Chapter 130
"Lei Mingchuan? The hero of the United Kingdom?" Upon hearing the name, Miller could not help but glance over. Lei Mingchuan was currently sitting in a wheelchair, his legs appearing somewhat immobile—likely the result of the battle a couple of days prior. However, upon seeing Miller's face, Lei Mingchuan was visibly stunned for a moment before breaking into a cheerful smile.
"You really do look just like her! You almost gave me a fright. It’s a good thing you warned me so I could prepare myself mentally." Seeing Miller’s face, Lei Mingchuan was delighted rather than startled, turning to smile at Cole. "Mingchuan, why aren't you resting in bed properly? What are you doing here?" Prince Trexi asked, looking displeased, though his tone betrayed his concern for a friend.
"Roger told me to get out and move around more often. I can't sleep anyway, so I might as well come out and act as a supervisor. Besides, what's the big difference between sitting and lying down?" "The difference is significant. Can't you just take a proper rest? You've been running to the front lines quite a bit these past few months," Trexi retorted, beginning to lecture him. "No! You see, the way I arrived here wasn't exactly legal. By rights, people like us who arrive through such means should be deported." "Legal?" Princess Miller asked, her curiosity piqued.
"How should I put it? My faction in Wales opposes recruiting mercenaries or special forces from our previous world to participate in this war. The United Kingdom military's decision runs contrary to ours. So, if we were to take control of the military, I would be deported back to our former era. My existence is an exception; I shouldn't have been able to participate in this battle. So, before I am sent back, I want to do as much as I can for the United Kingdom." Lei Mingchuan’s reasoning seemed sound, but Trexi disagreed. "Fulfill your duty to the United Kingdom? You are not a citizen of the United Kingdom, and I never hired you. You have no obligation to protect our kingdom! You don't have one at all! For your own safety, you should go back. That is my advice as your brother." "If you consider me a brother, then don't leave me behind, alright? Don't forget that I’ve already been granted United Kingdom citizenship—you approved it yourself. So, of course, I have this obligation. As for the others, if Winchester wants to stay, I can't stop her, but the rest should definitely be sent back," Lei Mingchuan pleaded.
"I will do that, of course, but not right now. While the matter is nearly settled, there is no final conclusion yet." Prince Trexi did not accept the request outright, though Lei Mingchuan understood. "My apologies, Your Highness. You truly look like a friend of mine, though she should still be at the front lines. It’s just... my teammates are still fighting, yet here I am, lying in a hospital. I don't know when I’ll be able to return." As he spoke, Lei Mingchuan touched his legs, leaving the impression that he had not yet recovered and his mobility was severely compromised.
"Rest assured! They will be fine, and she will be fine too." The first to respond was Princess Miller, perhaps because of her resemblance to that person. "Thank you, Your Highness. But to ensure those you want to protect are safe, you must become stronger yourself, rather than sitting in a wheelchair like this." With that, Mingchuan turned his wheelchair, intending to leave.
"Oh? And who said a wheelchair-bound youth lacks combat capability?" Cole appeared behind Mingchuan’s chair, placing his hands on the handles to stop him. A silvery liquid emerged from Cole's wrists, beginning to coil around the wheelchair. A blue light shimmered over the control lever, and the entire chair seemed to undergo an upgrade. Seeing this, Lei Mingchuan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and Miller looked upon the blue glow with a sense of awe.
"With this, you won't have any issues even if you go to the front lines. Of course, this is still just equipment on loan for you to experiment with—remember to return it!" Releasing his grip, Cole retracted the silvery liquid, yet the substance left a deep impression on Miller.