"

She shook her head.

"But still I need you to focus on the five we’ve already located. We can’t let them go off."

Fauna didn’t say anything. She didn’t offer suggestions or ask questions.

She simply clung to Mika, her face pressed against his chest, trusting him completely.

Mika held her with one arm, the tablet in his other hand, and began to study.

Nadia on the other hand floated all three of them down from the terrace garden toward a hastily assembled command center in the middle of the hospital grounds.

Monitors and computers displayed live feeds from every bomb site.

The bombs were massive—each roughly the size of a tractor engine and placed in incredibly dangerous locations: buried underground, embedded in walls, hidden in structural supports.

Bomb squads surrounded each one, sweating profusely, moving with extreme caution. No one dared touch them yet.

The tension was palpable; one wrong move could wipe out hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of lives.

The faces of the leaders of each individual bomb squad filled the displays—all of them clad in full protective gear, visors down, expressions etched with deep exhaustion and barely contained fear.

Sweat glistened on their foreheads despite the climate-controlled suits.

And the moment Nadia walked over to the command position, the leaders began speaking over one another in a chaotic but formal torrent.

"Lady Nadia, what are your orders?!"

"This bomb’s trigger mechanism is unlike anything we’ve ever seen—it’s got a dual-stage failsafe with quantum-encrypted detonators tied to a gyroscopic stabilizer."

"One wrong cut, and it cascades into a full thermobaric chain reaction!"

"Ours has embedded pressure sensors calibrated to detect even the slightest tampering. The wiring matrix shifts dynamically based on vibration patterns. We’ve got minutes before it arms fully!"

"The chemical payload is volatile—nitromethane derivatives mixed with destabilized isotopes. A single spark, and we’re looking at a crater the size of a city block!"

They kept talking, kept arguing, kept throwing technical jargon at each other until the noise became a cacophony of desperation.

One of them finally raised his voice above the rest.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

The chatter died.

The squad leader turned to face his camera directly, his eyes meeting Nadia’s through the feed.

"Lady Nadia, what should we do?"

All eyes turned to her. Not just the squad leaders, but the technicians in the command center, the officers standing at attention, the aides holding their breath.

After all, Nadia wasn’t just a Battle Angel, wasn’t just a diplomat, wasn’t just the woman who had ended the War.

She was also a legend in bomb disposal, a master of the craft, someone who had personally dismantled more high-risk explosives during the war than anyone else alive.

Her knowledge was unparalleled. Her instincts were infallible.

They expected her to provide the solution. To look at the feeds, analyze the data, and tell them exactly how to disarm these devices.

Nadia glanced at the screens. Her eyes moved across the images—the complex wiring, the unfamiliar configurations, the blinking lights that seemed to mock her.

Then she looked back at the squad leaders.

"We wait." She said. Her voice was calm, unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world.

The squad leaders stared at her. Some blinked, clearly wondering if they had misheard.

"We...wait?" One repeated slowly.

"We wait." Nadia confirmed. "Until the solution arrives."