Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 464: Arc 6, - 80: A Frosty Farewell

In the centre of Jotou’s palm, runes appeared in the air in a ghostly light. For a split second, Jotou swore she could hear the beating heart of the ocean... she could describe it and yet still not comprehend it.

Her brows knitted at the runes that slowly began to disappear into the air. ’Irvette? Or Beauregard?’ Soon enough, Jotou held nothing in her hand.

"Hopefully Tiffy’s still on the water even though I let go of her hand. But we have bigger problems," Fumeko pointed to the new ships now approaching the iceberg.

They were not the most well-equipped warships, however they were enough to cause problems. Jotou looked around at the shipwrecks and realized there were functioning ships beyond the wreckage.

’I wanna make sure that I can get everyone I can, but Frost’s right... I can’t save them all; more than that, I can’t save myself if I do.’ "Get Tiffany onto the boat, I’ll zap-swim over."

Fumeko, who had her eyes glued on Beauregard, only now saw Jotou proper. "Does it hurt? You’re," she reached her hand out towards the burn wounds on the blonde, but then thought better of it.

"Yeah, let’s just get me to Aru quick."

Fumeko’s eyes softened upon continuing to survey her wounds. She sighed and glared over to her left, "What about her?"

Frost was still on her knees, taking deep breaths while cold mist exited from any part of her armour that got corroded by the acid.

"She’s helped us detective, I think it’s only fair to leave her be," Jotou replied.

"We might not get another chance is all I meant; there’s a lot of information that we could get," Fumeko sheathed her dagger. "You’re lucky today Frosty."

"Fuck off rat," Frost breathed out and gestured with a middle finger.

Just for a second, Fumeko thought about how easily she could end the legacy of the Frosting Wind here and now after that comment. She huffed. "Woosh."

She watched Frost trying to slowly collect herself now that no threats were present. ’This must be some part of the quirk for her affinity; is that why she needs the suit?’ "For what it’s worth, thank you Frost," Jotou said as she started walking off of the edge of the ice.

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"Splosh!" Like a dolphin, Jotou launched herself onto the boat and landed on her chest and stomach with a grunt.

A couple of the Burntish navy agents helped her up before being shortly replaced by a redhead who ran up and buffeted into the blonde and hugged.

Jotou rested her chin on the wolf-girl’s shoulder and her arms in a loose hug around her waist. Hotaru held her tightly; so tight that it hurt, but the blonde found enough comfort in it that she just wanted to be held for longer.

As Jotou’s weight leaned onto the redhead, Hotaru pushed the blonde up by the shoulders and looked her up and down, "Jotou, you’re!" she pursed her lips and her ears fell.

"I know," Jotou sighed.

The redhead’s eyes and face scrunched up; her hands were enveloped by a bluish glow and she gently brushed her healing hand over the blonde’s collarbone.

Jotou inhaled through her teeth and held her breath, "Mgh..." she whimpered.

"Alright, it’s okay," Hotaru said, almost more so to convince herself of that. "It’s just going to take me some time, don’t worry. At least, you kept your head safe," an accidental chuckle escaped her lips as she kept examining.

The blonde let out a small laugh.

"You’re a mess," Hotaru checked Jotou’s tattered and torn garments.

"Bad news, looks like they really like us," Fumeko was overlooking the edge of the ship and saw ships of the Malcesian fleet now following them from afar.

Although the storms had settled and the sea before them was not riddled with whirlpools, they were still half a day’s travel from home. "A-any chance they wish to scour the shipw-wrecks?" Tiffany supposed.

The captain looked through binoculars and saw the flags of Malecise raised; he examined the ships—medium in size and low in artillery from what he could tell. "Not sure about the model, but I’d venture a guess to say they can catch up to us and are in pursuit."

"Don’t they have other things to worry about?" Jotou lamented.

Fleeing the scene, the SS Narwhal made it beyond the walls of shipwrecks. Sat on top of a lighthouse with the lower portion of her helmet off, Frost had the view of the nautical chase.

She had the jaw part of her helmet in her hand, leaving her face below the nose to be exposed so she could pant properly, which left icy clouds of her breath that diminished every second.

Brown freckles dotted the palish-peach skin of her cheeks. Her wide lips now playfully blew snowy clouds before her while she watched from afar, arm perched on her armoured knee cocked to one side.

Her lips tightened shut. "Nice to be thanked once in a while," one side of her lips curled up. She clipped the segment of her helmet back over her jaw and stood up. "Fwoosh!"

Jotou on the other hand glanced at their oncoming foes at the stern of the ship. She laid a hand on the handle of her blade, "Tiffany, think you can still scream?"

"For ever and a day," she flipped her barely curled up hair and posed a few fingers over her eyepatch.

"See if you can push the waves against their direction," Jotou unsheathed her sword. "Meko, get ready to board a few ships and bust up their controls."

Fumeko twirled her dagger in between her fingers, "Got it."

"SWHS! SLSH! SLWOOSH-fwoosh-SLSH-SHHSLSHH-slush-Fwoosh!"

Before any of them could react, right in front of their eyes the seawater began to freeze. The waves were suspended in ice, making a long wall across the sea’s tide between the SS Narwhal and the pursuing Malcesian ships.

Jotou searched from left to right, only for her gaze to be drawn upwards to the sky as an icy blue dot traversed the air back towards the coast of the Malecise Regime. She lowered her readied sword.

"Hm," Fumeko made a noise and sheathed her dagger. "Is that enough to stop a fleet from chasing us?" she asked the captain.

The captain squinted, "Stop? Maybe not. But it’d slow them down enough to make them reconsider giving chase. I don’t have an estimate, but we would have a good head start."

"I don’t imagine Malecise would want to travel to far into Burntish waters," Hotaru stated.

"Then that’s enough for now," Jotou remarked.

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"So the Frosting Wind was sent by the Tri-Regimes, or Di-Regimes, of Iniquity to dispatch Beauregard and you two managed to work together?" Hotaru relayed while she healed the blonde privately in the quarters.

Jotou parted her thighs so the redhead could rest an elbow while she healed the acid burns on her left, "Well Meko tried to kill her when she blinked across the sea."

"I don’t blame her."

The blonde winced an eye as the water stung, "Think she was telling the truth that it wasn’t breaking Trailon’s accord?"

Hotaru shrugged and shook her head, "I’d have to check, but I doubt it wouldn’t be pardoned given the circumstances, even if it was illegal. Just like we’re going to need to be pardoned for committing war crimes."

"I think the regimes will be fine with us not flying a flag of all things."

The wolf-girl jerked her brows and made a face, "What regimes are you thinking of."

Jotou slanted her head to the side, "Fair point." She saw that the redhead’s eyes were focused on healing, but her head was leaning closer down. Enough so that the blonde decided to close her thighs in on Hotaru’s face.

"Jotou..." Hotaru made an annoyed mumble.

The blonde stuck her tongue out and gave a wink while rubbing her thighs together against the sides of Hotaru’s head.

The redhead peered up with a slight glare, "I’m trying to do a job here," she slapped her lap with her free hand and made the blonde part them again.

Jotou leaned back and propped herself up on her arms on the thin bed, "You’re no fun. It’s the middle of the month for me," she pouted mischievously. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I figured as much with how teasing and cuddly you’ve been for the past couple of nights," she made no reaction and continued healing. "But save it for later, this needs immediate attention," she pinched Jotou at the waist.

The minor jolt of pain made her body twitch. She sighed and rolled her head to the side to gaze at the tatters of her adventuring attire draped across the mattress. "How long do you think it’ll take to repair it?"

Hotaru briefly glanced over at the clothing, "At this point you might as well get a new one made. I know it’s sad, but think about it this way; where else should you think up of new designs other than the City of Fashion and Flare?"

"Hmh. You’re right," her mind began to ponder while the redhead moved on to healing the scars over her lower leg. "Maybe I get something with a keyhole design at the top; a nice window right below the collar. Wouldn’t you like that~?"

Hotaru’s tail gave away that she was slowly being more flustered by her advances. As she looked up, her view of the blonde in her black lingerie from her legs only stoked the flames.

The redhead sighed and stood up. Jotou’s smirk seemed to widen as Hotaru leaned closer... to smack Jotou on the top of her head with an open hand, "Enough being horny." With glazed over eyes, she continued on to heal whatever scars were left.

Jotou muttered and mumbled. "It doesn’t work like that..." she frowned like a puppy who got told off.